The inevitable end
of summer was fast approaching with the start of a new school year. But you
weren’t going to let that disappointment stop you from making a statement marking
your change from your usual quiet, non-athletic nature to a spontaneous,
workout fanatic. You spent your summer working at the local YMCA and taking
full advantage of the workout facility. Your body had completely changed.
Muscles were more defined and waist clenched with perfect sculpted abs.
Whenever, you walked past the mirror you became more and more impressed with
your new physique and started to love your body more.
Before the school
year started, you got a text from your friend, Sherri, about a party at Bryce
Walker’s house. Without hesitation you were at his house, ready to have the
time of your life. You were sure it was going to be legendary as he lived on
the richest side of town. You felt a rush of excitement as you were ready to
reveal your new body to your classmates, but you couldn’t help but to feel
nervous as you knew your crush Zach Dempsey would be there. Was he going to
notice you this year or just walk past you like you were invisible. You took in
a deep breath to calm your nerves and made your way to the back of the enormous
house to the party.
Everybody who was
everybody was there, both inside the house and outside, in the pool, in the hot
tub, and on the lawn. You tried to find a familiar face until you locked eyes
with a familiar crowd in the hot tub. Sherri waved you down from the hot tub
for you to join her and you let out a sigh of relief as you rushed over. But
you couldn’t help but feel the sense of panic as she was hanging around Justin,
Bryce, and the infamous Zach Dempsey.
“Y/N, come on in,”
Sherri encouraged, “We have so much to catch up on,”
You were reluctant
at first, but easily caved from Sherri’s pleas. You crossed your arms at the
hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head to reveal the top of your black
bikini. The last to go were your shorts to reveal your black bikini bottoms. As
you got into the hot tub, you couldn’t help but notice the stares, until Bryce
said what everybody was thinking.
“Damn, Y/N, where
did you find a body like that?” Bryce smirked, his voice lower than normal
making you slightly uncomfortable.
“Have a little
class Bryce,” Sherri slapped him in his shoulder to get him to stop, “You look
You started to
blush from the compliments as you settled yourself in the only spot left in the
hot tub, next to Zach.
“Hey Zach,” you
spoke with a shaky voice. Anxiety was nearly consuming your body, but you
weren’t the only one feeling the pressure.
“Uh, hey Y/N,”
Zach stuttered. His eyes kept darting from your face to your body back up to
your face. You never knew somebody as cool as Zach Dempsey would get nervous.
“Um, how was your summer?” he finally trained his eyes on the beer he was
holding nearly submerged in the water.
“It was good, started working out a little
bit. How was yours?” You smiled. A sense of comfort came over you now that you
knew that Zach was nervous to talk to you as you were to talk to him.
“Um, yeah it was
fine,” he sounded rushed, “I need to get some more beer,” He turned around in
the hot tub and quickly reached a towel. He balled it up in his hands and held
it in front of his waist. You were confused at first by his behavior until you
heard to jokes fly from Bryce and Justin.
“What’s the matter
Big Z, can’t focus on talking to a girl?” started Justin.
“I think I got
something that could help that boner of yours,” continued Bryce.
Even with the heat
from the hot tub, you could feel your cheeks grow warm and you were for sure
that they were red. You weren’t only embarrassed for yourself, but you were
also embarrassed for Zach. The next time the two of you meet will the most
awkward thing in your life and you were dreading it.
Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving) fingering, this is PWP
Prompt: Sam meets up with the reader at a bar, and neither of them want to go home alone. Both their jobs require them to move around a lot, and sometimes, they get a little antsy and crave the affection of another person. That leads them to Sam’s motel room for one night of pure fun.
You didn’t want, or even need a partner to settle down with. You had grown used to being alone and working alone and doing just about everything alone. But, a girl gets antsy from time to time.
@ladygaga: I don’t know how to put a price on a friendship. I’m not even sure how you can assess the size of its meaning, only really your heart truly knows and it’s too special for words. I feel two competing feelings. Firstly, that I will live everyday with more passion, more determination, more compassion and more giving than ever before. Because that’s who she was, and it’s what drew us to each other, and I know it’s what she always wanted for me. She had this incredible way of releasing me from the anchor of my own sadness that held me back, she loved me fearlessly while I learned how to cope with fame and stay inspired no matter how scared I was. She knew all I cared about was the music. She made that ok. The other feeling I have is that of being robbed of the last 10 years of my life, friendship and career with her. Like someone took her from us, and with that taking took all the good times. I know that’s not true, and I know that I have those memories forever, I’m just in shock that I will never have new ones with her. I’m in shock that I won’t see her again until I pass too. I vow to be a little stronger everyday for her because that what she would have wanted, I vow to be stronger for anyone who’s lost somebody to cancer. I’m a part of that family now. I vow to be a warrior for her and be a voice for cancer patients so the world can continue to improve the dialogue and the fight. I loved her. I still love her. And I love so much her husband Andre, stepson Sante, and friends. I made them some food yesterday. I will keep cooking. Cooking my soul until it understands this. Last thing I told her, “Go find Joanne, Sonj.” Somehow I think she did.
Description: Chuck asks Reader to homecoming, Jughead thinks its a bad idea. Turns out, he was right.
Warnings: Swearing, reader has sort of a mild panic attack, but nothing too serious. This was a request from an anon who liked one of the headcanons in the non-asexual Jughead list. Hope you guys like it!!!
I sat at a table in the student lounge by myself, waiting for my best friend Jughead. I had my sketch pad out, messing around and trying to keep myself busy.I didn’t really like sitting alone, because usually Reggie and his gang of man-children would take the attention of the student lounge, and I would be subjected to the torture that is their awful and offensive banter.I glanced around the room, uninterested, until my eyes caught the gaze of another, Chuck Clayton.
Chuck was caption of the football team, formerly co-caption with Jason Blossom before he was killed. I had never heard anything bad about him, and he sat next to me in my math class. I helped him out a bit with his schoolwork once in a while.He was actually a really kind person from what I could tell.
Chuck stood up, walking towards me. I froze, wondering why in the hell anybody like Chuck Clayton would give me the time of day.
“Hey, y/n.” Chuck stood in front of me, smiling brightly.
“Uh, hey Chuck, are you having any trouble with the geometry homework?” I asked him, beginning to pull out my textbook from my bag.
“No, uh, I actually wanted to ask you something.” Chuck stopped me.“I was wondering if, maybe you’d like to uh, go to homecoming with me?”
I froze again, taken back at his question.
“Me?“I looked around the room as if he may be confusing me with someone else.
“Yeah, you.” Chuck confirmed, chuckling a bit.
“Uh, o-ok, yeah, I’ll go with you.” I blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I didn’t see the harm in saying yes, he was a nice guy, and it wasn’t like anybody else would ever ask me.
“Great! Uh, are you free tomorrow? Maybe we could meet up after school and hang out or something?” Chuck offered.
“Alright, yeah, I can do that.”
“Cool, I’ll see you then.” Chuck grinned, walking back to his group of friends.
“Hey, Juggie.” I smiled warmly at my friend, sliding in to the booth next to him. I laid my head on his shoulder, his screen open as he typed.
“Hey, y/n.” Jughead pressed a quick kiss to the top of my head before returning his attention to his novel.
“How was your day?” I asked him, looping my arm around his and scooting closer to cuddle in to his side.
“Oh, same old same old.Nothing interesting.” Jughead hummed, leaning his head against mine. Jughead wasn’t huge on showing affection in public, but he put up with me always cuddling in to his side.“How was yours?”
"Well, it was…interesting, to say the least."I sighed, taking a sip of the Jughead’s root beer.
“Well, Chuck Clayton asked me to homecoming.”
I felt Jughead tense before looking down at me with a shocked look on his face.
“What did you say?”
“I said sure.” I shrugged, taking another sip of his root beer.
“Are you feeling alright?” Jughead placed his hand over my forehead, as if he was checking to see if I had a fever. I swatted his hands away and slid over to the opposite booth seat.
"Quit it, Jug."I warned.
"This is a big deal!"Jughead fired, his hands waving wildly.
"It’s not!” I shot back.
"It’s the captain of the football team!”
”And?Y/n, he’s only one of the biggest players at our whole school!You know about The Playbook!”
“Jughead, that’s just a silly rumor."I argued.Jughead slammed his laptop shut.
"I can’t believe you’re actually going to go to homecoming with that….that….that imbecile!”
”Jughead!Just because “that imbecile” is on the football team, doesn’t make him a bad person!“ I stood up, grabbing my backpack.
"Wait, y/n."Jughead reached for my wrist but I pulled away.
"I won’t be here tomorrow, I’m seeing Chuck after school.“ I paced out of the diner, ignoring Jughead’s protests.
I hadn’t talk to Jughead all day, or Betty, or Veronica.The girls, Jughead, and Kevin seemed to be on some kind of mission, and I wasn’t going to talk to them anyways. I was sure Jughead told them all about Chuck asking me to homecoming.
When school was over, I waited in the library, where Chuck had texted me, asking me to meet up with him. I sat at a table in the corner, working on a book report until he showed.
10 minutes passed, which turned in to 20, then 30, then an hour, and I soon realized that I had been stood up. I gathered all my stuff and compiled it in to my backpack neatly, before zipping it up and swinging it over my shoulder. I pushed the bridge of my glasses up my nose and began to make my way out of the library. Jughead was going to gloat in all of his glory when I told him about what happened.
As I turned opened the door of the library, cold liquid was thrown in my face, drenching my front from head to toe. I gasped loudly, my eyes burning as I wiped the slush-like substance from my face.
"How’s your slushie, freak?!” I opened my eyes to Reggie holding a slushie cup, with about 5 or 6 guys laughing at m, one of them being Chuck.One of the jocks was holding a phone, recording the whole scene.
“Do you really think Chuck would ever ask a weirdo like you to homecoming?"One of the jocks laughed.
"News flash, nobody would ask you out even if you were the last girl on earth, you frigid bitch.”I looked at Chuck, hurt in my eyes.Chuck just smiled, before opening his mouth.
“Don’t take it too personal, y/n, it’s just-” Chuck kicked off the wall he was leaning against, strolling over to me.He leaned down so he was eye level to me."Nobody would ever waste their time on you.You’re not worth it.”
I shoved past Chuck, tears falling down my face. I ran down the hallways of the school, shoving the front doors open and running home as fast as I could.I swung my front door open, running past my mom and up the stairs.I heard my mother shout for me, but I just wanted to take a shower and crawl in to a hole and die.
I stripped off all my clothes and got in, rinsing the sticky drink out of my hair. After I was finished, I threw on some comfy clothes and wrapped a blanket around me, sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Honey.” My mom knocked on my door, opening it slowly.“You’ve gotta get ready, the football game is soon.” She took one look at me and knew something was wrong, sitting next to me on my bed.“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?"My mom rubbed my back soothingly.I fessed up, telling her everything, from yesterday when Chuck asked me out, to Jughead and I’s fight, to the slushie incident.
"Oh honey, I’m so so sorry."My mom pulled me in to her chest, embracing me tightly."If you don’t wanna go tonight, I completely understand.” My mom ran her fingers through my hair while my tears stained her shirt.
