The coffee shop that you normally went to every morning was closed for repairs. You had to go fifteen minutes out of your way to get your daily coffee fix.
It had been a regular morning. You woke up and made breakfast for the kids before sending them off to school. They only had a few weeks left before Christmas break. They were very excited about being out of school for the next three weeks.
I’m so happy you guys are still tuning in to my Jughead Serpent story! You guys are so awesome!
Jughead slammed his hand against the metal trailer door, leaving it swinging open and letting the cool air filter into his dirty,stale home. He was so angry he couldn’t see straight, his knuckles were aching for something to hit and the closest thing was his kitchen cabinet.
The meeting at Snake bar went as well as could be expected, the older members of the Serpents were gearing up for quite the battle against Clifford Blossom and his many Riverdale cronies, F.P led the meeting declaring all out war and explaining his expectations, Jughead had been minding his own business leaning against a bar stool when he heard his name leave his fathers lips.
“We’ll need to get in their heads, show them no one is safe, not even their children, Jughead can lead the march on that one. The fight at Pops yesterday was a good start but we need more, go after more than the football team, I want you to take on every Riverdale High student you can, I know you all seem to have a way with the girls, work your way there.”
There were murmurs of agreement from the young boys as they high fived and grinned wickedly. Fortunately Keith and Dean came to stand behind Jughead, a few other Serpents following, they liked Betty, they wanted to keep her safe they wouldn’t go along with this stupid plan.
“You got that son?” F.P asked dangerously. His father had been scorned by Clifford Blossom and he would stop at nothing to take him down, Jughead knew parts of his old dad were buried deep inside the jaded, bitter man but it was getting harder and harder to find him.
“Yeah F.P, you got it.” He mumbled.
For a moment Jughead swore he saw his father flinch at the choice of name, but before he had a chance to analyze it, the man was back to discussing plans to take down the north side.
“This is what you were born into Jughead, this is your legacy” he mocked, spitting into the sink and slamming his hand on the countertop.
“Is now not a good time?”
He whipped around at the familiar voice and stared wide eyed as Betty stood nervously in his doorway, her tiny white skirt and soft yellow tank top stood out drastically against his dirty metal trailer.
Shaking his head quickly, he moved towards her, gently tugging her inside and away from prying eyes
“No! No, it’s never a bad time for you.” He smiled, placing a hand to her arm and tracing a finger over the veins on her wrist.
Betty looked at him skeptically before her eyes lit up
“Is that a dog?! You have a dog!” She pointed behind him and he turned to see his trusty sheep dog, hotdog, poking his head from behind the door. Looking back up to Betty’s eyes he couldn’t help but chuckle at the unrestrained excitement, he released her and she flew towards the shaggy white dog.
“Hi love! Your daddy didn’t tell me you existed, I would’ve come here a long time ago.” She giggled as the dog placed a sloppy kiss to her cheek, she pushed her face into his fur and scratched his belly. Jughead watched the scene with a goofy smile on his face, for some reason she seemed to fit perfectly into his trailer, her bright smile and laughter instantly lighting up his dark home, the Southside could use a little bit of her sunshine.
She looked up at him and smiled, beckoning him to come join her.
Dropping to his knees he scratched behind the dogs ear as Betty cooed lovingly, there was something unbelievably maternal about her, something Jughead hadn’t seen since he was six years old.
“He doesn’t get out much, especially now with the turf war going on. I can’t let him out of my sight, you never know the lengths these people will go to hurt people like me, can’t risk this one getting caught up in the cross fire.” He looked at her fully, his eyes boring into hers, hoping she understood his hidden message.
Betty looked back at him with equal intensity
“Well some things are worth getting hurt for. I think hotdog is willing to make that sacrifice.” She answered softly, her hand coming up to grasp his cheek as she stroked behind his ear, his eyes fluttering closed
“Hey! I’ve got a plan.” She pulled her hand away, standing up and brushing her hands on her skirt
“I think we could both use an escape, and hotdog could definitely use a place to run free for a bit, there’s a carnival over in Pembrooke it’s only a few towns over, that means the beach will be completely deserted, hotdog can run as far as his little heart can take him.” She bent down and ruffled the excited dogs fur “you’d like that wouldn’t you boy?”
The dog barked and wagged his tail, pushing his snout against Betty’s palm as she giggled, Jughead smiled, grabbing his Serpents jacket from its space on the couch and pulling her hand towards his truck, hotdog happily following along before hopping in the back seat.
Jughead never thought an hour long car ride could be so amusing, between Betty’s singing (and damn was her voice the prettiest thing he’d ever heard) and hotdog howling alone, he bought his face might break from smiling so much, she laughed along to his stories about Dean and his absolute hatred of anything alcoholic and he internaly celebrated when she described Her embarrassing childhood crush on Archie and how when they kissed she realized she felt nothing for him.
He only had to bite the inside of his mouth a few times when he noticed bruises he had never seen before as she lifted her arms up making the tiny tank top rise and reveal pieces of her stomach.
After about an hour of hotdog running through the water and Betty splashing Jughead with the salty ocean waves, they were both fairly exhausted as the sun went down but neither of the teens had ever felt so happy or content.
Clutching Betty’s hand as they watched hotdog trail the edge of the water Jughead heard her sigh softly
“I wish it could stay like this, we could just stay here, never have to go back, never have to worry about divided homes and responsibilities.” She whispered, reading his mind.
He squeezed her hand tighter and nodded
“I know, it just feels like.. like the world is closing in on me sometimes, like I’m right there in the ocean but I can’t get out, I’m drowning.” He looked down at her eyes and saw her nod understandingly, urging him to finish, to let it out.
“My dad.. he just.. he wants me to be this almighty Serpent prodigy, and yeah I love the Serpents, they’re my family but.. I don’t want it to be like this.. I don’t want our town to be separated. This responsibility to do what he thinks is right.. it’s all bullshit.”
Saying it all out loud, letting float into the waves, he felt like a heavy load had been lifted from his shoulders and it was all thanks to the beautiful girl beside him who was looking at him with complete understanding and respect.
“I get that” she said “I’m so tired of trying to do what everyone thinks is right. I’m so tired of letting everyone hurt me.” She instinctively placed a hand to the bruises on her wrist “but Jughead, with you right now? I feel safe, like I can be myself, I know it sounds silly but..” she was cut off by Jughead bringing her wrist to his mouth placing a gentle kiss to her bruises.
“It’s not silly, I feel the same way. I can’t remember a time where I’ve felt so… at home.” He whispered against her pulse.
Betty brought her free hand up to his cheek, cupping it and smiling shyly
“Are you gonna kiss me or not Jughead Jones”
With wide eyes Jughead didn’t waste a second, dropping his lips to hers and instantly melting, it was like a ship coming into dock, she tasted like strawberries and vanilla and he had to muffle his moan against her lips. She gripped the lapels of his jacket and brought him even tighter against her, the taste of cigarettes and peppermint was now officially one of Betty’s favorite flavors.
