i wish there would have been closer

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 12/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Sensitive themes, depression, ptsd, panic attack

A/N: Welcome to the last part!! : ) thankyou all for sticking around and reading.

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A month had passed since the tragedy. 

A month without any news of Eddie’s awakening. 

A month without a single visit from someone other than Beverly.

A month without happiness

A month without love.

A month without Eddie.

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frustrating — peter parker

prompt: you and peter both have immense crushes on each other, but say nothing, because best friends aren’t supposed to think about kissing each other

warnings: language and fluff. plus this is super long rip

notes: prompts like this fuck me UP man like I am a sucker for cliché tropes done correctly and in a way that isn’t sexist or toxic. hope you enjoy requests are open! i’m thinking of making a sequel to this bc it’s super cute and I have so much more I want to happen, but y’all can decide if that happens or not :)

Though he hasn’t known you for that long, Peter can’t help but admire you and the person you were constantly. He finds himself thinking about it when his eyes glaze over the room, searching for you landing on you, and he can’t help the corners of his lips tugging up into the softest, most appreciative smile you’ve never seen.

He doesn’t know how, out of the two years you’ve been best friends, you hadn’t notice his wandering gaze and his staring, but he’s glad you don’t catch it. He’s sure that you’d find nothing of it, mainly because that’s just the person you were, but still. There are times when he’d wish you’d notice his eyes poring over your entire being and you’d actually say something to give him an idea of how you feel about him. He doesn’t actually expect you to of course, because by nature you were quite awkward and would never say something that you thought would embarrass you, nor would you ever actually tell him if you liked him. It’s not like he would either.

And it’s not like he thought you would ever like him in the first place.

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PLOT SUMMARY: a multichapter imagine fic where the reader is dustin’s older siblings. follows along directly with the events of season 2. she’s friends with nancy, and drama ensues. over the course of the fic we see how the reader reacts to new challenges and a new romantic interest.  ( inspired by two other imagines that i literally can’t find for the life of me. )

CHAPTER SUMMARY: reader is in the dark about a lot, and suddenly.. she’s forced to see the truth at the side of her brother…..and steve.

PAIRING: SLOWBURN Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Swearing and Spoilers



You spent another day not talking to or seeing Nancy, or Johnathan either for that matter. They had been completely off the radar. You tried calling the Wheelers, and Mrs. Wheeler said that Nancy was over at Ally’s which – you knew wasn’t true ( because you had literally gone out of your way to call Ally ). And on top of that, you couldn’t check in on Johnathan because the Byers just never answer their phone anymore. You had gotten to the level of desperation of asking Dustin if he could get into contact with Mike or Will but  - he didn’t seem to have any luck either. You had even considered calling Steve to ask if he knew where Nancy was but. After their breakup you didn’t want to even mention her around him in risk of making him crumble. And besides, you and him had talked on the phone for like an hour, last night. Call him again you might reek a little a desperation.

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Special Delivery (S)

Pairing: Reader x Suga
Words: 4400
Genre: Smut

(Y/N) was just a regular girl, working in a restaurant and delivering food until someone started to place special orders.  

Originally posted by everydaysatanist

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picture day 🌼 peter parker

requested: anon

tagged: @ttholland>@clubparker@spideysensesparker @t-oodles

summary: you decide to wear one of peter’s shirts for picture day, causing nothing but cute fluff between you and you’re beautiful boyfriend.

warnings: LOTS of fluff, you know what it isssss :’)

“Why don’t I have at least one cute thing in my closet?” you whined in annoyance after throwing another piece of clothing on the ground. Picture day was by far your least favorite day of the year, and that’s exactly what today was. The struggle of your hair not being frizzy, to finding the perfect outfit - it was the worst day, a day that should not exist. Every year you had a horrible picture that was plastered in the yearbook forever, making you a lot more insecure about your appearance than you were before. You were far from photogenic. It didn’t help that your mom felt obligated to buy the picture every single year and framing them in the living room as if it were some masterpiece.

Eyes scanning your closet, nearly losing all hope and thinking why don’t i just say i’m sick and skip school, you land on the perfect shirt. You borrowed your boyfriend Peter’s clothes often, loving the sweet scent they had, hardly ever feeling lonely when wearing them. You had at least 4 of his sweatshirts and t-shirts, all of them stolen which led to you getting texts saying: ‘babe did u take my red hoodie????? I can’t find it.’

His red flannel was by far your favorite. It was the first article of clothing that you ever borrowed of his, being very special to you - you stole it. He literally doesn’t know why half his damn wardrobe is missing. Such a clueless, sweet boy.

“Perfect.” You smiled, holding the article of clothing to your chest, taking in the scent of your boyfriend, and put on the flannel, not even thinking that Peter would notice. It won’t make a difference, you thought.


“Oh, my god, i look horrible.” you exclaim, holding your new ID card that had your picture displayed on it, walking out of the cafeteria where picture day took place. It was by far the worst picture you have ever taken. Your hair gotten frizzy due to the gloomy weather, eyebrows looked wonky, and you absolutely hated the way your smile looked.  I swear the flannel was going to help. It definitely did not help.  Why is my life so messy, like my hair.