“No, I have to go, I promised Josie I’d sing with her tonight.” I wiped away my tears, taking a deep breath and calming myself down. After a few more minutes and my mom making promises to call the principal and “kick Chuck where the sun don’t shine”, she left my room so I could get ready for tonight.
I threw on the outfit I was wearing tonight and grabbed my coat, setting it on my bed with my purse and doing my hair.I did only a little bit of makeup, enough to cover up the fact that I had cried alone in my room for 3 hours, and then I slipped on my boots and went downstairs.
Archie was sat on my couch, swinging his keys around his finger. I loved on the other side of Betty, so he always offered to drive me to games, since he would be heading there anyways.
“Hey, Arch.” I smiled. Archie looked at me sadly before getting up and hugging me tightly.
“Okay, who died.” I joked, hugging my friend back.
“I know what Chuck did to you.” Archie whispered. My fingers clenched around the fabric of his varsity jacket.
“It’s okay.” I moved away so I could look at Archie.“Arch, it’s ok.”
“It’s not ok, it’s-” Archie began to yell and I caught his face in my hands, turning him to look at me.
“I’m.Ok.See?” I stood back and twirled a bit.“ No bumps, no bruises, just a stupid boy who thought he could get to me.” He had gotten to me, but I wasn’t going to let Archie, or anyone for that matter, know.
“Alright, well, Jughead and Betty are doing stuff for the blue and gold with Veronica and Kevin. They said they would meet us at the game, so…”
“Alright, well let’s get going!” I hugged my mom goodbye before leaving out my front door and climbing in to Mr. Andrews truck.
It was the third quarter of the game and the rest of my friends still hadn’t shown up, contrary to what Archie had told me earlier. I had long since performed on stage with Josie and was sitting alone on the bleachers.
“Wow, you’re pathetic!” A girl called out to me, laughing with her friend while she pointed at her phone. I saw a video playing of me getting slushied, except on a loop, and Chuck’s words repeating in the background.
“Nobody would ever waste their time on you”
“You’re not worth it”
“You’re not worth it”
“You’re not worth it”
I stood from the bleachers, running down the steps as fast as I could. Apparently, Chuck humiliating me in front of half the football team wasn’t enough?
I started hyperventilating, feeling everybody’s eyes on me as phones started to beep, the same video being sent to the whole school. People started laughing and whispering as they looked at me and I couldn’t stop myself from bursting in to tears.My vision was blurred and I started to feel trapped in a hole that was just getting smaller, and smaller, and smal-
“Y/n!"Somebody gripped my shoulders tightly, and I saw Veronica standing in front of me. she looked at me with concern on her face, her eyebrows raised as if looking for answers.
"Chuck…he…he…oh god, Ronnie, the whole school knows.” I wrapped my arms around her neck, collapsing in to her arms.
“Shhh, I know, I know.” Ronnie hugged me back, running her hand down my hair gently to calm me down as my body racked with sobs.
“We gotta go, ok? I don’t think Kevin can hold off Jughead much longer, and-”
“Wait, what?” I gave her the concerned look this time.
Listen, the reason we’re late is because we found the playbook.Its real, and it’s got almost every girl in it, you and I the newest victims.”
“Who put you in it?"I asked her.
"Chuck and I went on a date last night, and he sticky mapled me."Veronica explained.
"Sticky maple? What’s a sticky Ma-”
“Listen, I can tell you all about it later, but right now w-”
“We gotta go, like, now, Jughead is pissed.” Betty came running up the stairs.“I’ve never seen him like this, like, ever.”I followed Betty and Veronica down the bleachers, to the football fence where Kevin stood, his back facing us and his hands wrapped tightly around Jughead’s shoulders.Jughead himself looked like a raging bull seeing red, his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenched.When he saw me, he shoved Kevin out of the way, jogging towards me.
“Why didn’t you tell me what happened right away?!?!” Jughead cried.His palms went to my cheeks, wiping away the tears still falling down my face.
“I-I don’t know, we had gotten in to a fight, and I had left it off bad, and I-”
“Y/n, it’s ok, it’s ok, alright?I’m always here for you, always, I-”
“Well, well, well, looks like you can’t keep the freaks away from each other.Let me guess, it was you that helped him hide the body, right, weirdo?” Chuck leaned against the fence, helmet resting between his hip and forearm.
Jughead wrapped his hands around my shoulders and moved me gently so I wasn’t in front of him anymore before walking calmly up to Chuck, pulling his arm back, and clocking Chuck right in the jaw. Chuck went tumbling down, falling on his ass.
“Hey, freak show, wanna tussle?” Reggie came marching over, seeing the commotion.
“Listen, we all know you get your sexist views from the 50’s, but can you not use their lingo too? It kinda makes you look like a-"Reggie punched Jughead and I gasped. Jughead wiped the blood now coming from his mouth, spitting the rest at Reggie’s feet.
”A tool.” Jughead finished.
Reggie shoved Jughead and I came running forward, trying to block Reggie from Jughead. Reggie pushed me out of the way and I fell on my back.Jughead was already knocking his fists in to Reggie’s face, Reggie trying to block him. I began to go in again and was lifted in the air by Chuck, being thrown over his shoulder.
“Time to take out the trash!“Chuck laughed, hauling me off.I started screaming and thrashing in his arms, kicking my legs and waving my arms.
"Put her down!” Veronica screamed, shoving Chuck’s chest. Chuck pushed her down and Betty yelped, running over to help Ronnie up.
Archie began pulling Reggie off of Jughead, and he turned around to see me thrown over Chuck’s shoulder.Jug ran towards Chuck, doing anything he could to grab me from his arms.He kicked Chuck in the stomach, which caused him to stumble backward, and took the opportunity to grab me from his arms and pulling me away from Chuck.
“You’re fucking insane!” Chuck screamed.
“Says the one who tried to haul off with y/n!” Betty screamed back. Betty, Jughead, Kevin, and Archie now stood protectively around Veronica and I.
“What the hell is going on?” Principal Weatherbee hollered from the football field gate, Coach Clayton and the Mayor behind him.
“Chuck, you are in serious trouble!” The coach spoke to his son in a loud tone.
“Dad, they were the ones who-”
“Son, I know about the playbook.” The coach interrupted.“ And I’ve seen the video of what you did to that poor girl.Come on!” The coach grabbed Reggie and Chuck by the shoulders, dragging them back inside the football field and towards the school.The mayor and principal Weatherbee followed.
After the whole commotion at the game, Archie was benched, because he had a bloody nose after the fight with Reggie. Jughead had it way worse, a black eye now adorning the right side of his face and a swollen lip, as well as a busted nose to match that of his best friends. He had a few cuts and bruises on his upper body, but nothing a little first aid couldn’t help.
Jughead now stood in front of me in his pajamas. Archie had drove everyone back to Betty’s, and I immediately dragged Jughead to my house to clean him up while the girls and Kevin set up an impromptu movie night/sleepover to make up for the shitty events earlier on in the night.
“You’ve been eerily silent."Jughead broke the silence as I wiped the cut on his chin with hydrogen peroxide.Jughead hissed at the discomfort.
"I’m just-” I sighed, setting down the napkin in the counter next to me.“I’m an idiot.”
“Y/n, you’re not an idiot.”
“I should have listened to you though.You were right about Chuck and I still went through with it anyways and-” I trailed off, not wanting to relive this afternoon.
“As much as I love hearing you say I was right.” Jughead smiled proudly. “What you need to know is that, everything Chuck said about you is a lie.”
“It’s wasn’t, Jug, he was right."I shook my head, beginning to cry once more.
"No, y/n, don’t say that.” Jughead rested his hands on the counter by either side of my thighs, capturing me in his lean and firm frame.I looked up at him, my eyes red and puffy.
“Jughead, I’m not worth it. None of this was worth it. You getting a black eye and a busted lip and a bloody nose wasn’t worth it!I’m pathetic! I’m a freak, I’m-” I waved my hands around wildly, and Jughead caught my wrists with my hands, holding on to them firmly but gently.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Jughead spoke softly, yet loud enough to get my attention.I stopped, looking at him.“You are worth it, ok? In my mind, in my..my everything, you’re worth it.You have always been worth it and you always will be worth it.” Jughead’s hands went around my cheeks, his thumbs stroking the sides of my face lovingly.
And then I was kissing Jughead.
My fingers were tangled in his hair, his beanie cap knocked off and long forgotten on the tile floor somewhere, his arms pulling me flush to his body. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer, and the only time we stopped was to catch our breath for a second before kissing again.
A muffled shout was heard and I tore away from Jughead, to see the girls standing at Betty’s kitchen window, their phones in hand, taking pictures of us. Archie appeared behind them, two thumbs up being thrown in the air.
“We have an audience.” I hid my face in the crook of his neck, my nervous laughs muffled.
“I noticed.” Jughead flipped them off and they giggled, shutting the curtains quickly.
“When we get over there, they’re in for it.” Jughead mumbled, dipping his head back down to kiss me again.
Soulmate. A person with whom you have a strong connection with when you meet, someone you’ll always find your way back too.
They say that on midnight, of your twenty first birthday, you can see the ink appear from underneath your skin and create the pattern of the name, belonging to the person who you were destined to spend the rest of your life with. Millions of people in the world spent years looking for the person who had their name, wondering who would be the one they would spend the rest of their lives with.
You had thought you found yours before you had turned twenty one. It was normal for teenagers to date and experiment, but there was only one person you had ever been completely in love with, and his name was Kim Taehyung. He was a couple years older than you, but there was something about him that drew you in, something that kept you so captivated that you had completely forgotten about the whole soulmate thing.
It was only when it was nearing his twenty first birthday, and you were only eighteen, that everything seemed to take a turn for the worst. It seemed that the days leading up to his birthday, he was getting more and more antsy, ignoring you, not hanging out with you. And it hurt, because you were so completely taken by him. You were immersed in who he was and you were sure it was him who you were supposed to be with.
Imagine: You are angry because you ex seems to be really hitting it off since you two broke up. In order to help you through it, Klaus Mikaelson, your best friend, shows up in your place. There, he decides to come clean about his own feelings. After that, things get a bit hot in your room.
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A light rain was pouring outside, matching your
horrible mood. Today you had the misfortune of bumping into your
ex boyfriend, Matt Donovan, and, to make things even worse, he looked
like he could not be any happier, babbling about his growing
success. Like you wanted to actually know that! Urgh!
And that son of a bitch still felt in the right to comment about your
life and fucking laugh about it. So what you had been going out
and drinking more? It was none of his business.
Taking a deep breath, you turned on the radio. Music
helped a lot to discharge the anger and keep your emotions together.
Right now, it was exactly what you needed. Luckily, your girl power
song was on: Beyoncé’s hit Single Ladies. A smile fastly appeared,
as you started to sing and dance along.
“Acting up, drink in my cup! I can’t care less
what you think.” You swayed your hips to the tune and rolled
your eyes, wishing you were telling him that. “I need no
permission, did I mention?”
“I take you are in a good mood, Y/N.”