The moment was broken in a flash as Hotdog leaped on both of them sending them flying into the sand, Betty dropped on top of Jughead as Hotdog attacked his dads face with messy kisses.
“Alright boy! Okay!” He laughed freely, his hands coming around Betty’s waist and pulling her against his chest as they sat facing the ocean.
Sure there was a war going on in their very little town, but right here right now, two damaged kids had found their home and they weren’t giving it up for anything .
The tale of two cities according to Heiko and Stephi - Part 106
If you ever visit Germany never underestimate the ticket machines here. If you think it’s easy to insert a coin and get the ticket then you’re right, it could be that easy. But not in Germany. To find out which ticket you need is a big hurdle you have to overcome. Sometimes I think if someone dodges the fare in Munich then it’s not because they want to avoid the cost it’s only because they didn’t know which ticket they need. I only can wish you good luck if you have to use the public transport system.
This week’s praise to everybody who was able to buy the correct ticket and criticism to the complicated system.
Safe Place - Luke Hemmings/(Y/N) Series - Part One
Okay, so a few of you said you’d be interested in reading my series that I wrote a few months back. So here it is :) I hope you like it! Let me know what you guys think <3
I walk down the familiar hallway to my flat, my feet bouncing with excitement as I make my way through the run-down building. The boys and I have just finished a press tour to promote our next album, but thankfully, I wasn’t gone very long. It was a few weeks in LA, a week in London, and a week in Australia, which comparatively speaking isn’t too bad. I see our door down at the end of the never-ending hallway and my heart skips a beat.
I’m not so much excited about being back in my apartment as I am to see my best friend and roommate, (Y/N). We’ve been best friends since secondary school, and when she turned eighteen we decided to get an apartment together. In all honesty, it’s mostly her apartment since I’m gone most of the time, but I still pay half of the rent. When the band first started to get big, I had planned on just saving my money and getting an apartment somewhere in America like New York or LA. But after she finished high school, (Y/N) asked me to be her roommate, and I just can’t say no to her.
A smile forms on my lips as I finally reach the door. I notice that it’s cracked open very slightly and I freeze for a moment. I check my watch and see that it’s only 11 AM, so (Y/N) should still be at work. I begin to brace myself to attack the intruder until I smell burnt food wafting from the kitchen. At that point I know it must be (Y/N) because despite her many talents, she is a terrible cook.
I very carefully push the door open and walk through the living room. Just seeing our old couch and tv makes me smile even wider. I really have missed being here. I drop my bag near the edge of the living room and head toward the kitchen. I have to stifle a laugh when I see (Y/N) dancing around the kitchen with her headphones in while she stirs something on the stove. I casually lean against the doorframe and wait for her to notice my presence. After a few more minutes of jumping around and quietly singing along to the music in her ears, she finally turns around. Her eyes go wide and she immediately drops the spoon that she’s holding and it hits the floor with a loud clang. She glares at me as she pulls the headphones out of her ears and places one of her hands on her heaving chest.
“You can’t scare me like that, Hemmings!” She breathes as a smile stretches across her lips.
Before I even have time to respond, she lunges toward me. I’m able to catch her just before we both go toppling to the ground. She wraps her arms around my beck and buries her face in my shoulder.
“I missed you,” I say once I’ve steadied myself.
I feel her nod against my shoulder. “You can’t leave me for that long ever again,” she whines.
She says this every time I come home, and sometimes I wish I could just stay here with her all the time, but I know I can’t. She loosens her grip on me and I gently set her back down on the floor.
“Have you been working out?” She asks as she reaches out and squeezes my bicep. “You used to struggle to hold me like that,” she teases.
“Please,” I snort. “You weigh like two pounds. Even weakling Luke could pick you up with no trouble.”
She smiles, and I swear the whole room gets brighter. She has the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, and it never ceases to knock me off my feet.
“It gets so lonely here at night,” she says as her smile suddenly fades. “The other night, oh my gosh, I almost had a heart attack. There was this creaking noise…” her voice seems to fade out as my eyes focus in on the hint of a bruise that’s fading underneath her right eye. “…I pick up my hair dryer and start walking around the apartment looking for intruders and-“
She stops talking when she sees me staring at her.
“What?” She asks, laughing nervously.
“What happened to your eye? It looks bruised,” I say as I reach out and brush my fingers over the fading yellow spot.
A shiver runs through her as soon as my hand touches her and her eyes immediately fall to the floor.
“Oh,” she says, her eyes suddenly unable to meet mine. “I did that at work the other day.”
She’s never been a good liar, and I’ve known her long enough to know when she’s trying to cover something up.
“Oh yeah, that riveting library job,” I say sarcastically. “Must get pretty crazy in there.”
She lets out an insincere laugh as she turns back to face the stove. “Speaking of work,” she not-so-subtly changes the subject. “I took the day off so that I could be here when you get home. I wanted to make you a special dinner for your grand return,” She says, gesturing toward the burnt food on the stove. “However, after three attempts, I’ve begun to realize that I simply can’t cook.”
I laugh as she turns the stove off and officially admits defeat.
“So, pizza?” She asks.
I nod. “Pizza sounds good.”
She picks up her cell phone to order the pizza and I grab my bags and carry them to my room. I open the door and am met with a perfectly clean bedroom, which I know for a fact is not how I left it. (Y/N) must’ve cleaned it while I was away. She steps into my doorway a few minutes later as I’m beginning to put some of my clothes away.
“You could at least fold your clothes before you put them in the dresser,” she sighs, a small smile still on her lips.
I roll my eyes playfully and attempt to fold the shirt in my hands before giving up and shoving it in the drawer with everything else. She laughs.
“Oh, I don’t know if you have plans tonight, but Jonah is coming over for dinner,” she says, sitting down on my bed and folding the rest of the clothes that are in my suitcase. I guess she got tired of watching me messily shove them away.
I try to keep the disgust off of my face as she mentions her boyfriend, Jonah. I know I should be supportive of her relationship since she’s my best friend, but I just can’t. She deserves better than him. He’s not a terrible guy, but he’s just not nearly good enough for her.
“I was actually just planning to sleep,” I admit. “Jet lag is starting to hit me.”
I could be imagining it, but I swear her smile falters ever so slightly when I say that, but she nods.
“So you and Jonah just try not to make the bed creak too much, huh?”
The words taste like vinegar coming out of my mouth. I can’t believe I just make a joke about her having sex with that idiot.
She tenses up at my attempted joke, and she suddenly stands up and walks toward the door.
“I’m gonna go wait for the pizza,” she says.
Something is definitely off about her voice. Did I offend her somehow?
“(Y/N)?” I ask, but she’s already out the door.
Something has changed since I left; something big.
I think a lot of witches feel the draw towards the comfy-cozy cottage brimming with plants, the windowsills full of crystals casting colored light in their shadows, big, spacious altars, smoking cauldrons, and tapestries and wreaths hung in every free space on the wall.
Who, in reality, has the means to have their craft area or workspace that luxurious? Not to say “no one,” because with all of the gorgeous photos floating around, someone obviouslydoes.