“You look fine, dude. Don’t worry.” Your friend assures you. The only thing you were worried about was Peter seeing how awful you looked. Not that he’d break up with you or anything, because homeboy was way too in love with you, but it was embarrassing and you just wanted to delete the photo from your memories and the world.  “I can’t let Peter see this. Never. I look so gross.” You say running your hand through your hair, wishing the photo would burn into a million pieces as you and your friend walk the nearly empty halls.

“Have fun stopping him from doing so,” you turned around to see Peter walking towards you with a sweet smile on his face. It was mid afternoon, and the poor boy hadn’t seen his favorite person all morning. He was especially excited to see your new ID photo. Your friend slowly and awkwardly walks away, muttering something about having to go wash their cat. Bitch, you’re allergic to cats. 

You mentally throw your shoe at her before walking closer to your boyfriend, very nervous.

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One moment of hesitation was all it took. One second he had felt like it was James hovering above him playing stupid games as he does, only one second of hesitation and he had felt the air leave his lungs as his own hand choked it out of him. He should have strangled him, he shouldn’t have listened to him but how could he have denied the effect James always had on him? Harry looked so much like the boy Peter trusted and loved when he was a kid. He still did love James even though no one would believe him, he did, but what was he supposed to do? As he struggled under the grasp of his own hand, Harry and Ron had tried to free him but there was nothing they could do, he had brought this on himself.

Peter no longer saw Harry trying to pull away the betraying hand away but he was looking into the abyss now. He didn’t know where he was, maybe somehow he survived, oh how he wished he had survived. He was a Gryffindor but he had never been able to conquer his fear of death, it was always there in the back of his mind telling him he needed to survive and do whatever it takes to do so. It was there when he broke James’ trust, it was there when he left Sirius to die, it had always been there.

Peter looked at his hands, his missing finger was where it belonged, his arm was now back in place fully intact and his. He pushed himself up slowly to look around where he was and wished he hadn’t. He tried to run but it was like he was in an invisible cage. Was this a nightmare? Was this what hell looked like? All four of them standing side by side, as James tried to hold Sirius back, Lily stared at him with her hand on the shoulder of the tall handsome boy Peter recognised from the graveyard, the spare, Cedric. Somehow the hell he had heard from all the people when he was younger sounded better, he would have taken flames instead of the disgust on Sirius’ face, the fear in Cedric’s eyes, the disappointment in Lily’s expression and the emptiness in James’ stare. He would have cut his own arm off just to get away from wherever he was.

Everyone was staring at them. So many people had died in this war and all of them were staring at Peter but they had better things to do so they turned around to continue whatever they were doing before Peter arrived. He saw piercing blue eyes and disgust on Dumbledore’s face clearly before he returned to his old friends.

“I-I never m-meant for any of y-you to d-die,” muttered Peter, he was quite sure he was the only one who could hear. “I was– I was afraid and–”

“We all saw you Wo-Peter,” said James softly. “Your hands didn’t even shake as you killed Cedric. You didn’t even hesitate.”

“Where did we go wrong, Pete?” asked Lily her eyes shining with tears. “What did we ever do to you to deserve what we got?”

That was the thing. Peter was telling the truth, he never wanted any of them to die. He only wanted to survive. He was afraid of dying, it wasn’t the Dark Lord he was afraid of, it was the power he held over Peter and his Lord was the one who killed him in the end. 

“We would have died for you,” said Sirius. He looked much younger than the last time Peter saw him, much more alive than he was the night Peter betrayed him one more time. “We would have done anything for you but you decided that you had to take it into your own hands. We thought you cared for us the same way we cared for you.”

“I do, I did,” stuttered Peter in response, looking at his hands in desperation. “I never did any of these things because I hated you. I just– I wanted to be brave like you but I was terrified–”

“That’s all you say Peter,” interrupted Sirius. “Don’t you think we were all scared?”

“You decided not to be the Secret Keeper because you were afraid but I–”

“DON’T YOU DARE BLAME THIS ON ME!” roared Sirius as he launched himself to Peter. James knowing his brother like he does held him by the collar and calmed him down with words Peter couldn’t hear. Sirius was burning his skin the way he looked at him. “Don’t you dare blame this on me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t do it Wormtail?” asked James making Peter flinch at the mention of his nickname. “You know I wouldn’t have forced you to do it.”

“I wanted to be b-brave like y-you lads.”

“When did we ever make you feel like you weren’t enough? You were brave enough, you didn’t have to take on a responsibility that you thought you couldn’t handle.”

“I don’t–”

“When did I made you feel like handing me and my family over to our murderer would be the solution?”

“You n-never–”

“What was it that I ever did to you that made it alright for you to bring your Dark Lord back from the fucking dead Peter? WHAT WAS IT?”