The singing stopped and strangled scream came out
instead. It took a few seconds for you to realise who had barged into
your room, invading your privacy. After the fear went off and Klaus
was laughing out loud, you frowned, angry.
“This is not funny. I could have had a heart
“You’re a banshee, I’m pretty sure you are able
to predict your own death.” You narrowed your eyes. “I’m
just kidding! I came back town yesterday and heard Matt was at Mystic
Falls as well. Thought I’d come to see how you were doing.”
◇ requested by anon; Good I please request a vampire chanyeol where you’re shy about your first time and he’s really sweet
◇ agshfjsj sorry ive been so mia!! Catching up on all the avengers fanfics ive missed while i was focusing on kpop lmao / also i tried to add a read more but i have no idea if it worked or not so——
“You don’t feel… pressured, do you?” He watches you carefully.
“No! Not at all, really…”
Contrary to your assuring words, your skin trembles with every second and you can’t meet his eyes; Chanyeol has only had the pleasure of meeting you and calling you his mate for 4 months, but when your index finger hooks around the thumb of your opposite hand and you rock back and forth on your feet, he feels pity blossom in his chest like an unwelcomed garden weed — he finds it easy to read you.
“If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to,” Chanyeol reminds you quietly, stepping closer until you stand chest to chest, and despite the matter at hand, his close proximity only serves to calm your nerves.
You sigh deeply, before a smile, small and nervous, flickers onto your features. You look up at him reassuringly, modding your head. “I know. But I — I want to.”
Sex wasn’t a new concept to you, despite not having taken part in any form of sexual intercourse — it wasn’t why you were nervous. It isn’t why you were painfully aware of your pulse thundering in your ears.
The source of your wavering and quickly depleting confidence were the two glimmering, shiny white canines that were hidden in Chanyeol’s gums — his fangs, which, if everything you were told about vampire tradition was true, would most likely be buried deep in your jugular during your love making.
You had considered whipping up a quick painless potion just so that you wouldn’t have to feel anything, but that wouldn’t only take away your pain, it would take away your pleasure too — and you didn’t want to feel nothing while Chanyeol was making love to you.
“It’s gonna happen sooner or later,” you add with a shrug and a weak, uncertain smile, folding your arms and hugging yourself close.
“I don’t want you to do this because ‘it’s gonna happen sooner or later’,” Chanyeol shakes his head, reaching down and intertwining your fingers. He lifts your knuckles to his lips, murmuring, “I want this to be memorable. I want you to enjoy yourself, my love.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Were the only words you could summon, your voice a small pained whisper. You shook your head violently, frowning in complete disbelief. He had to be lying. He had to be.
“I wish I was.” Jimin chuckled humourlessly before sighing, his small warm hands finding their way to your shoulder to rub soothing patterns across your skin.
“I-, I don’t believe you…” You whispered, utterly heartbroken upon your recent discovery.
“I never wanted you to know-, I’ve kept this from you for so long, I couldn’t risk anybody knowing about you…” Jimin explained further, his handsome face contorted with disappointment and guilt. “You’re my only weakness Y/N. I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you-“
“Stop.” You waved your hand in front of his face animatedly as you tried to come to terms with the situation. “None of this is real… This isn’t happening right now.” You broke down, sobbing into your hands as your brother pulled you tightly into his toned chest, smoothing out your hair with his fingers.
“Shh, hey-, I didn’t want to believe it either. But that’s the truth I swear to you.” Jimin sighed, he’d always wanted to hide this part of himself in front of you, but it was too late to keep up the charade now. “I’m sorry I lied to you.”
Your entire life was a lie. Everything you were told, everything you believed, everything you knew… It was all manufactured. How could your brother do this to you? He went behind your back and continued your fathers dirty work. The apparent prostitutes, drug deals, and all of the other illegal activities that went on inside the house didn’t phase you half as much as the truth about your parents. Their death was no accident, Jimin believed that their plane was hijacked by a rival gang, and has dedicated the past five years to finding the truth; wanting nothing more than justice for your parents. That’s what hurt the most, all this time he’d kept you ignorant to the truth. You had no idea just how fucked up and dysfunctional your relationship really was.
“Did they… Kill people?” You asked, referring to your parents, almost shuddering at the words you never thought would leave your lips.
“She didn’t, but he did… Fuck. I’m so sorry you found out… Especially like this.” Jimin wiped away a stray tear that had fallen onto his cheek, his face pink and puffy from crying while his bottom lip still quivered with sadness.
“What about you? Do you…” You inhaled, locking eyes with him. “Kill people?”
Jimin stared at you in genuine shock, his mouth ajar as he began blinking rapidly, nervously trying to conjure the right words to say. “I uh… Yes.”
Request: You had a similar situation to buckys torture and are rescued by shield. He’s determined to break through your emotionless, sassy shell and to help you in recovery. After a couple failed attempts He finds out you have a soft spot for puppy’s and surprises you with a rescue dog. Which in turn has her confronting him on what this is all about and feelings spill out like a brand new water park. -Anon
Bucky Barnes X Reader
Word Count: 2237 (ha! Whoops..)
Warnings: Mentions of torture..
A/N: I hope this is alright! It feels kind of like a hot mess, but I didn’t want it to run on too long! Also the dog mentioned is from the hbspca, so if you’re in southern ontario and need a friend :) And yeah, one little part was inspired by Love, Actually. Feedback would be lovely xo
can you do an analysis on 2013-2014 ji/kook please? thank you!
Do you think there’s a relation between Jungkook’s change of behavior
towards Jimin from when he was underage to when he finally turned 20??? I
feel like after finally not being underage anymore, that’s when he
really changed and got bolder, shy-less and stuff.. He wasn’t like this,
and now he’s.. Well, basically killing us with everything he does.
Anon: Do you think that Jimin’s fainting incident was a turning point for
kook/min? I always thought that JK seemed to be a lot sweeter and softer
with Jimin after that, but i could just be imagining things so I wanted a
second opinion :) love you!!
Anon: you are my favourite kook/min blog!! kekekeke i was wondering what you think of tsundere!kook thinking that taking off his jacket for yoonji is cool when he did the same thing for jimin during their WoH shoot :)))
That’s right: I’m going to answer all these questions and comments in one long essay. I’m not kidding. This is like.. really long. It’s Jungkook-centric and head canon-heavy. Bring your tinfoil hats.
Mike had known that something good would come out of this stupid Anonymous Confession Wall, and now he had proof. Amongst all the I spent thirty-two hours watching a tv show for seven-year olds last weekends and the If you’re reading this, go to the corner of the boys bathroom on the third floor near the chem labs and the cute doodles, there was the smallest, shyest, and most interesting confession.
I’m gay and hopelessly in love with the rugby captain
A/N ; heard this song last night and it hit me hard! It’s so beautifully heartbreaking. And thought I should make a fic based off it! I really hope you all enjoy it!
Word Count : 1K+
The rain was light, with no wind which made it easier to walk in. Bucky was on his way to the bar. His hands were deep in his front pockets, with his head slightly hanging low and his hair covering his eyes.
The feeling of a slimy object crawling across your face got your attention. You found yourself wanting to open your eyes but had no luck. Where the hell were you? Breathing was impossible. Dirt surrounded you. Were you…buried?
Up. It was the one thing that made sense. Dig up. Grab dirt and pull it out of the way. The moment your hand reached above the surface, it felt as though the sun was wrapping itself around your skin.
Grabbing onto nearby grass, all you could do was pull. Pull your body up from under the ground. Then it happened. Fresh air. You inhaled it violently. Gasping for a good time before you were breathing normally. Now all you had to do was finish getting out.
From the stomach down you were still covered in dirt. And weak. God you were so weak. Both of your arms steady themselves on the ground and locked position, trying to pull the rest of your body up and out. But they both gave out. No surprise you were weak. You’d just risen from your grave.
It took forever it seemed. Wiggling and squirming anyway you could. Eventually you got out. For a moment you just laid there. On the ground. Surrounded by fallen trees as an omen. You paid no attention to them.
The sun. It was all that mattered. Every inch, every fiber in your body, was soaking up the light. It was beautiful. The way the rays danced on your newly re-exposed skin. It was almost like two friends meeting each other once again after being apart for so long. Your eyes closed, allowing the light to embrace you after being trapped in the dark for so long.
Some time had passed. Night had now fallen on the once beautiful and vibrant blue sky. Tomorrow would bring another day to dance alongside the sun. For now, you became aquatinted with the old friend of dark. Following the bright street lights which led to a lit up town not far from you. Cars occasionally passed by on the busy road, but they all ignored you. Of course you didn’t blame them. You were beat up, wearing ragged clothing and looked like you’d just crawled out of Hell. Maybe because you had.
How were you even back? Your brothers. Sam and Dean. They must’ve done something stupid to get you back. There wasn’t any other way you could be back. If one of them sold their soul, you’d kill them yourself for being so stupid and reckless. It was bad enough your sold yours to save Sam after the fiasco with Azael and his special children’s fight to the death. You didn’t need to keep going down the same path.
Finally- not too far away you could see something. Something you’d thought you’d never see again. A telephone booth. Lucky for you, there was change in your pocket. Funny how neither of your brothers thought to empty your pockets.
With excitement and success flowing through you, you ran as fast as you could over to the phone. Closing the door and looking around before dialing the number.
First you tried Sam’s. No answer. How could he not answer?
Okay- no need to panic. There was only enough left for one more call. Bobby would decline a number he didn’t know. So Dean it was. Part of you said a little prayer before dialing the numbers.
“Please pick up. Please pick up.” Your hand rested above the box while your head hung low as you whispered to yourself.
Then you heard it. The familiar, tired, gruff voice on the other end of the phone.
You wanted to yell. Wanted to cry. But your voice was so hoarse and dead.
“Hello?” He was getting inpatient. No doubt he would hang up.
There was no way for you to talk. So you did the only thing you could think of: Morse Code.
“D-E-A-N” you hoped and wished he would understand. “H-E-L-P”
When you heard movement on the other line you got hope.
“Sammy, get me a pen and paper.” He understood. He knew you were trying to tell him something. “Do it again.”
You wasted no time. “D-E-A-N. H-E-L-P.” The whole time you tried to get your voice to work but found no luck still.
“Where are you? Who is this?” He knew that not just anybody would have his number and know his name. It had to be somebody he knew.
“Cadlin Lane. P.W” you have your initials. Phoebe Winchester. Before he could respond to you, the line cut out.
Great. Now you were stuck in this town. Alone. At night. No money, no car, no anything. So you did the only thing that made sense: sit in the booth and wait for Baby to hopefully pull up.
Lucky for you, nobody tried using the phone while you remained inside of it. Hiding from the unexpected down pour of rain and hail. The water outside threatened to seep into the small cracks and destroy what little warmth you had.
Two headlights in the distance shined bright in your general direction. A comforting putting sound of an engine sent chills down your spine. It wasn’t just any engine belonging to any regular car. You’d know that roar anywhere. Baby.
Both of your legs were stiff and cold from being in the same position for hours. Nevertheless you pushed the door open, resting on your knees, and tried your best to stand up. Tries instantly squealed roughly against the jagged pavement and rocks.