But a lot of us don’t. A lot of us are crammed into tiny living spaces we have to share with families, including pets. Not everyone can afford to make their actual space reflect the way they wish it looked, full of jars and candles and flowers. If you rent or have health issues, burning incense/candles might not be an option for you. If someone doesn’t have understanding family members, having anything “occult” looking hidden in their room could have dangerous consequences, if discovered.
So maybe the reason these UGH AESTHETIC posts get so much attention in the community, is because… if people can’t have their real witchcraft space look the way they wish, at least they can create a sort of e-space similar to an online shrine.
I’ll keep tagging posts “aesthetic,” cause I know that genuinely sometimes users just aren’t on here for that kind of content. I just wanted to throw these thoughts out there too, though.
i remember before i came out as trans when i wished i could post pictures of myself and be public about my identity but i couldn’t because i couldn’t be out yet. i still struggle sometimes with the idea that i’m trans enough but i never thought i would be able to be so open and happy in my trans identity as i now. if only the me from a few years ago could see who i would become.
i’m here i’m queer and i’m unapologetic so happy trans day of visibility <3
Dustin watching all of his friends struggling post-season one and having to be strong for them all even though it's weighing on him??? Hurt my soul
He laid on his back, eyes searching through the darkness, catching the posters on the wooden walls, and the mounds of blankets—beneath which his friends slept. It was silent. Too silent.
Until the calm was inevitably broken; to his right, Dustin heard sniffling. His ears perked up, and he glanced over.
Mike was curled up on the couch (which had been his customary place during sleepovers since fourth grade), his back to Dustin, shoulders rising and falling all-too-jerkily. Dustin swallowed and closed his eyes for the briefest of moments; it was all too much, all of the time. This guilt he felt—the guilt they all felt… It was going to eat him up.
The sniffling stopped almost entirely. Mike shifted. “I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”
“You’re not fine,” said Dustin, wriggling out of his sleeping bag. He stumbled over, careful not to wake the others. “Mike.”
Mike wouldn’t look at him. He merely curled up tighter, angrily wiping his tears. “Go away, Dustin.”
Mike glared for a moment, and then sat up like Dustin had known he would. Dustin sat down, grabbing a blanket to wrap himself up in. The chill in the air ceased. “What do you want?”
“I want you to admit you’re not okay. And I want you to talk to me. You never talk to me.”
“That’s not true.”
“Keep your voice down!”
They stared at one another, neither really drawing a breath, before Dustin sighed in defeat. He sagged against the couch, wishing he had some of his mother’s hot chocolate to help with this. “Listen,” he said instead, “I’m here. To talk to. If you ever need anyone, or anything.”
Mike fixed his gaze onto the ceiling and was quiet for a long time. Will, on the ground, figeted a little.
“She’s gone,” Mike whispered after a moment. “It… I didn’t even know her that well, and… I get it’s stupid—but it feels like someone ripped my fucking heart out.”
Dustin, a little startled at his friend’s language (though he supposed everyone had to grow up sometime), could not help but re-assess Mike in that moment. It had been four months, and here he was still crying over her. But he was… he was like a shadow of the real Mike; only coming out at certain times when he was ready for the world, and even then you could barely see him through the broken mirror of his face. Deep shit, Dustin thought.
“It’s not stupid,” he said. “It’s just the way it is.”
“Yeah. The way it is.”
The Way It Was was Fucked. The Way It Was sucked balls. The Way was crying at night and calling for his mother who was too far away to hear. The Way was relying on his friends all the time, friends who were too struck with The Way themselves to be of any help. They were all messed up, all struggling, and no one cared. At least, it felt like that anyway. No one cared and no one ever would, because kids were not grown ups like Them.
They both glanced over at the same time, where Will was trembling under his blankets. His face was white and streaked with tears, and his fists were balled. His bottom lip was bleeding just a little, too.
Dustin and Mike hurried over, tripping, blindly coming to aid their friend.
“Will,” Mike shook Will’s shoulder, and Dustin watched anxiously as the smaller boy awoke almost instantly. He wretched, and then sobbed dryly. “Will, Jesus…”
“I’m fucked, Mike,” mumbled Will (Christ, everyone was letting loose tonight—but maybe it was just time for it). “I’m never gonna get better. It’s never gonna go away…” he began to cry, digging the palms of his hands into his eyes, cheeks flushed.
Mike shook his head and gently pried Will’s arms free. “It sucks. There’s no better way to put it, and maybe you won’t get better and maybe I won’t and maybe no one will, but you’re not alone.” Not like her.
Dustin put his arm around Will, who wiped his face. His eyelashes were wet and dark. “Maybe we don’t know what it’s like to be there,” he told him, “but we know it’s ten times better here when you’ve got people, right?”
Will nodded, and sagged against Dustin, small and weak.
Lucas, from across the room, shuffled over in his sleeping bag. He plopped down beside Will and wordlessly took his hand. “We love you, man.”
“Yeah,” said Mike. “Totally.”
“You got us,” Dustin reminded him, though he was looking to Mike. “Always, okay?”
They stayed like that—huddled together in what they would later realise, when the awoke, was El’s open fort. A tangled mass of limbs and blankets and broken hearts they slept without dreams, and together.
Who sent TX this weather!? @melanietris…was it you!? Thankfully, I took today off!! Coffee time on the patio and 🤞🏻a bike ride squeezed in afterwards! (It’s soooo nice to live just a two minute bike ride from the park.) TX didn’t really seem to have winter this year, so instead of the typical week-long spring we usually have, it’s been beautiful here for months! So, I should not whine about all the rain, but I do wish it could be more spread out! The trails will be muddy forever. 😢
Walter has been getting trolled by squirrels all morning. 😂 They love to mess with him and the cat. And, they’ll chatter at Walter and sometimes throw acorns! It’s hilarious! There’s a massive canopy of oak trees in our yard and the neighboring yards, so we have a zillion squirrels.
Also, the last three pictures are such typical Walter. He wants me to pet him forever. If I stop, he tries the pleading eyes. If that doesn’t work, he’ll try to get in my lap. 🙄 Or, maybe he just wanted my coffee. 😂
Warnings- One kind of suggestive reference (it’s not graphic though) and occasional swearing
This is kind of like a part 2 to ‘Imagine moving to La Push and becoming good friends with the pack’. I wish i made it more flirty but my mind kept going blank sorry guys:( I guess Paul is more flirty than imaginable hahah. I was thinking, if any of you guys wanted, of doing different versions of part 2 with different pairings like one with reader x another pack member? If you guys like the sound of that and want me to write one for another character then inbox me and let me know, i have anons turned on <3
“Hello, i just love your account :3 If you have time, could you write an imagine in which Paul Lahote is teasing/flirting with Y/N after he met her at La Push with the pack ? Thank you :p” requested by @haydenthoughts<3
Jerome Valeska x Arkham Doctor/Follower!Reader- Reese's Peanut Butter Cup
A/N: Words: 1,530. This was supposed to come out on Valentine’s Day, but I had so much homework I literally had no time. Enjoy!