Two bodies swung open the shiny black doors and hauled towards you. There was no question which was which. Dean was driving as usual and Sam rode shotgun.
“Phoebe?” Dean’s arms wrapped around you while the scent of his leather crisp jacket did the same.
Sam came up behind you, holding a silver knife and holy water in his hand. Without hesitation you held out your arm. First came the holy water. Obviously you passed the test. The knife made a small fit on the tip of your finger. He too wrapped his arms around you as you switched from one brother to the next.
The hug was warm. It made you feel alive. Your head rested perfectly on his chest as his right hand held the back of your head.
“Come on.” Dean was already heading back to the drivers seat.
“Your freezing, climb up front. The heaters work better up there.” Never did Sam give you the front unless special circumstances were upon you all.
You climbed in, sitting on an old jacket of course. Both of your hands were crookedly extended outwards to greet the blasting air vents in front of you.
“Jesus, Phebe’s. Your fingers are purple.” Dean was right, you hadn’t noticed it until now. “Come here.” His right arm moved and made room for your body, and you happily moved over to him.
Somehow he’d managed to get his jacket off and wrap it around the front of your body. Sam did the same and covered your legs.
On the floor board you could see an unopened bottle of water. Within seconds it was in your hands as you downed it faster than you ever bought possible. With the final swallow you set the bottle in a cup holder and resumed your position next to your driving brother.
Both of your freezing hands were balled up in each other as they tucked neatly into Dean’s side. Trying to absorb his heat. Sitting up slightly, you set your head into the crook of his neck, still facing forward to see the road barley. The small chuckle that came from him shook your bones as his right hand wrapped around your shoulders and rubbed lightly. Creating friction and heat.
“How the Hell are you even back?” His eyes stayed focused on the road ahead.
“I could ask you guys the same thing.” It was the first words you’d spoken with your voice.It hurt, but you did it anyways. “One of you had to do something stupid and reckless to get me out.”
From the corner of your eye, Sam was leaning forward onto the back of the front seat.
“No. Neither of us did.” His arms were crossed neatly across the seat. “Not that we didn’t try, because we did. Nobody would make a deal with us no matter how hard we tried.”
Of course they tried. So there was good reason to worry they did sell their soul. Phoebe one, brothers zero.
“Well I’m not back because of nothing.” Your head was turned so you could look into your brothers hazel colored eyes.
Turning onto your back, you were surprised to feel a burning pain coming from your right side. With no questions asked you pushed the jackets off of your now semi warm body and slowly began to lift up for shirt.
There were red swollen and puffed out markings on your side. But there was more hidden by your pants. Slowly you started to roll down the waist of your jeans, only on the right side. Until you could make out what it was.
The mark was wrapped around your hip. You rolled over just slightly to see the last of the puzzle. A thumb print which curled around to your backside just a little.
It was a hand mark. There was no doubt about that.
“I wouldn’t call that nothing.” Both you and Dean exchanged a look of concern as he spoke. Never taking his eyes off the road.
Day one of the rest of your life of rebirth began now.
A/N: This was a very difficult piece for me to write. Please keep in mind that I am no professional and, by any means, mean no offense to anybody with eating disorders. If any part of this imagine is offensive or taken personally, please message me.
If you are suffering through something this fatal, please contact help as soon as possible.
- masterlist linked in bio
It’s a funny concept for Y/n. Between every hour and every minute of the day, there lays a purpose. Every second counts, whether it determines the rest of your life or destroys what’s left of it. For those, time goes quickly or barely passes at all- has no beginning nor end.
It’s relied heavily on, because we all die one day or another, unexpectedly or anticipated, and if a second of time is wasted, it haunts us until our dying days.
Time is the one true consistency in everyone’s life.
When Y/n was younger, time meant everything. She counted the days till her birthday, counted down the seconds to the new year, and dated every special event she could think of. She believed that every second of her life mattered so greatly, that everything she had once known could change in a blink of an eye. Days were filled with bliss, anticipation for what the future held for her. Because she wasn’t getting any younger, and all she could think about how she was one second- a millisecond, even- away from her life giving her a new purpose.
It wasn’t until summer of 2012 when all of her greatest expectations were destroyed in a blink of an eye.
Y/n lost her father.
It happened so suddenly, an unexpected collision during the early hours of the morning. Y/n was home at the time, locked away in her room because she had an argument with him earlier on that night. Because the money situation was tight, it was impossible for Y/n to attend her top choice university. She insisted that she’d take out loans from the bank and pay every bit of tuition herself, but he refused.
She felt as if all her time and effort has been wasted. Of course, there were other schools, but Y/n was too stubborn and so set on attending this university that they didn’t matter half as much as the one she worked for.
She spewed out words she didn’t mean, anger and frustration boiling up inside of her. She had worked so hard for this moment- had worked so hard to make her parents and herself proud, but it all blew up in her face. She had never been so upset before, and it was the first time in a while she started to raise her voice and cry to try and get her way. She would have done anything, even if it meant insulting her father.
He pleaded for her to settle down, because no matter where she ended up, she’d always make him proud. But she wasn’t having it.
“I never want to talk to you again.”
Of course she didn’t mean it, but she just felt so betrayed. And because of how sensitive she was, she knew the grudge she was holding against him was going to last a while.
Already late for his meeting, he sighed and placed a delicate kiss on her forehead, the way he always did whenever they were in an argument. It was to show that he still loved her, that he’ll always love her, even when times seemed rough.
“I’m so sorry, love bug. We’ll discuss this with your mother once I get back from my meeting.“
It wasn’t until a couple hours later her mom called her.
She was sobbing, her words jumbled and breath so harsh Y/n could barely understand a word she was saying. All she managed to hear was “your father” and “car accident,” and it was all she needed to understand that her father hadn’t made it. He was never going to come back home.
Y/n spent the next couple of months trying to cope with his loss. She didn’t understand what it meant to lose somebody forever, she never experienced that kind of pain before. It was too much for her, living without her father and watching her mother slowly turn into a lifeless woman.
The only way to cope with all of the pain was to stop eating.
She didn’t know exactly how it helped, but it did. She saw it as a punishment against herself, for saying such horrible things to her father and having him believe she truly never wanted to speak to him again. She didn’t blame herself for his loss, but she carried a horrendous amount of guilt upon herself. So, she began to skip meals, which wasn’t hard because she could barely stomach the thought of food while she was as depressed as she was. And what started off as a coping mechanism turned into something much more fatal.
Now, time means nothing to her, filled with an empty void. Every minute is another minute of being alone- another minute closer to her end. She sits, stares at the wall clock hung perfectly in Ms. Carter’s office, and watches as it passes with every breath she takes.
“Y/n..” Ms. Carter mumbles, looking down at her watch to calculate just how much time has been wasted since their session began.
“Are you ever going to speak?” she questions with an exasperated sigh, long past her patience because all of their recent sessions have consisted of unanswered questions and the same dismal look displayed on Y/n’s face.
Y/n makes no effort to answer her. Her legs stay crossed indian-style in front of her, picking at a hangnail that’s been bothering her the past couple of days. She hasn’t moved since the appointment started, staying in the same position as Ms. Carter asked her questions Y/n was hardly paying attention to.
She’s well aware she’s wasting Ms. Carter’s time. She could be guiding other clients toward the help they need, or simply listening to someone’s troubles other than the horns honking outside and the agonizing sound of the clock ticking further toward the next hour.
Hell, she’s even convinced that she’d be wasting her own time, as well, if it weren’t for the emptiness in her heart. This is the only place Y/n has somebody. Everyone in her life left her, unable to deal with the constant struggle of her eating disorder. Her family, friends, boyfriends; all of them had left her. What was once an attempt to help Y/n recover from her disorder turned into a part time job for them; a constant occupation in their lives to deal with her.
If it was their choice, they probably would have left sooner than they did. But they all gave her pity, only remaining in her life because they felt another person leaving her would push her to the edge- would push her into something far more fatal. Some left without a word, others left with a rehearsed speech about how they didn’t want to see her suffer, that they couldn’t bare the sight of her bones sticking from her body. They couldn’t help her anymore, because they didn’t understand, and they barely have their own lives figured out, so how could they figure out hers? They finished their speeches with a sympathetic apology, saying that they’d still be there for her if she needed them. But they didn’t mean it. She knew they didn’t mean it.
A year and a half into her disorder, with nobody by her side, with not a soul left to help her recover, someone saved her.
When he started to get to know her- to listen to her story- he had never felt more remorse for somebody the way he had with her. Such a beautiful and sweet woman has been torturing herself for years all because of the amount of guilt she had at such a young age. He couldn’t begin to imagine what she’s been through, all the pain and hardship she’s endured throughout er life.
She was so lovely, as well, he fell in love with her the moment she started opening up to him. It was easy for the both of them, to talk to one another, simply because there was instant connection none of them could deny. They fit into each other’s lives perfectly, as if filling up the emptiness they both had.
Harry dedicated every part of his life to her, with not a single complaint hanging from his lips. He loved her in ways nobody else had loved her before. He showed it by staying with her, through all the horrible battles she faced. He was patient with her, putting up with her fight against food and reassuring her when she wanted to throw it all up. He was there every step toward her recovery and every step toward her relapses.
It took a long while for her to finally recover. She was eating again; she was healthy again. Her skin glowed with an olive undertone, hair so soft Harry found it irresistible not to touch. Her once twisted thoughts altered to an optimistic mindset. The once beautiful girl he once known developed into an ethereal woman, convinced he was going to spend the rest of his faithful life with her.
If it weren’t for Harry, she wouldn’t have recovered. When he came into her life, she made every promise to herself and to Harry that she would overcome this. She’d continue her battle for them, because she now had a reason to fight. Her love for Harry pushed her to be the woman she became. He changed her- he saved her.
But a year into her recovery, something changed between them.
Something changed in him.
She never felt his love like she used to. He was barley there for her. When he’d come home from work, he wouldn’t call out for her anymore. Even though they were together, she began to feel lonely again. Y/n was convinced he had stopped loving her. She stayed up countless nights, without him, wondering what she did wrong. He didn’t hold her anymore, not like he used to. Before, he’d always hold her, because his arms were her sanctuary and his chest was a bed made specially for her head. His lips only lingered on her cheek or forehead, not in the way they used to. Before, he’d always kiss her lips, because he said he swore his lips were compelled to love hers and said he was always hungry for her love. She fell asleep feeling empty, not in the way she had before. Before, amongst falling asleep, he’d be inside of her, hips colliding with hers because he praised her, and said he’d never love the way he loved her.
But it all ended so suddenly, there was no warning.
She began to feel what she felt with everyone else- neglected.
She felt it was because she recovered. When she was battling her disorder, he loved her because he felt he had to. She had nobody else. Her family had given up on her, her friends left her, and she was left with absolutely nothing. He came at a time she needed someone most. At that point, she was prepared to die, there was no helping it. He was her lifeline, her only dependency, and that’s why he had stopped loving her. He didn’t need to love her anymore.
“I- I don’t quite know what to say.” Y/n mumbles.
She wishes she could tell Ms. Carter everything about it. She wishes she could talk to her like she was supposed to; trust her and open up to her to help her with her recovery. But if she does, she knows Ms. Carter would have to take her to a rehabilitation center. And Y/n wanted absolutely nothing to do with that.
Ms. Carter nods, lips pursing as she places her notebook down of her wooden coffee table. She crosses her legs and arms, back moving to rest upon the black velvet seat she always sits in during her sessions.
“Then why do you come to me, Y/n?” she asks softly, watching as Y/n moves her eyes slowly to her. “If you don’t know what to say, why are you here?”
She shrugs, arms moving to hug her knees to her chest. She rests her chin gently on her knee cap, eyes trained on the window directly in front of her. She watches as cars move during the rush hour, people walking on the sidewalks with a premeditated destination. She envies those who thrive, for she lacks motivation to accomplish her ambitions.
“This is all I have.”
Ms. Carter blinks at her confession, interlocking her fingers together while nodding her head.
She knows Y/n has been different the past couple months. Normally, Y/n talks about her relationship with Harry, how he’s been her biggest step toward her recovery. She talked about how great she’d feel, but was, nonetheless, worried she’ll eventually relapse and disappoint him.
Ms. Carter has had suspicions that Y/n is going through another relapse. However, she knew that if she was, that Harry was by her side at home. It was one of the many reasons she hadn’t taken major actions to help her through it. She knew Harry would do her more help than her, but Y/n kept scheduling appointments that she couldn’t deny.
“And what about Harry?” She asks timidly, “Is he helping you through this time, Y/n?”
Y/n’s eyes flutter shut at his name. Her hands shake as her fingers pull down the sleeves of her sweatshirt, tugging them all the way so that her hands are completely covered by the material.
“Not anymore.” She whispers.
Y/n’s eyes divert to Ms. Carter’s cautious gaze. Her mouth is slightly parted, almost shocked at the confession she made. Ms. Carter knows the only thing that guided her was Harry. He was her rock and support through her entire fight, and with the possibility of his departure comes the possibility of Y/n going back to where it all began.
“Are you- are you still eating, Y/n?”
Her eyes go back to the window.
Another question left unanswered.
The weather outside is making Harry miserable. So miserable, in fact, he’s refused to move from his spot on the couch for the past four hours.
The house is dark for the mid-afternoon, the gloomy weather making it nearly feel like a funeral home. With no motivation to go outside and finding it oddly comfortable to wallow, he can’t help but to keep his eyes trained on the television show playing in front of him. It’s Y/n’s favorite show- one they watched nearly every Saturday afternoon because that’s when CW aired the marathon.
He still watches it every Saturday. A part of him can’t let the tradition go. He’s somehow convinced himself that maybe, just maybe, she couldn’t, either, and they are some how both watching it at the same time in two different places. Gemma tells him that she probably does the same, as well, but he should try to move on from her; that staying in the house and only doing things that remind him of her is going to edge him to insanity. But oddly, consuming his days with things that remind him of her keep him as sane as he can possibly be.
He sighs, clammy fingers tugging at the roots of his hair as he looks down at his phone for what must have been the twentieth time today. His thumb hovers over her contact number, twitching as he begins to contemplate whether to call her or not. It’s been months since he’s seen her, let alone talked to her. Every second without knowing how she’s doing kills him more and more each time.
To say Harry’s been worried is an understatement. He’s completely petrified.
For the past couple of years, Harry has been through it all with Y/n. He’s seen her at her worst, was there to witness her greatest and most disastrous downfalls and stood by her side during her most amazing recoveries. He’s seen her in all her forms of terrible glory, with bones sticking from her skin and bruises covering her arms and legs. He’s watched her as people began to leave her one by one- a bystander of a broken girl being neglected by her loved ones. He’s seen her fantasize about her end and watched as pain settled in her eyes.
And he just can’t shake the feeling that everything Y/n has built up to her recovery has been knocked down again.
He can’t stomach the thought of her looking the way she did when they first met. He doesn’t even want to think about what she’s been putting herself up against since his departure.
For the first month after their breakup, Harry had called Y/n everyday to make sure she was eating properly. He’d call her before bed, asking numerous questions about her diet and her therapy sessions. What did you eat today? How much did you eat? Was Ms. Carter nice? How are you feeling? It was a routine that was able to keep both of them sane during their separation.
It didn’t last long, however, when Y/n started to finally realize she wasn’t able to move on. Between the constant reminder that she didn’t have anybody there for her anymore and his constant phone calls, she found it impossible to move on from him.
Y/n also began to feel upset that Harry had broke things off with her but still had the audacity to call her. She understood what he was doing. She understood that he was showing her that he still cared and worried for her, but the fact that the only effort he had put into taking care of her was through a phone call made Y/n feel like a charity case.
“I just can’t do this anymore, Harry” she muttered softly to the phone, her fingers halfheartedly fiddling with the corner of the duvet, “You can’t keep calling me when we aren’t dating.”
His heart fell to the pit of his stomach. Calling her before bed was a routine to him now. Talking to her was able to keep him sane, because he was getting the reassurance he needed to know she was doing okay.
In all honesty, he didn’t know if he could go a day without talking to her. Without her updating him, he knows he’d spend every second of his day worrying about her health and how she’d be keeping up with herself.
The phone calls were also the bit of her he had left. If he were to stop calling her, all he’d have left is her empty side of the bed, and he needed more than that. He needed more of her.
“But you need to see that I still care for you, Y/n” he whispers brokenly, “that I’ll always be here to make sure you’re alright.”
“But how do you think that makes me feel?!”
Her voice was higher than usual, a tone she very rarely used with him because he never gave her a reason to be angry. But now, after him calling off their relationship but still having the audacity to call her made her sick to her stomach.
“If you still cared, if you still wanted me, you’d be with me right now! You’re not making any effort to care for me, Harry! Calling me doesn’t mean anything because you’re not here!”
He shut his eyes at her words, a pang of guilt hitting him like a ton of bricks. He would be there with her if he had a choice, but their relationship wasn’t working out in both of their favors. In the midst of her getting her life back and him settling in a new job, it was very hard for them to keep up with each other. It was especially hard for him to keep up with her because she seemed to be so content in her new life that he almost felt unwanted.
He still loved her, but he felt like she didn’t want him anymore. She had recovered because of him, and because she didn’t have to rely on him in the way he was used to, he felt useless in her life. And no matter how much he tried to convince himself that it wasn’t true, that she still wanted and needed him, it still broke him apart.
“You know our relationship wasn’t working out for us and-“
“No,” she cut him off, teeth clenching out of frustration, “our relationship wasn’t working out for you. You felt no need to love me anymore, so you left me just like everybody else.”
Harry’s jaw clenches as she speaks, head thrashing wildly side to side, because it’s not true. Everything she thinks, everything he’s made her come to believe isn’t true, and he wants nothing more than to try to make her understand that he’ll always be in love with her. That he’ll always be there for her because he can’t image a day without loving her the way she deserves.
“Y/n, baby, how could you say tha-“
“You need to stop calling me,” she cries, “you’re either a part of my life or you aren’t. There’s no middle ground for you to be in. That’s not fair to me. It’s either you care for me and love me or you don’t.”
Harry’s breath was harsh against the speaker, fists clenched together as he tries to wrap his head around the situation he’s put in.
The hesitation in his answer was enough for her heart to break. The silence between her words and his answer spoke louder than anything he could possibly say to her.
She couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t surprised this is how their story ended. Everyone has already gave up on her, it was only a certain amount of time before Harry realizes how easy a life would be without her. She just didn’t want to believe it.
“I get it, Harry” she whispers, sniffling as she runs her wrist along the tip of her nose. “Goodbye.“
He’s been doing this everyday, worrying and contemplating on what he should do. He wishes more than anything to be with her the way she deserved, and wishes even more that he had never left her in the first place. He knows calling her would make her angry because she’s made it clear she felt hurt every time she did so, but he also knows not calling her isn’t fair, either.
He understands how wrong it sounds to leave his anorexic girlfriend of three years, but he felt it was best for the both of them at the time. But now, after months of her out of his life with no other connections to hear from her, he realized how stupid he was to convince himself that.
He’s completely devastated without her.
Living without Y/n wasn’t living at all. The life he experienced with her was incomparable to the one he’s been experiencing without her. She’s the love of his life, she’s the woman who showed him what it truly meant to love and care for someone so much. Of course, being with her wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but loving her was. That’s what made them so real. Their relationship was filled with struggles, messes, and tears, but they were still in love with each other regardless. It was their ability to fight together that pulled them through their most difficult times.
“Jesus, Y/n.” He whispers to himself, “I’m so sorry, baby.”
Harry’s thumb presses on the cancel button, letting out a shaky breath as he does so. He feels a tear slowly fall down his cheek, which he’s quick to wipe away with the back of his hand when he hears the front door swing open.
“Afternoon, H!” Gemma greets, hands filled with grocery bags as she stumbles through the front door.
“Bought us some sandwiches. Turkey chipotle sandwiches, to be exact. Figured we could just watch some shows today? The weather is a fucking disaster, it’s making me moody.”
Harry nods speechlessly, his fingers toying with his upper lip. His eyes divert to Gemma’s struggling figure for just a couple seconds before his attention is back on Y/n’s contact.
“Yeah, yeah sounds fine.” He mutters distractedly.
Gemma’s eyebrows furrow in concern over his melancholy tone, placing the grocery bags lazily on the kitchen counter before making her way toward Harry’s slumped figure.
She bites her lower lip at the look of her distraught brother, who’s clearly shown no improvement since his breakup with Y/n. She’s aware that he blames himself for their breakup and that he spends every waking hour of his day worrying about her. No matter how hard she tries to help him through this struggle in his life, there’s always a part of him that will always feel a sense of protection over her.
He’s a wreck, and no matter how many times he tries to deny it, there were numerous nights Gemma would find Harry staring at her contact during the earliest hours in the morning with helpless tears building in his eyes. She’d even hear him mutter apologies to himself, as if rehearsing a speech to say if he ever found the strength to call her.
Who could really blame him, though?
“You okay?” she asks timidly, already knowing his answer but still finding it in her heart to ask.
She would do anything for him- anything to help him. Hell, she’s tried everything. She’s tried to talk to him alone whenever she found him in his darkest hour, even made him cups of tea to help settle his brain. She bought him a journal, in hopes that writing down his feelings will help him recover in the slightest. She even scheduled him for an in-home therapy session, but every bit of her attempts never budged him. He was still the same mess of a man he has been since the day he left Y/n.
Harry looks up at her, nodding his head feverishly when he sees the concerned look on her face.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” he coughs, looking back down at his phone, “Just haven’t checked up on her in a while. Kinda worried.“
Gemma raises her eyebrows at him, unconvinced.
“Kind of worried?” she questions, occupying the space on the couch next to him. Her hand reaches up to his forehead to wipe the beads of sweat off his forehead, which slowly moves to his back in attempt to relieve his tense muscles.
He lets out a breathy chuckle, his hand reaching to the back of his neck. He nods his head, lips pursing together as he tries to hold back the emotions he’s feeling.