Warnings: murder, language, guns, violence, mentions of rape
“I know what you do at night.” A warm breath appeared on your ear. Of course it was obvious to you who it was. The white lab coat that you wore over your blue scrubs moved as you turned yourself to view the man who had whispered in your ear. “You go, and put on your little face paint hoping to catch my attention. By day, however, Doctor (L/N) you pretend that you want to fix me. You pretend to make me seem like my sanity is going back to what you folks refer to as ‘normal’, but, Sweetie, everyone knows there’s no way you can fix me. I’m not broken.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mister Valeska. I would never support such riots. Now, how are you doing today?” you replied refusing to look him in the eye.
“Now, Beautiful, I’m doing just fine. I wish I could leave out of this place, but life sucks sometimes. You know what would be great though? If you could help me to get out there! The reward that you’d get would be tremendous,” Jerome told you attempting to reach out to you, but his handcuffs preventing the motion.
“Showing signs of being a megalomaniac and a compulsive liar, is there anything else you’d like to say before I leave out of here? It’s almost time for me to go home for the day,” you reply beginning to feel frustrated at the man for somehow finding out about her nightly outings.
“If what I said was true bring me a Reese’s for our appointment tomorrow,” he mutters as you leave out the door.
notes: for Jana, who said “full offense when is alicia gonna write a soft drabble about phans cute seaside date”, here you go, i hope no one else has done this yet
The wind is cold and biting and Dan
thinks that his fingers might not survive much longer, despite the
thick gloves he’s wearing.
He wants to bury into Phil’s warmth and
it takes him a moment before he remembers that he actually can – no
one is here, this place is literally the most deserted piece of land
they could find. If a fan found them here, Dan might even let them
out him and Phil as a reward for that kind of dedication.
He grabs Phil’s hand with both of his
and pulls him closer, trying to absorb as much of his body heat as
“Not that I don’t love this,” Dan
starts. “But why exactly are we here? I might actually be freezing
to death right now. But it’s cool. I’ve always wondered what that
would feel like. Do you think my nose would just fall off first?”
Phil looks a bit pained. “I didn’t
know it would be so windy and cold.”
Dan can’t help but smile at him. “Phil,
we’re in England. In February. You could have maybe predicted this
turn of events.”
“I know,” Phil whines and kicks a
pebble down the hill. Dan attempts to do the same thing, but- fuck,
these rocks are glitchy, is his
last coherent thought, before he feels himself tumbling down.
fuck, are you okay?” That’s Phil’s voice in front of him. Dan
blinks. Blinks again. Looks around. Then looks at Phil again.
I just fall down this fucking hill?” he wonders a bit incredulous,
trying to strech his arms in front of him. He has to look up quite a
bit to see the spot where they were standing before.
laughs, relief in his voice. “Anything broken?” he asks anyway.
I’m fine, I think,” Dan replies, still not making a move to get up.
runs his hands across Dan’s body, tenderly, as if waiting for Dan to
scream. It would actually feel nice, if Dan wasn’t currently freezing
Dan sighs after Phil seems to be sure his limbs are all still
attached to his body. “I should get up again, I’m literally sitting
in a puddle of water. Let’s go home, please.”
looks dejected again. He mumbles something to himself.
did you say?” Dan asks absentmindedly, trying to figure out if his
clothes are irreversibly damaged, so he almost misses how Phil goes
bright red in the face.
said, that I wanted to do something romantic for you and it kind of
didn’t turn out how I expected it to. I’m sorry.”
stares. He might actually physically feel his heart melting, he isn’t
quite sure. Maybe it’s also a sign of beginning hypothermia.
just wanted you to be able to take some aesthetic pictures and be all
pretentious and ramble about the expanding of the universe while
staring at the sea and stuff. I know you love that.” His voice gets
quieter at the end.
Dan says, stepping closer to him. “This was super nice and
romantic. And you are-” he stops to press a short kiss on his mouth
“-the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. Even if your ideas are
very stupid sometimes and I’m way too clumsy to be trusted with
walking on glitchy rocks.”
kiss for a few seconds, but Dan pulls back when it starts to get more
heated. “Listen, just because I love you, doesn’t mean I’m willing
to die for you out here. My arse is literally wet and I wish that was
some kind of euphemism.”
laughs, but lets Dan lead him back towards civilization.
just glad you’re not mad.”
I’m not,” Dan starts casually, “but if you don’t think of
something better when you propose, I’m actually going to consider
saying no.” He laughs at Phil’s dumbstruck face and takes off.
one at the house has to give the other one a blowjob.” He can hear
Phil laughing behind him, but when he turns around, Phil has started
to run as well.
god he’s as unfit as Dan is. Dan really deserves that blowjob.
You laughed with Fili, watching as Kili and Bain sparred metal clanging against metal
The war for Erebor was over. Thorin had became King Under the Mountain about a year ago, but just barely. If it hadn’t been for you, neither he nor his nephews would be alive, but that’s not something you’d tell them.
Thorin had kept his word and gave a share of the gold to Dale to help rebuild and he had a close relationship with Bard, which is why you, Kili and Fili were currently in an empty courtyard teaching Bain how to fight. For a 17 year old, he did not know much fighting but that’s because it wasn’t necessary for Lake Town.
“Aim for gut. That’s always the best place to start and the largest place,” Kili says, blocking another attack.
“Swipe at the feet. Throws um off balance,” you say, swinging your legs from the stone wall you’re sitting on.
Bain listens and Kili, not expecting it, falls on his back and Bain stands over him, pointing his sword at his chest.
“Alright. Yield,” Kili states holding up his arms in defeat.
You and Fili both laugh as Bain helps him up.
“That’s enough training for today,” a voice calls out.
You all turn to find Bard leaning on the doorway, arms crossed and smiling.
He looks proud.
“Alright da,” Bain says, putting his sword away.
No one uses the courtyard so it has become a training ground.
Bain leaves after giving his father a hug.
“I still don’t know how to repay you,” Bard states as you three make your way over to him.
“You can start by going on a date with y/n,” Fili states and you tug on his mustache braids.
Both he and Kili knew about your infatuation with the King of Dale. Not only did they spot it when you first met him, but you also talked about it to them an a boring night.
He wasn’t an elf which made it 100x times better. He was rugged and mysterious and he made your heart flutter every time he looked at you. He made you feel important and loved and it made you want to see him constantly.
Fili winces and glares up at you.
“I would rather not,” Bard replies and your heart kind of just breaks.
It’s not like you weren’t expecting it. He was a king. A very handsome king who is a widower with three kids. You knew deep down he would never love you, but you kept hoping he did. Turns out, he didn’t.
“It was only a joke. Both Fili and Kili know my heart lies elsewhere,” you reply trying to reign in your composure.
Bard frowns but it’s only for a second.
“Aye? Well, you and that prince do make a fine couple,” Bard states as you four make your way down the hall.
“That pompous elf? I wouldn’t marry him if our fathers arranged it,” you scoff.
Kili and Fili both laugh and Bard just looks confused.