“I feel like she stopped eating and it’s just- it’s just something I can’t stop thinking about, you know? I can’t live in peace when it’s all my head wanders off to.”
Gemma nods her head, her fingers squeezing the skin of his shoulder as a way to reassure that she’s here for him.
She feels awful about how much blame Harry’s been putting on himself the past couple of months. It’s beginning to take a major toll on him, he can barely include himself in day-to-day activities without getting lost in his thoughts. His once well-put-together form has seemed to turn effortless, not cared for in the way it once was. He’s become so disconnected,, she can’t deny the overwhelming concern she’s had for him for the past couple of months.
“I’m sure she’s okay, Harry. I’m sure she’s still checking in with Ms. Carter and working on herself. She’s a strong woman, you and I both know that. Strongest woman we’ve ever met. She’ll be okay.”
She leans over to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.
“And if she isn’t doing well, she would have called you by now.”
But Harry is having none of it. He knows that if she’s relapsing, she wouldn’t have called him. She wouldn’t have called anyone. He knows she feels like he doesn’t care about her anymore- feels like she’s the last thing on his mind. If she were to call him, she’d feel like she was a burden on his life, and that was the last thing she’d want. He knows that.
But if only she knew. If only she knew he can’t sleep at night because all he can think about is betraying the woman he loves, leaving her to fight by herself. Hell, if only she knew he can’t touch his phone without constantly going back to her contact trying to muster up the strength to call her and ask her how she’s doing.
“I was her reason to eat. If she stopped eating, it’s because of me.”
“No,” Gemma shakes her head, reaching her hands up to grab his face to ensure she was looking at him in the eyes, “You can’t put that much responsibility on yourself like that, she had plenty of reasons to recover. None of this would be your fault.”
He shakes his head, gripping the sides of his head as if trying to remain as calm as he possibly can. He wouldn’t be shocked if he lost all of his remaining sanity in his moment.
“I was literally all she had, Gem.” he spits, all the anger and frustration he’s held against himself now unleashing. All the contained emotions he’s been feeling, all the loathing he’s been trying to ignore, is all unraveling inside of him to the point where he feel like he can’t breathe.
“My existence, our future, that’s what she recovered for. Not a second of her recovery was for anybody or anything else.” He rants, breathing harsh as the thoughts rush through his brain. “She had nobody except for me. She didn’t have any friends, any family. She wasn’t fighting when I met her. She was waiting to die..”
“And I did what I promised her I wouldn’t do and…and now I-”
“You shouldn’t feel obligated to be with her, Harry.” Gemma blinks, shaking her head softly as she reaches to remove his hands from his head, “If you didn’t love her anymore, you didn’t have a choice.“
“But I do love her” he defends, shaking his head, “I’ve always loved her. We had to break up because our relationship wasn’t easy at that time, but hell, Gem, that doesn’t mean I ever stopped loving her.”
He sighs, rubbing his sweaty hands over his face.
Tears fall slowly down his face, soaking his cheeks as he inhales sharply. God, how much he fucking loves her, is what kills him the most.
“Me, helping her recover, of course that was a plus. I helped her get out of her anorexia, Gem. I never gave up on her, but I did once she recovered. That’s not fair, I still love her so much. I don’t know what to do anymore.”
Gemma frowns, slowly leaning toward him so that she can softly wrap her arms around his shoulders. She buries her cheek against his shoulder, thumb rubbing delicate circles on his back.
“I think you know what to do, H.”
Once Y/n’s appointment ended, she found herself curled up in her bed as the sounds of Harry’s mixtape played quietly throughout the room. It was a tape he made for her when they first started dating, something sentimental for her to hold onto whenever he wasn’t able to be there.
She’s been listening to it almost everyday since the breakup. She’d listen to it mindlessly, whether she was staring at wall or she was listening to it on her way to therapy. It was the only thing in her life that made her feel something; the pure value of it holding so much meaning. The music was the closest she’s been to Harry in a while, so it was her sanctuary.
She sighs, her fingers lightly grazing the window that drips with rain. In her loneliest hours, Y/n wants nothing more than to make her way over to him. She doesn’t quite know how she’s made it so long without him. In all honesty, she expected her to have given up and walk up to his door and beg him for his help. She knows she’s suffering, her body weak and starving the more she refuses to eat. But, to her, she has no reason to. Every bit of love she had for herself and every purpose she had to continue living has all dissolved into nothing.
She shakes her head, unwrapping herself from the blankets she raveled herself in before her bare feet made contact with the cold floor. She decides to go for a walk, or maybe just go out on her front porch to get some fresh air. She thinks it’ll be good for her, after all, she doesn’t have anything else to do besides stay cooped up in her four walls and listen to disgusting love songs.
The second she stood up from the bed, she nearly fell onto the floor. Her head spins and feels obnoxiously light when she begins to stand up properly. It wasn’t rare for her to feel lightheaded whenever she moved too quickly, however, this was the most intense it has been. Holding herself onto the wall, she waits until she feels back to her normal self before making her way down toward her living room.
Her fingers immediately press against her temples when she makes it to her foyer. Her head spins wildly with every step she takes, making her lose her balance once she reaches the last step. Her head hits against the floor, a groan leaving her chapped lips as her body begins to tremble. Her eyes cloud with darkness for a few moments at a time before she regains her consciousness, her sight fogged and lightheaded as she tries to pick herself up off the floor.
“No” she mumbles, coughing as she rushes to reach for her phone.
“No, no, no.”
This has happened to her before. It happened years ago, though, when she hasn’t consumed anything for weeks. The only difference is that she had someone there to save her before. Thankfully, her mom was there at the time and rushed to her rescue. When she made it to the hospital, they said she was near her end. If she had went a couple more hours without consumption, she wouldn’t have been able to make it.
But now, she has nobody.
Her breathing becomes harsh as her body keeps losing consciousness. There’s only a certain amount of time she has before she fades out entirely, and no matter how much she’s tried to convince herself that she’s been ready for this moment, she has never been more scared for her life.
Her shaking fingers reach for her phone in her back pocket. She has to do something and has to do it quick. If she dies like this, nobody would be out looking for her, nobody would find her body. She’d be stuck in this house as her body decays into nothing but bone.
She decides that this isn’t how she’s going to die, because if this is the day her end finally nears, she’d want to spend her last dying breaths with the one person she feels something for.
She whimpers, weak fingers punching in his phone number. Every part of her wants him to answer- needs him to answer, because he’s her last bit of hope and she doesn’t plan on leaving it all behind. But a part of her wouldn’t blame him for not answering. After all, she was the one who dropped him from her life completely, which was, quite honestly, the stupidest thing she’s ever done in her life. She practically pushed him away entirely, even when he was still there for her. Even when he still held onto her and cared for her like nobody else has.
And she can’t die knowing that.
Y/n swears hearing his voice is everything she needs in this moment.
Seeing her name light up on his phone makes Harry spring out of bed, his hands gripping the phone closer to his ear, as if trying to get closer to her. It’s been too long since he’s talked to her, and he’s convinced he can’t allow himself to waste another minute without hearing her voice again.
But no matter how much he wishes she was calling because she missed him, too, he just can’t seem to shake the feeling that the only reason she called is because she’s in trouble.
“Harry” she heaves groggily.
Her eyes are clouded, the room spinning around her. She can barely move, only the ghostly movements of her lips and the subtle rise and fall of her chest. She’s lightheaded, feeling cold and utterly weightless as her body lays faint on the carpeted floor beneath her.
“Y/n” Harry breathes out, slightly confused and partially in awe at the sound of her voice, “are you okay? I was gonna come by later. Been worried about you.”
“I keep fading out” she whimpers, her eyes closing longly each passing second, “I’m gonna die.”
Harry’s face pales the second he hears the struggling in her voice.
Nothing could have prepared him for this moment. It’s as if the world has stopped revolving around him, his only concern being Y/n and her safety. With her shaking voice filled with fear; it feels as if every one of Harry’s greatest fears are all coming to haunt him all at once. Y/n’s in a great amount of danger, all because of him, and he might not be able to save her in time.
In a matter of a second, working so quickly Harry doesn’t seem to fully keep up with his actions, he’s stumbling down his stairs and at his front door, holding his car keys shakingly in his hands. He doesn’t even bother putting on a pair of shoes or a jacket before he’s rushing toward his car.
“Y/n…Y/n, you have listen to me very carefully.” he pants, slightly tripping over his own two feet before regaining balance. “You have to hang up the phone and dial the police before i-”
“I- I can’t, Harry” she chokes out, interrupting him because she doesn’t know how much longer she can make it. “I’m so weak. I can’t move.”
Harry’s moving wildly once he sits down in the car. His hands are shaking so harshly it takes him a couple seconds to push the keys in the ignition, causing frantic mumbles of c’mon, c’mon, c’mon to leave his quivering lips.
“Fucking shit!” he spits, putting the car in reverse and stepping on the pedal so hard he’s convinced his car will be wrecked by the time he gets to her. But he doesn’t care, not at all.
He puts his car in drive and swerves onto the road, breaking the speed limit by an extra 30 miles an hour. His teeth clench together as his hand wraps tightly around the stirring wheel, causing his knuckles to turn white as he steps down on the pedal harder.
No matter what speed he goes, he has this inevitable fear that he isn’t going to make it to her on time. He feels he has no time- that she has no time- and no matter how badly he wishes he can stay talking to her to ensure that she’ll be okay by the time he reaches her, he knows it isn’t her safest option. He has to risk it, he doesn’t have much of a choice.
“You gotta give me two minutes, love. I’m putting you on hold for two minutes so that I can send someone over to you. Do not hang up on me, you hear me? You stay with me. Gimme two minutes.”
He doesn’t give her any time to reply before he puts her on hold. His fingers are rapid as he calls the police, the fingers that are gripping onto the steering wheel tapping along the leather as he waits for the operator to answer.
“My girlfriend, please,” he rushes out before the woman can finish, “she’s home alone and she keeps fading in and out of consciousness. I need you to bring someone over to her house please.”
He doesn’t notice how fast he’s speaking until the operator begins to ask him to calm down and repeat himself.
“Do you know any information in regards to her unconsciousness?”
“Yes,” he swallows thickly, “she’s anorexic.”
“What’s the address, sir?”
“168 Williamson Drive.”
“The police are on their way.”
He hangs up with the operator before switching back to Y/n’s contact.
“Y/n, baby, you still there?”
Her body jolts when she hears his voice from the speaker, breath hitching in her throat as she grips onto her phone tighter. She swears, if it isn’t for Harry being on the other line, she would have given up by now. Knowing he’s coming back to her keeps her fighting against her body, which is on the brink of blacking out for God knows how long.
“How much-“ she whimpers as she speaks, eyes slowly closing, “how much longer?”
His eyes wander wildly to the roads ahead of him. He isn’t far from her now, just a couple more turns until he’s in her neighborhood. Working quickly, his foot absentmindedly presses harder against the gas pedal, switching lanes to avoid the cars that are getting in his way.
“Shit, baby, you gotta give me five more minutes. I just need a bit more time and I’ll be there with you.”
The five minutes feels like forever.
Between Y/n’s soft crying and Harry’s continuously worried questions, Y/n had already fallen out of consciousness three times. She isn’t positive on how she is able to wake up each time, but she is. Every time she wakes up, Harry is calling her name desperately through the phone, reassuring her that he was going to be there as soon as he possibly can and help make sure she stays safe. However, Y/n is almost completely positive she is going to die. She had put her body through so much for far too long, she doesn’t know how many times her body can keep recovering just to relapse again. Her health was constantly fluctuating between the most drastic lows and highs, there is no possible way it has any more strength to push her through this last fight. There is just no way.
Harry doesn’t have time to turn off his car before he’s rushing toward her front door. His sweating hands slip off the doorknob on his first attempt to open her door, but is quick to rebuttal when he storms inside her house. It’s dark, only a small amount of light illuminating the foyer as his eyes wildly search for her.
She’s collapsed onto the floor. Her skin as pale as he’s ever seen it, her fragile body shivering and shaking against the hardwood floor. Her body looks broken, in a way. It looks lifeless as she helplessly tries to muster any atom in her body to keep fighting for her survival. Her loose clothes didn’t hide how weak her body has become within the past couple of months. There’s still a drastic, evident change in her body frame since he’s last seen her. And if he has to be honest, it makes him feel sick to his stomach, to see the love of his life like this.
And the only thing he can think about is how this is all his fault. He caused all of this, not any of this would be happening if he hadn’t left her the way he did. Instead, they could be getting married, living in their dream home together, cooking on the kitchen stove and listening to their favorite music together. They could be happy together.
But everything is because of him. There is nobody else to blame besides him and his selfishness. He left her, alone, in her most disastrous condition and nothing about what he did is okay, not when she’s like this.
“Baby” he cries, falling to his knees beside her.
He begins to sob as he lifts her up from the floor. He cradles her against him, her head laying perfectly on his chest as his arms wrap security around her waist. He nuzzles his face into her hair, his strong cries raking through him as he holds her tighter against him.
She feels cold, much different than her usual warm touch. She feels so light, too, and so weak as he grabs onto her like she’s his life line.
It’s been too long- way too long since he’s held her so close. It feels as if this is the first time he’s finally able to breathe, to not feel so suffocated in his heartbreak over losing the love of his life. He’s with her now, and maybe not in the best way possible, but he’s with her and it’s the biggest step to help them overcome this. Together.
Her fingers brush against his neck, her cheek rubbing against his chest as she whimpers against him.
Her head spins and her eyes fog as he holds her to him, making it nearly impossible for her to keep up with her consciousness. All she can think is how good it feels, to be with him in her weakest moment. She feels the most alive, even in her time closest to death, being wrapped in his arms and being peppered by his kisses. She feels the safest she’s ever been, and in this moment, for the first time in a while, she truly feels like everything is going to be okay.
“Don’t leave me, please” she whispers, “please don’t leave again.”
His heart breaks when he feels her tears soak through his t-shirt as the words she speaks crack in her voice.
He’d never leave her, never in his wildest dreams would he think about leaving her again. He can’t live another day without her, and he’ll stop at nothing to make sure she gets the ending she deserves.
“Oh, my love” he whimpers, placing a delicate kiss upon her forehead, “I’m so sorry, my love. Help is on its way, okay? You’re with me now, you’re safe. I’ve got you.“
He leans down to kiss her shaking lips, running his hands through her hair as he lets out another broken sob.
Some days I’ll admit I was difficult Everything you did I was critical
It was you and Reggie. That’s the way it had always been.
Ever since birth, your mothers had pushed you to each other, hoping to see you get together in the future.
And so you did.
It was seventh grade when he had asked you out, all nervous and shaky. You were kids, no one expected it to last. They had all been surprised to see that three years later, you and Reggie were still together as sophomores. And they had been even more surprised to see that you guys broke up that very same year.
You’re holding the car keys I’m saying, “Don’t tease me.” If you’re leaving, then just leave me
The Jason Blossom case had taken quite the toll on the small town. Being childhood friends with Betty and Jughead, you easily got caught up in the investigation while Reggie got caught up in a competition with Archie over who would be the next football captain.
You were slowly drifting apart.
Baby we were good We were almost perfect I’d say it’s your fault, But you don’t deserve it
No one noticed at first. Not even you and Reggie. The last minute excuses, the constant apologizing for things you had both forgotten about.
To everyone, you were still the perfect happy couple.
Then came the late night sleuthing. You were putting yourself at risk, at least, that’s what Reggie thought. You however, paid no attention to his concerns, stating that your chances of getting hurt were lower than his every time he played a game.
Unfortunately, Reggie’s words rang true when one night, as you were lurking around the banks of Sweetwater River, your ankle got caught on a tree root. You had to be carried home by Jughead and taken care of by Betty in order to ensure your ankle wasn’t broken.
Reggie had stormed into your room, seething. He had yelled at you and you had yelled back, both saying things you didn’t mean. The night had ended with him storming out and you sobbing as both Jughead and Betty comforted you.
The happy couple had come to an end.
You won’t get back what we had with no one Baby we were good It was almost worth it We were almost Almost, almost
Truth is, there was no one to blame. You loved each other with all your heart but unfortunately, high school had torn you both apart.
You continued on normally, even if you were terribly heartbroken. You were determined to show Reggie that you would be alright without him.
Reggie tried did the same but he was absolutely crushed and was starting to lose sleep. He regretted his words and his actions.
You were the best thing he had and he had given you up.
You wanted someone to blame. Jughead, for dragging you with him on late nights. Betty, for roping you into the Blue & Gold. Even Reggie, for simply giving up.
But you knew that the only person to blame was yourself.
So real, sometimes it was fictional, yeah So good, sometimes it was criminal So happy without me, Or are you just acting? Either way is right.
The news of your breakup spread like wildfire. The next day, a quarter of the people knew about you guys. The day after, three quarters knew. By the end of the week, girls were already trying to get Reggie’s attention.
You stood by your locker with Jughead and Archie. Archie was rambling on about something, which was weird as he was usually so calm and relaxed.
Little did you know he was trying to prevent you from seeing some girl from your biology class flirt with Reggie.
“…and then I told Betty ‘There’s no way you can fit that whole apple in your mouth’ and she just looked me right in the eye, said ‘watch me’ and proceeded to shove it- (Y/N)?” Archie trailed off as you turned around, being met with the sight of Reggie leaning on his locker, smirking at the girl.
“I’m fine,” you whispered as Archie wrapped his arm around your shoulders and walked you to your next class, Jughead trailing after you guys.
“It’s okay to not be ok,” Archie whispered back.
Baby, we were good We were almost perfect I’d say it’s your fault, But you don’t deserve it.
Reggie felt his heart break when he saw Archie Andrews envelope you in his arms and walk you to class. The same thing occurred for the rest of the week. And the week after that. And the week after that.
He’d always make sure to be in the same place as you and no matter how hard he tried to get your attention, you would only remain focused on Archie.
He tried everything. Flirting with girls like crazy around you, telling Archie to back off, even pushing Jughead into the lockers when he walked with you.
But none of it worked.
You were both miserable.
Archie was helping you, he truly was. He quickly became one of your closest friends, always guiding you away from Reggie in order to keep your heart from shattering even more than it already had.
You wondered if it was possible. Could your heart break even more if it had already been shattered by the person you
You quickly found out that the answer was ‘yes’ every time you saw Reggie level the school with a new girl on his arm.
You won’t get back what we had with no one
Baby, we were good, It was almost worth it
We were almost
It had been two months and Reggie was back to being his normal fuckboy self. You had been fully integrated into the group that consisted of Archie, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, and Kevin. Things couldn’t be better.
Actually, that was a lie. No matter how much time you spent with your friends, or how much effort they spent with trying to get you to feel better, you were still in love with Reggie.
But he had moved on…multiple times.
Reggie was still hurting. He regretted ever yelling at you and he regretted leaving your house the night you got hurt. He wanted to go up to you and tell you just how badly he was still in love with you.
But you were happy with Archie…as far as he knew.
Baby, we were good, We were almost perfect.
I’d say it’s your fault, But you don’t deserve it
Everyone was getting worried. You were still upset and extremely unhappy. These days, not even Archie could cheer you up. Yours and Reggie’s anniversary was coming up nd you couldn’t help but feel more blue.
In a last minute effort, Betty and Veronica planned a small outing for you the day of the would-be anniversary. It’s wasn’t anything big, just an outing to Pop’s with all your friends.
It was going well, Archie had even bought you a milkshake, and you were beginning to feel better.
At least, you were, until Cheryl showed up.
“So he asked me out and of course I said yes. I mean, he hasn’t been available since middle school. Everybody wants a piece of him.”
Your whole table turned to look at Cheryl when she walked in. She stopped near the entrance and looked around, her eyes landing on you.
Smiling maliciously, she turned to Ginger. “Let’s just say Reggie is better at a lot of things apart from football.”
You got up as they walked away, giggling.
“I gotta go,” you mumbled, gathering your things.
“(Y/N), please stay,” Betty begged.
You flashed a smile in her direction. “Thank you Betty, and thank you guys. Thanks for trying but I just really need to go.”
Archie, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, and Kevin all stared after you sympathetically, turning to glare at Cheryl once you had left the diner.
You won’t get back what we had with no one,
Baby, we were good, It was almost worth it,
We were almost
Cheryl’s words kept playing in your head as you walked out of the diner. You weren’t crying. You couldn’t cry anymore. You were just numb. You kept your head down as you rounded the corner, crashing in somebody. Their hands went to your waist as you placed your hands on their chest to steady yourself.
Reggie looked down at you, emotions hitting him full-force. He missed this, he missed you. Being able to hold you in his arms and call you his. He had to get you back. And this was the perfect chance.
You looked up to apologize, only to completely freeze up when your eyes met Reggie’s. You wanted to say something, apologize for what was said that night that seemed so far away at that moment. But you couldnt. You couldn’t do anything but look away and try to hold back the tears your eyes had miraculously produced.
“(Y/N)…hey,” Reggie breathed.
So I figured out how to write fics on mobile like you do on desktop. So requests will be up soon!
REQUESTED: i HOPE YOU LIKE IT, I DIDN’T EDIT THIS ONE, SO SORRY IF THERE’S MISTAKES.
Requested by anonymous:
Hello I would like to request a tvd and to mixed in where y/n is the sister of the mikealsons but very powerful creature filled with other supernatural powers . Then y/n dies in mystic falls and y/n is best friends with the mystic gang . So when y/n dies the mikealsons and the gang meet at her funeral . All the characters say something meaningful specially klaus and Stefan because y/n would have best most besties with Stefan he says something like he loves her . Then as a ghost y/n says I’m here
You’re an original. A
sister of the Mikaelson. You are a very powerful creature. You’ve lived for
more than a thousand years and seen so much. It was hard for you to make new
friends, because people die, and not everyone wants to be a vampire. So when your
siblings and you settled in Mystic Falls for a bit. You decided to enroll in
the local high school, that way you’d be able to make new friends. And friends
Despite who your
family is you befriended the mystic gang. You were closer to Stefan which meant
that he wasn’t about to die anytime soon, being a vampire and all. Now
something happened when your mother turned you into a vampire, unlike your
siblings you were filled with supernatural powers, making you just as strong as
Klaus if not stronger.