“Then where does your heart lie?” He asks again. “No where important. Come now, fili Kili, we must be going. We will come by in a few days to continue our training,” you tell him as you reach the entrance he nods and you all walk away.
Once out of eyesight, you yank on Fili’s braids again, this time his hair braids.
“Mahal, elf! What was that for?” He asks, rubbing his now throbbing head.
“That’s for making me look like a fool. I knew he would never return my feelings. I never should’ve told you,” you state, tears gathering in your eyes.
“Aw come on y/n! You can do better then him! Now is the chance to move on,” Kili states, squeezing your hand.
“I’m an elf, Kili. An elf living with dwarves. I’m frowned upon by dwarves, not even looked at by men, and shunned by elves. There is no one for me,” you reply.
Although your father didn’t approve of you living with the dwarves, he still treated you the same along with your siblings. Other elves, like Thranduil, weren’t too happy with your choice. He mentioned something about regretting it later, but you zoned out after the first two minutes of the lecture. You did not want to hear it after he called you stupid and reckless.
“Everyone in Erebor loves you! I’ve seen men checking you out! You have a wide variety of choices,” Fili states.
“Enough,” you say sternly,“I will no longer have this conversation with you.”
He nods as you walk out of Dale.
“Okay so if you could pick any dwarf, who would you pick?” Fili asks.
“I thought we weren’t going to speak of this,” you groan.
“No it’s totally irrelevant,” Fili states. You sigh and think.
“Definitely Thorin or Dwalin and maybe even Bifur,” you state. “Bifur? I understand Thorin and Dwalin, but Bifur? The dwarf that hardly talks?” Kili asks, confused.
“Hey! He talks now. He didn’t talk because he had that ruddy ax in his head,” you mutter, defending your choice of men.
You stop as you see snow start to fall. You smile, but stop as you notice three horse getting closer. You recognize the armor as Elven armor, but the hair. The hair is definitely that of Lothlorien. Kili and Fili unsheathe their swords as the elves stop in front of you.
They unmount their horses and you smile as the leader takes his helmet off and reveals himself to be Haldir, Marchwarden of Lothlorien. You pull him into a hug and he flinches, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Sometimes, I wish I could be that emotional. Other times, I’m happy just the way I am,” Haldir states, letting go.
You pout and he lets out a little smile.
“Still as childish as ever,” he states. “Still older than you,” you reply.
“By one year,” he grumbles and you just smile, pulling him into another hug.
“What are you doing here?” You ask.
“I came to visit you. My brothers came along to make sure we didn’t get up to mischief,” he states and it’s then that you realize it’s his brothers with him. You say hello the elvish way and they say hello back.
“Well where are you staying?” You ask as Rumil and Orophin get off of their horse. “With King Bard. I’ve sent word earlier,” he tells you and you nod.
“I’m going to head back to Erebor and visit you later, if that’s alright?” You ask.
“Of course. I would always love to be visited by a maiden as beautiful as you,” Haldir replies, kissing your hand making you blush and Rumil and Orophin roll their eyes.
Haldir has always had feelings for you, but never had the guts to tell you, which annoyed Rumil and Orophin greatly.
“Come on y/n. Stop the flirting and lets go,” Fili states. You move to pull on his hair again but he avoids your hand, proud of the accomplishment.
You glare at him and turn back to Haldir, blushing madly, making him smirk.
“I’m just going to, uh, go,” you stutter, turning around. You push the two brothers forward as they laugh at your sudden shyness.
“I thought you liked Bard?” Kili asks.
“Sometimes liking just one person is not possible,” you reply, forgetting of the hearing that was blessed upon the elves.
“But if you like one person, then start liking another person while still liking the first person shouldn’t you choose the second person?” Fili asks.
“Not unless the first is always stronger than the second,” you reply, shrugging. You can’t see the smile on Haldir’s face as you continue to trek to Erebor.
“What’s your history with him?” Kili asks, seriously interested.
“What’s it to you?” You ask and frown at yourself.
“Sorry. I did not mean to sound so rude,” you respond.
“Quite alright,” he says, smiling.
“As you all know, my father is Lord Elrond. His wife was the daughter of the rulers of Lothlorien. My grand parents are Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel.
One day, while visiting them, I met Haldir. It was possibly in the year 1000. I can’t remember. I was 900 and he had just turned 899.
We accidentally ran into each other. Literally, RAN, into each other. We both knocked each other off of our feet and when I looked up, I couldn’t stop staring.
He was the most beautiful elf I’ve ever met. I guess you could say it was love at first sight. He wasn’t thin like the other elves, but that’s what I loved about him. You could easily differentiate him from female elves which is sometimes hard.
I remember seeing him blush for the first and last time that day. Ever since then we’ve become inseparable. It would pain me to leave him, but he told me that we’d always find our way back to each other,” you relay, smiling at the story.
“But you guys never got together?” Fili asks.
“He doesn’t feel the same. Only sees me like a sister,” you reply as you walk through the gates.
Fili and Kili groan causing you and all of the other dwarves with in the vicinity to look at them weirdly. That includes Thorin.
“What’s wrong? Did you get attacked?” He asks the two worriedly.
“Thorin! She can’t decipher feelings for Mahal’s sake and that is too much pain to think about,” Kili replies, leaning his head on his Uncle’s shoulder in shame.
“Who is it this time?” Thorin asks, ignoring his nephew.
“This time? What do you mean this time?” Fili asks.
“For a dwarf that hates elves, your uncle is a pretty good listener. Especially when we both had too much ale in our body,” you respond, watching as Kili lightly hits his head repeatedly on his uncles shoulder muttering, “so oblivious.”
“So you know about Haldir?” Fili asks.
“One of the marchwardens of Lothlorien? yes. I also know about you and Dwalin and me and-” but you cut him off with a glare.
“So you’ve harbored a crush on Haldir for 1,942 years, but other feelings have come and gone? Then you know exactly who you should be with,” Fili states, grabbing his brothers hair so he would stopping hitting his face.
“It’s not that simple, Fee! You can’t court a Marchwarden especially if your father is the Lord of another realm,” you respond as you three make your way to the throne room.
“What is a Marchwarden exactly?”
“They’re highly skilled elf rangers who guard the outer boarders of their realms. So basically a captain of the guard. A servant. Haldir, Rumil and Orophin are all Marchwardens,” you explain.
“But your father doesn’t seem like the person to care,” Kili replies, now walking beside you, rubbing his forehead.
“When I said to drop it, I meant drop it for good. Not pick up the same conversation but with a different person. Look guys I love the encouraging words, but I just don’t want to talk about it. I’m going to go back to my room and back to Dale,” you say, leaving them at the throne room.
“Have you met this Haldir person?” Thorin asks as soon as you are out of earshot.
“Yes. We met him today. He came all the way from Lothlorien to visit y/n with his brothers,” Kili relays as they walk into the throne room.
Thorin frowns a bit. “What’s wrong Thorin?” Fili asks, noticing the frown.
“If he is to court her, she will no longer be around,” he replies.
The brothers exchange a look and Fili sighs.