When your family left
to New Orleans you decided to stay, it was hard to say goodbye to your family
especially Klaus. You two were very close to each other. You were never
daggered and were always by his side no matter what. You knew he was damaged
because of Mikael and that he just needed love. So you gave him all the love
you could and hoped that one day he’s meet a girl that’ll show him how amazing
All that was great and
amazing. Until came a day when something unexpected happened. It was a shock
everyone didn’t know what to do, what to feel. You died. You were stacked with
a white oak stake.
Your family came to
Mystic Falls at once, you were going to be buried there. The place you were
born. It was a rainy day, the sky was gray as if it was mourning you and was
saying goodbye to you. Everyone you loved or cared about was there, all
standing around your grave where your headstone stood. It was a secluded area
that belonged to your family. Tears were running, people were sniffing everyone
was just a mess. How will they move on? How will they live without you?
“I knew (y/n0 the
first one, here in Mystic Falls.” Caroline said as she silently whipped her
tears away. “She was so nice to me, I couldn’t believe she was an original. I
knew I could always count on her no matter what. She gave me advice on men and
she helped me gain respect from everyone who thought I was just a dump blonde.
I owe her so much, she deserved more than she got.”
“Uh… (y/n) and I
bumped into each other one time, when I was leaving school.” Matt who was
standing next to Caroline said as he tried to compose himself. “I knew she was
a vampire, and for some reason I thought she was going to kill me, which she
only laughed at. I never understood how much kindness could come from a person
as easily as it came from her. She saved my life more times that I could count
and for that I thank her.”
“When Elijah and (y/n)
came into town, I had a feeling that I could trust them.” Elena said as Damon
held her hand. “More (y/n) than Elijah to be honest… she just had that shine
around her, she was confident, honest, honorable and powerful. Yet she never
once harmed me or anyone I love. She always did the opposite actually, she was
always one call away. I’m going to miss her so much.”
“Guess it’s my turn…”
Damon said quietly, before he cleared his throat. “I never make friends easily,
people aren’t always found of me and my personality, but she thought otherwise.
(y/n) managed to slip past my walls and camp inside. She and I became fast
friends, she was my drinking buddy, I could rant to her for hours and she’d sit
and listen carefully. She acted as if I was her younger brother. For some
reason I always wished for an older sibling and she filled that roll all these
years ago, and now I feel as if I lost a sibling.”
Elijah knew it was his
turn to speak, yet he couldn’t say anything, Hayley took a hold of his hand and
gave him a squeeze. Telling him that she was there for him.
“Um… I never… I never
thought about losing a sibling.” Elijah said a tear escaping his eyes everyone
and then. “Especially not (y/n) she was just so full of power and confidence,
but more importantly she was kind and forgiving. Who would ever want to harm
her? She and I were close, she was close to me and my siblings. But-but I uh I
knew I can always count on her to cover my back no matter her personal
interests. For a long time she was the only light and amazing thing in our
family. Losing (y/n) is the hardest thing I had to go through in life.”
“She is the most
supportive person I knew.” Hayley said holding Hope in her left hand as Elijah
held her right one. “When she found out I was pregnant she came down to New
Orleans at once, and helped me. Whenever I called her for help or advice she
was there for me. She was the first one that showed me that not all vampires
are alike and there’s more to the Mikaelson’s than meets the eye. Because of
her I have Elijah by my side, and that is something that I will never forget.”
“After losing Freya, I
was beyond happy to get a sister.” Finn said, and he looked at Freya and turned
to your coffin. “(y/n) and I were great friends as we grew up. She was the only
one of my siblings that haven’t once looked down on me, or showed me disappointment.
I am more than glad to be her brother. I know she will be missed, as much as
she was loved.”
“I haven’t really
spent that much with (y/n) as you all did.” Freya said comforting Finn. “But
the time I did spend with her, I could tell that she was defiantly different from
the rest of us Mikaelson, no one with our past should have been that… good, but
she was. And how she did will remain mystery. I was looking forward to getting
close to her after everything calmed down here and in New Orleans.”
“(y/n) had an amazing
life, she was a great sister.” Rebekah said while she tried to stop her sobs. “She
was the kind that stands by you when you needed somebody to be there. She was a
sister, friend and a warrior in and out. I remember when we were young, she’d
go out of her way to make us all happy, which confused me as to why. She was
the youngest after all. I was so happy that I got a sister when she was born. She
was truly a caring person, and I know a part of me will always be missing now
that she is gone.”
“What really puzzled
me was her ability to always believe the best of everyone, until they proved
her wrong.” Bonnie smiled sadly as she remembered her time with you. “She had a
big hear and enough love for everyone. She was admirable and compassionate and
and she deserved so much more than she got. Her ending was supposed to be
happy. The best way to describe her is that she’s a friend that would stick by
in any weather; he is the type of friend friend that would stand in a storm, with rain pouring down on
his head, holding an umbrella, calmly and carefully, to make sure that my own
head did not get wet.”
“My baby sister, was
more than just a sister, she was my best friend.” Kol said tears streaming down
his face, he was looking down unable to look anyone in the face. “When we were
young she’s wake me up every morning so we’d be able to watch the sun rise. I was
so annoyed at her for that, but looking back that was the most peaceful time we
had and now that she’s gone, I only want to go back to that time where it was
only her and I talking and having fun. She was my shoulder to cry on through
every heartbreak. She was an amazing sister.”
“Um… (y/n) is the only
one who I never daggered. She was my baby sister, if I could I would’ve given
her the world.” Niklaus said as he whipped the stray tear before giving up as
more escaped from his red eyes. “She was so different from me we were the total
opposites yet we were the closest. I remember every minute we spent together,
she was so mad when I daggered one of our sibling and tried too hard to get me
to un-dagger them. She loved this family more than anything. I love her so
much. I’ll be telling Hope stories of her brave and amazing Auntie (y/n). I saddens
me knowing that my daughter will never know her auntie and my sister will never
know her niece. It is a cruel world we live in, and (Y/N) has been always far
too good and pure to live in it. I miss her, I can’t believe she’s gone…
“(Y/N), was an amazing
girl, I’ve never met anyone like her.” Stefan said crying the most. “
As time went on we
became best friends… I’ve been
looking for some to love all my life, and the minute I met her I knew she was
the right one for me. But I never thought that I’d ever have a chance with her.
She was far too beautiful far too good for me. But as time went on she made me
feel loved that I wasn’t a monster we grew closer as time went on, and my only
regret is not telling her how much she meant to me. I wish I could’ve told her
how I loved her, how I wanted to make her mine, I thought we had forever. But you
never know. She truly will be missed, she impacted so many people, and the
world will not be the same without her.”
You as a ghost from
the other side cried as you watched everyone talk about you, you wanted to
reach out to every single one of them, you wanted to comfort them and tell them
that you loved them. Hearing Stefan confess his love to you broke your heart as
you wanted to tell him that you felt the same as he had.
“I’m here.” You
whispered but it fell on deaf ears. They couldn’t hear you. They couldn’t feel
your presence. That was it, you live has
You were tired of it. Tired of feeling like you weren’t enough for him. For Baekhyun.
You’ve been like this for far too long now and you were sick of it.
You knew Baekhyun loved you a lot. He made sure that he showed you that, but you weren’t the only one that had his love and it hurt you so much that sometimes you felt like you couldn’t even breathe. Yet you had stayed by his side for so long in hopes that maybe one day you would be the only one in his eyes.
But it seemed like life wasn’t fair enough to give you what you wanted most.
Each night you would anxiously wait in hopes that it would be you that Baekhyun would be seeing instead of her.
However, there is only so much heartbreak and disappointment that one can take and everybody reaches a breaking point. This was yours.
Draco Malfoy had a hard time with keeping you hidden, just like you’d like. You were shy, one of the shyest girls in your house, but he wanted everybody to know that you were his, and being in the spotlight like he was meant that you got a lot of attention. Many people envied your relationship, especially many of the Slytherin girls. They would never say anything bad to your face, but everybody knew that they all had their hearts set out on Draco, and he was in love with you. The whole school was aware of the relationship that you two had- it was amazing that someone with the beliefs that Draco had about blood class would even like somebody, a quarter-blood, like you, which is something you often had a insecurity issue with, however he always told you that he was with you because he loved you.
This is what confused you when he became distant. One Tuesday afternoon, he hadn’t turned up to the usual spot the two of you went to just after lunch before your afternoon classes. Confused, you left for the Great Hall, hoping that you might find him there. Which of course you did. Draco was sat on the opposite side of the Slytherin table to usual, so that he was now facing all of the other houses, and he was staring. But not at nothing, he was staring at a hufflepuff girl. This left you even more confued- had she said something to him? Had he needed to get her attention? Regardless of the answer, you went and sat yourself next to Draco, kissing his cheek as you did.
Summary: You had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10, at 12 you became best friends, at 14 you had your first kiss, at 15 you fell in love and at 16 you made love. You’ve never really knew what heartbreak was until at the age of 18 he broke your heart.
Inspired by Somebody else by the 1975.
A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.
I didn’t know which of the three photos to pick so I put the three of them lol.
You stopped abruptly and turned around to see one of the
worst things you’ve ever seen, Jungkook sprawled on the floor, blood sprouting
from his body, eyes closed and body covered with glass. You feared the worst,
running to his figure lying on the ground you crouched, crying and calling his
leave me, please. SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!”
You felt the air being sucked from your lungs the
minutes it took the ambulance to get to the place and the path from the
accident to the hospital, tears flowing from your eyes incessantly, unsteadily
breathing while you strongly held Jungkook until the doctors took him away to
the emergency room and you had to let go of him.
Three tortuous hours passed before the surgeon emerged
from the emergency room.
“We have stabilized him, he suffered a fracture
in two of his right ribs and a spleen rupture, but we were able to close the
wound fast enough.” The doctor explained to you, blood returning to your
“Are you a relative of the patient? I need you to
sign these papers that authorize Mr. Jeon’s hospitalization,” the doctor
“I am his girlfriend,” you replied without
really thinking, the weight of those words quickly making effect in your mind,
you pushed the thought to the back of your mind.
suffice, please sign here” the surgeon handed you some papers and a pen to
sign them, you signed them quickly and gave them back to him.
“You can see him in an hour when he is taken to
intensive care” the doctor told you before turning around and leaving.
That hour served you a bit to think about the events
that had happened in the last weeks, your feelings for Jungkook, your feelings
for Taehyung, Jungkook’s thought of him being
ripped from your life forever, his almost lifeless body lying on the pavement ,
you never wanted to see or feel the same thing again in your life. It was
terrifying to think that someone could disappear from your life with the snap
of two fingers. What had happened was your fault, because you were the one who
ran away from the place without looking back, no mattering that Jungkook was running
after you, shouting your name, imploring you to listen.