“If we want her to be happy, then that’s the only choice we have. Letting her go,” Fili states.
Thorin nods as he takes a seat.
“Who does she have feelings for now?”
“Bard. I sort of jokingly asked him to take y/n on a date as payment for teaching Bain how to fight and he said that he’d rather not. Very vague but very hurtful to y/n,” fili responds.
“She can do better,” Thorin mutters.
“Are you jealous that she doesn’t like you anymore?” Kili asks, testing waters.
Thorin did not have feelings for you, but he did love you like a sister even if you were an elf. You always treated everyone equally and was never afraid to put him back his place when he was being a complete and utter tosser.
He remembered when you snapped at him for looking out for Kili more than he did Fili. You told him that it didn’t matter that Kili was younger than Fili. He should learn how to love both of his nephews equally or one would revolt against him and the other was sure to follow. After that, he always made sure to look after the both of his nephews and that made Fili feel more loved than ever before.
“I have never had feelings for y/n, but I care for her. Bard is a noble man but she can do better,” Thorin responds.
“So if it came down to Bard and Haldir and she came to you for advice, who would you tell her to go to?”
Thorin sighs. Once his nephews find something interesting, they never stop questioning it.
“Seeing that I have not met Haldir, I would not be fit to make the choice now would I? Now if you two don’t mind, I have a meeting with the King we were just talking about,” Thorin says as the doors open.
Dwalin and Balin walks in with Bard, Bain, and a guard.
“Have fun, brother,” Kili giggles, leaving the throne room.
Fili throws a coin at the back of his head and he winces, flipping the elder off. Thorin sighs at their antics.
Announcement: Hey, folks! So, i decided to write more of a “horror” fanfic because it’s almost Halloween. I really hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoy writing it! Thanks so much for reading!
Summary: A world where humans and vampires live peacefully sounds great, but what about when a group of vampires organize a retaliation against humans? And what happens when a human not only crosses a vampire’s path, but also falls in love with him? What happens when a vampire’s fate is to fall in love with a human, but it’s too dangerous?
Genre: Fantasy, Romance
It was cloudy and dark, which was no surprise especially since it was late September. It was early on a Saturday morning, sun hiding behind puffy, gray clouds. The wind whipped through the trees from time to time. You loved it, autumn was your favorite month.
You were sitting in the passenger seat of your father’s car, your father beside you, your three year old brother directly behind you in a car seat. Your feet were up on the dashboard, your old Converse making little marks appear on it. Luckily your dad didn’t mind. You wore a pair of skinny jeans, ones that you thought suited your body well. You also wore a baggy college hoodie that unzipped down to the center of your cleavage.
You buried your sweaty hands into the pocket of your hoodie. You were trying to keep your nerves down a bit, but trying was becoming a waste of time. There was nothing more nerve wrecking than a three hour drive to college. Not to mention, you were a complete newbie, a freshman starting at the bottom again. Luckily, classes started on Monday, so you had time to acclimate to the campus and the new life you were entering. But, you were still jittery, shifting positions every five minutes and the news coming on the radio, surely wasn’t helping your nerves. You reached over to change the channel, but your father stopped you before your hand even touched the button.
“Wait, wait, this is important and you should be listening too, dear.” He said and you sighed, but you listened.
“It was reported Friday night that two more people were found dead after leaving a convenience store at about 11pm. Investigators are saying that both of the victims had two punctures in their neck and died of blood loss. The creatures who did this crime have not yet been found. Investigators are saying that this incident is tied with all of the other incidents that have happened this month. The reason being? Investigators are suspecting that this is a retaliation between the world of humans and the world of vampires. Even though we have been able to live peacefully together for years, there are sudden rebels who are rejecting the system. This information has been gathered by a vampire interrogated by investigators. It seems that this violent breakout is even worse than the one that happened ten years ago. This is all we have for now, we will update if more information comes in.” The lady on the broadcast said.
“Goddamnit, i just don’t understand why they’re suddenly rebelling by killing innocent people” Your father sighed heavily.
“They haven’t said anything about it at work?” You asked. Your dad was a VI, vampire investigator, himself. The VI was an organization that studied vampires and practically were the most educated on all vampires whether it was about the history of them, or their physical characteristics. They formed after the first violent breakout that happened ten years ago. The VI also were the people who handled and investigated all crimes that had to do with vampires. And if a vampire was caught killing a human for food, that vampire would be caught the next day by the VI. The government had a strict rule with the vampire community. Vampires were only allowed to get their food from animals and from blood donations. That’s it. Anything that had to deal with a vampire attacking a human stranger for food was prohibited for understandable reasons.
“No, i left early yesterday and had today off for your special day.” He answered and you nodded. “But, this is the second time this happened. When are people going to realize the human world and the vampire world just don’t combine well? This country’s going to go into a war between man and creature if this doesn’t end soon.
“Dad, they’re more than just creatures. I’m sure you and the rest of the VI will catch the bad ones soon and things will be peaceful again. You have to be optimistic.” You patted his shoulder and he finally loosened his body up a bit. “Besides, today is suppose to be a fun day, even though i’m nervous, i’m still excited, so don’t stress me out even more.”
“Okay, okay i’m sorry. Sometimes i just worry. The last breakout wasn’t as bad because it was so far from where we live, but this one seems to be so close to home and i just-”
“Dad. No more vampire talk, okay? Relax a little.” You chuckled, cutting him off from ranting.
“Okay, okay, i’m sorry.” He laughed and he finally changed the subject while focusing on the road in front of him.
An hour later, you finally arrived at the college. You could feel your adrenaline rush through your entire body as your father parked the car in a lot near the dorms.
“Well, here we are. College.” He shrugged as he got out of the car. You did the same and met him at the trunk.
“Can you believe this day is here?” You said in awe as you examined the new atmosphere. The buildings stood tall, looking new and inviting. Suddenly, your nerves were replaced with a sense of excitement. You were about to start a whole new life, something different than you had ever experienced before. It was hitting you all at once.
“I actually can’t.” He said as he opened the trunk, grabbing your bags and placing them beside you. “Feels like just yesterday it was your 4th birthday and you were shoving frosting up my nose.”
“Good times, even though i can’t remember that at all.” You giggled, grabbing a couple of your bags. You only had three, a bookbag and two rolling bags.
Your father shut the trunk and stood before you. He didn’t say much and you weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t want to say goodbye or because he was on the verge of tears. Or maybe both.
“Well, i guess this is it.” He sighed.
“Don’t say it like that!” You whined and he brought you into one last hug, patting your back.
“Listen, don’t get into any trouble. Remember you’re here for educational purposes. And be on your look out, stay alert and don’t trust people. Any of these students could be vampires, good and/or bad. Just take care of yourself okay?” He rambled, but you nodded sincerely, hugging him tight before he let go. “Also, call your mother sometime today. I know she wishes she could be here, but you know how jobs can be.”
“Yeah, i know…” Your eyes dropped as you shrugged. You missed the presence of your mom especially on such a significant day, but you understood her reasons for not being there. “I’ll be fine, dad. I’ll try to call and text you guys frequently to keep you updated okay? Also, tell the little squirt in the back that i love him when he wakes up.”
“Okay, i will. Stay safe please, i love you.” He said, giving you one last pat on the shoulder.
“I will, love you too, dad.” Your voice cracked as you teared up a bit. And with that, you headed towards the dorms, taking one last look behind you.
As you walked to the dorms, you took a look at people, observing them. Then it hit you that any of the people surrounding you could be vampires. Maybe even all of them. Vampires nowadays came across as human at least until they told you otherwise. Over the decades, they learned to adapt to the human lifestyle. They don’t burn in the sun, crosses didn’t freak them out, and they could eat and drink like humans, even though it didn’t give them any energy. It was impossible to tell whether a stranger was a human or a vampire. You kinda found the thought fascinating, but also a little terrifying at the same time. Any of the people around you could be looking at you as their next meal and you’d never know it.
“Hey, you need some help?” A voice said from behind you, bringing you out of your deep thoughts. You turned around where you were greeted by a boy, a taller boy. He was handsome. He had tan skin, biceps that looked more than just defined by his tank top that was revealing them, and blonde hair that was slicked back.
“Um, i’m good, but thanks.” You awkwardly smiled, continuing your way to the dorm doors.
“It’s no problem, i just figured i’d ask. So, what’s your name?” He asked and to your surprise, he continued to walk with you.
“I’m Y/N. Freshman. You?” You responded.
“I’m Jackson, i’m a Junior.” He answered and you nodded in acknowledgement, not really knowing what to say back. “Well, i better get going, but i hope to see you around more.” He said as you two got closer to the dorms.
“Yeah, for sure. I’ll see you around.” You smiled and wave. In a matter of seconds, he was out of sight.
You finally made it to your dorm, a bit exhausted. Maybe you could’ve used Jackson’s help after all.
You put the key into the keyhole, twisted it, and the door opened without a problem. You opened it to see a bed with at least 10 different outfits laying out on it. As you entered, you saw a girl sitting at a desk, straightening your hair. You figured she was your roommate.
“Oh, hello there! I’m so sorry for the mess, oh my.” She immediately put down the straightener and walked over to greet you as you shut the door behind you. She was about the same height as you, very pretty, very energetic.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. By the way, i’m Y/N, i’m a freshman. And you are?” You asked, setting your bags next to your bed against the wall.
“I’m Eva, i’m a Sophomore here. Like i said, i’m so sorry for the mess! I was unpacking, but me and a few other people planned to meet up for lunch later on and i wanted to do my hair. Do you wanna come? One of them is bringing food and we’re all just going to meet up on the campus park.” She asked as she returned to the desk to finish straightening her hair.
“Me? I don’t want to barge in on you and your friends.” You said. The idea of finding a group of friends on the first day sounded great, but you didn’t want to be that person who just invites themselves into a group.
“Oh, dear, that wouldn’t be the case! They’ll love you, i promise.” She turned around and batted her eyes. You could tell by the tone in her voice that she was just trying to be a nice person, something you could appreciate.
“Then, sure, thank you so much.” You smiled and began unpacking your clothes, putting them into the closet and small drawers.
“Great! I’ll call them and tell them to get some extra food. Be ready to jet in 20.” She said and you nodded, walking into the bathroom to touch up your makeup and hair.
20 minutes passed quicker than you expected and before you knew it, you were headed towards the main park with Eva. The temperature had dropped a bit, but it was still comfortable, at least to you.
After a few minutes, Eva pointed out a group of people a few yards away. They were all sitting out on blankets, trays of food laid out from what you could see. There were about four boys and only another girl. You were surprisingly a social person, but situations like these still intimidated you. You could feel your hands turn clamy at the thought of being surrounded by a group of people who you didn’t know, but it was now or never.
Eva picked up her speed, skipping over to a blonde haired boy who had his back turned to her. You eventually caught up to her.
“Guess who?” She teased the boy, putting her hands in front of his face.
“Hm, i wonder who that could be.” The boy played along, reaching behind him to wrap his arms around Eva’s legs, making her fall into his lap. She laughed loudly, attracting the attention of a few people passing by. Once she stopped laughing, she gave the blonde boy a peck on the lips. They were cute and all, but you felt like the odd one out and you were almost tempted to leave as soon as you could. Before you could do so, Eva motioned you to sit between her and a dark haired boy who was too stuck on eating to engage in any conversation with the others. You sat beside him and he gave you warm smile.
Then, your eyes wondered off to the boy across from you in the circle. Your mind went fuzzy and you found yourself unable to look away from him.
He was stunning. He had pretty, dark eyes and a pair of full lips that could be compared to a newly bloomed rose in color. His skin was flawless, you failed at finding an imperfection on it. The only thing that stood out were the little beauty marks that rested on random parts of his face, a few on his neck. He had hair the color of chocolate that was kinda long, but short enough for you to see his eyes. And when you made eye contact with him, that’s when you realized he was staring right back at you. The thing was, his stare was cold as ice. It wasn’t a stare of interest, it was the opposite, which made your stomach uneasy. It was a stare of dislike and it made you feel uncomfortable. You didn’t know how to feel about it, all you knew was something that you were afraid to admit: he was the most beautiful boy you had ever come across and the fact that made it scary was you were fixated on him, but he didn’t return the same look back. Coming back to reality when Eva nudged your arm, your eyes dropped and you felt dizzy. Luckily nobody else noticed besides Eva and that boy that you were lost in a weird trance with. Eva must’ve sensed the same tension you felt, so she spoke up.
“Guys, this is my new roommate, i invited her to have lunch with us. Her name’s Y/N, be nice to her or i’ll kill you.” Eva announced and all of them turned to you and waved. That is, everyone but that one boy. He wasn’t staring at you, instead he was staring back at the orange chicken dish in his hands, eating like nothing had just happened.
Looking over at the others, you made eye contact with Eva’s boyfriend. You recognized him. He was the same handsome boy who asked to help you with your bags. Jackson.
“Hey! I remember you.” He yelled louder than necessary when he caught a good look at you. He politely reached into a plastic bag beside him and pulled out a small container of food. The scent was already filling up your senses.
“Nice to see you again. Eat up, i ordered for you, hope you like it.” He said as he handed you the container. You nodded toward him and thanked him.
“Hi, i’m Youngjae.” The boy next to you said, reaching out to shake your hand which you kindly accepted. It was nice to feel somewhat welcome. He had a sweet face. His dark hair was messy, but pushed back to reveal his brown eyes. He offered some of his own food, but you denied, not wanting to come across as greedy.
“I’m Jinyoung.” The other dark haired boy spoke up. He was sitting next to Youngjae. There was a girl on the other side of Jinyoung, but she was sound asleep, resting her head in Jinyoung’s lap. From what you could tell, she was very gorgeous.
“Her name’s Giselle, but i call her Ellie. She had a long day so far, so she’s resting up, but i’m sure you can meet her sometime later.” He briefly explained, tossing a few chips into his mouth.
And when Jinyoung stopped talking, it was silent. An uncomfortable kind of silent and that’s when you realized the boy across from you didn’t bother to introduce himself. He was still eating, but now he was scrolling through something on his phone. You sighed, taking the negative hint. You opened your food container and began eating, trying to ignore the clear hint that you were unwanted by him. You didn’t know why the thought of him not liking you affected you, but it did.
“Yugyeom…” Jinyoung trailed off, breaking the thick silence. That was his name. Yugyeom.
“Hm?” He responded, not taking his attention off of his phone.
“Are you going to say hi to her?” Jinyoung asked, nodding towards you. Once again, Yugyeom made uncomfortable eye contact with you, but after a split second, his eyes dropped back to his meal. He set his food to the side and stood on his feet. He was very tall, he’d probably tower over you.
“Yeah, i’m gonna get going. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, thanks for the food.” He said and without a word from any of the others, he left. You waited until he was out of sight to finally speak again. Just as you were about to, Jinyoung spoke.
“Don’t take that the wrong way. Yugyeom’s a nice person, i think he just has a lot on his mind.” He assured you in a calm tone. “He’ll warm up to you, don’t worry.”
“No, yeah it’s fine, i understand.” You nodded, trying to act as if you weren’t affected. But you were. You didn’t know why, but you were definitely affected.
“Goddamnit.” Yugyeom mumbled, gripping onto the bathroom counter. For a second he thought he was going to break it, but he didn’t care. He was too engulfed in anger to care about it. He looked at himself in the mirror, disgusted by the person, or thing, that was staring back at him. His eyes had gone a dark red, his pupils jet black. Tiny, red veins were pulsing under the skin below his bottom eyelid. His fangs were visible, digging into his bottom lip, drawing tiny beads of blood. He looked terrifying. He looked like the monster he was.
“This can’t be happening, it can’t be. That can’t be her…” He told himself, his voice ringing throughout the empty house. But, he knew he was lying to himself. It was happening and the more the vision of your innocent face clouded his head, he knew it was happening.
“God, what am i saying? Of course that’s her. I know it’s her.” He cried out, leaning against the counter with his elbows and burying his face into his hands. Hot tears streamed down his face, falling onto the marble counter below him.
“She was beautiful, more damn beautiful than i could have ever imagined.” He murmured, gripping at his hair, his dark red veins popping out of his arms.
“But, no, Yugyeom…” He glanced back at his reflection, infuriated.
“She’d be terrified of you as she should be. You’re a monster, you’ll only hurt her, Yugyeom.” He continued yelling at himself and out of anger he punched the mirror with full strength, shattering it into a dozen pieces. A few of the tiny shards were stuck in his hand, but he didn’t care. Blood trickled down his cold arm, dripping onto his jeans, drying to a black color, but he was no longer angry now. He was filled with sadness and pain.
He collapsed to the cold, tile ground, burying his face into his bloody palms once again. He cried loudly, yelling and sobbing, but nobody was home, nobody heard him.
The following day, Yugyeom wasn’t seen by anyone.
Note: Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, comments are much appreciated! I’m sorry if this chapter was kinda boring, but it was mainly introduction. I promise the next chapters will be eventful! I will also try to update at the least once a week. Thank you, much love.
All credit goes to: Anna Green, Kam for doing the Polaroids, and the people who made the pictures or took them. Give credit if you plan to use. Thank you.
How can you expect me to love you if I can’t believe it myself? Lies are what keep me going, tearing me apart silently from the inside without my knowledge. Not denying that we didn’t have anything, we had something.
I need help finding out who I am, not who I think I am.
I can’t keep pretending that everything’s okay. One day I feel useless and the next completely right. Pouring my thoughts into words, keeping you by my side.
Is this love? What they call love?
I don’t know what I’m feeling, but I don’t want to. I can keep these things inside, if I try. But it all seems to happen naturally, the way we are.
How I…love you?
I see you in my dreams, images that stir old memories. When I reach out towards you, your body disappears. You tell me secrets that no one else will hear. For me to keep and you to cherish.
Sometimes the lights, the noise, the girls, the sound, everything gets too much. And when I turn to you, you aren’t there. There’s another person there, staring at me like I’m someone.
The reflection that they wish they could see themselves.
The lie that is woven carefully, perfectly, measurably through something I’m not, but through you.
And if it’s not you, then why am I still here? Still here when it’s pouring down rain, still here when we’re touring Europe together, still here when you’re in that hotel whimpering my name in your sleep and reaching out to where I should be, wrapped into your warmth and embrace, knowing that I’m not there?
Because if it’s love, then why are you leaving, hiding, wandering away from me?
The only hope you have.
The only truth you have.
The only one who will understand you.
The only one who will love you.
Of course we can circle each other until one of us admits defeat. Of course I can tell you I won’t kiss you.
But why should we let a good thing go to waste?
“Because everything I feel is amplified with you.”
I think this is the shortest chapter I have. I know Bouns Day will be really long. Anyway, I had to use the little I remember from Astronomy for this chapter, so I hope you enjoy. Sunlight/Starlight
“How is it
that we keep losing a 5 foot 8’ Cuban boyfriend?” Keith asked out loud as he
and Shiro walked down a hallway. Lance had disappeared again, for the 5th
time this week. They didn’t say anything at first, maybe he was with Hunk or
Pidge or maybe he needed time to himself. But when it kept happening and they
couldn’t find him with Hunk, Pidge or even Coran, they got concerned.
know, but we seem to be doing it with frightening accuracy.” The two reached one
room and looked inside, not really expecting much. But there he was, Lance was
sitting in the room, facing the wall length window. The whole room was dark but
they could still make out Lance’s hunched body in the starlight. The two dark
haired Paladins looked at each other. Lance was being uncharacteristically
quite, even for being by himself. Shiro approached him first and kneeled next
to him, “hey Lance.”
looked away, his distant eyes focusing on Shiro. “Hi. Uh hey.”
looking for you. Are you ok?”
wouldn’t I be?”
being quite, even for you.” Keith said from above him, causing Lance to lean
back to look up at him.
nothing.” Keith narrowed his eyes and Lance flinched before looking at the
window again. He pulled his legs tighter to him, trying to hide his mouth in
his knees. “Well, there is something. It’s really stupid anyway, but… my eldest
brother and I would go stargazing at the beginning and end of summer every
year. According at Pidge, we’re coming up on that time. This is actually the
first time I won’t be there. Somehow we never missed a single session, but
Sometimes I wish we were sitting on your couch again….
with that warm cup of coffee in my hands.
and your head on my shoulder.
under a blanket, watching your favorite movie.
while we could hear the rain tap upon your window.
And we sat wrapped in each other’s arms…
Where I was afraid to say I love you, and you had a hard time saying I love you.
but we knew we were both thinking it. We felt it.
One year later…
I’m sitting here watching your favorite movie.
Our friends tell me you’re out with your new girlfriend.
I’m under a blanket holding a bottle instead of that coffee.
…Even though you’re far away. Even though you’re not around anymore.
I still love you.