“I d-don’t– I’m not–”

Everyone was just staring at Peter and letting James talk, he was seemingly the calmest in all of them. His anger had always been silent. Peter had seen him get this angry once in 5th year and once during an Order mission. His anger was the worst out of all the Marauders and Peter never in his life thought it would be directed at him. 

“Peter I swear if Harry turns up in this wretched place I will make sure I end up in the same hell as you just to watch you burn.”

War changes people. It had changed Peter, too but James Potter, the boy he never thought was capable of feeling hate towards someone other than Slytherins was planning to watch Peter suffer. 

“P-prongs, ple–”

“How dare you call him that?” yelled Lily. “You think just because you are dead, everything is forgotten? You are not their friend anymore Peter, you are just a filthy Death Eater who wasn’t even worthy of getting the stupid Dark Mark. Good job proving everyone at Hogwarts right.”


What, James?” she shot back. “Everyone knew he was the different one in your little group. He proved them completely right because of his fragile ego, just because he couldn’t be like you–”

“Lily, enough.”

“I can’t even look at him, I’ll be over there if you need anything.”

Lily left with one last pitying look at Peter and Cedric looked around in hesitation trying to figure out if he should leave, too but he looked determined to stay. 

“I have one question Peter,” began Sirius with the calmness of a madman. “Why didn’t you let us turn you in that night? This could have ended a long time ago.”

“They would have k-killed me.”

“Well, you are a murderer.”

“I’m not– I was AFRAID!” shouted Peter out of the frustration he was feeling in his gut.

“So you acted on rat instinct?” questioned Sirius. Peter knew he was going to get somewhere from this.

“I- I just wanted to live–”

“So the reason you made me think Remus was the mole when it was actually you,” he sighed, his perfect eyebrow arched like a bow ready to throw it’s arrow and Peter knew he was going to hit bullseye. “It was all instinctive and not at all a plan?”

Peter didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know how to defend himself. Not that he needed to anymore, Sirius couldn’t hurt him but still, he wanted his friends to see they would have done the same as him. However, he wasn’t sure anymore. He wasn’t so sure that they would have chosen the easy way out like he did but he had to live, he had to survive no matter what it cost him. 

“You have always been a shit liar, Peter,” said Sirius and came closer to where Peter was standing in his glass chamber. “You took everything I had, EVERYTHING! I trusted you, you bloody rat. I trusted you with my secrets, I trusted you with my brother’s life. I wish we had never met you.”

Peter gasped in shock, it was such a simple sentence but it inflicted so many wounds. Never meeting the Marauders would mean losing the best 7 years of Peter’s life. 

“You let Remus have his transformations alone,” he spat. Sirius was never good at controlling his anger. “You let him rot on forest floors. You let him suffer for 12 years. Twelve fucking years, you let me stay in that– that place. You killed all of us without getting blood on your hands.”

Sirius walked away from Peter trying to steady his shaky breath. He was right, Peter had done all of the things he had said but Sirius never stopped to ask why he did what he did, if there was anything Peter could have said but then again, Peter understood that there was no explanation for what he did. 

As he was looking around, Cedric walked closer to him. Peter would have died another time if it meant not getting confronted by the golden boy because he didn’t have anything to say but he gathered what was left of his pride to piss him off enough so that he would leave Peter alone. He wasn’t ready to face that mistake.

“I-” started Cedric, he looked like he couldn’t find the right words. “How did you do it?”

“How did I do what?”

“Killed the spare.

“You were never meant to be in the graveyard.”

“So it’s my fault you murdered me?” asked Cedric taking his chance to talk with him in private as James was talking to Sirius. “He called me a spare and you didn’t even think twice. How on earth was a supposed to know it was a Portkey to my death?”

“I think–” began Peter and he took in a deep breath as he ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t want to do it but the Dark Lord–”

“You weren’t under an Imperius Charm.”

“It wouldn’t have made a difference he would have killed me,” replied Peter as if that was the only logical explanation. “It was either you or me–”

“He was a bag of bones!” exclaimed Cedric. “He was nothing but a bag of bones and you were such a coward, you couldn’t even disobey that thing.”

“You don’t understand,” replied Peter with as much calm as he can muster. “His followers would have found me, I had to do it.”

“So you thought murdering a 17 year old kid can be justified because it was him or you?” demanded James as he pulled Cedric a little bit by his arm. “He was seventeen Peter. You hid from everyone else for 13 years, couldn’t you have hidden from them?”

No one talked for a while after that, Cedric went to join Lily as she watched over Harry. Sirius was walking up and down and James was just standing in front of Peter.

“We were twenty-one, Wormtail.”

“I know. I was, too,” whispered Peter in reply. “You have to understand James. I was young and afraid, and you know I never was the brightest–”

“But you were! You were smart and brave Peter.”

“Not like you,” he replied softly, feeling like he was back in the Hogwarts Express talking about their OWLs with the Marauders and James had reacted exactly like he did now. However this time he only shook his head.

“I didn’t deserve your betrayal, did I?”

“No,” mumbled Peter. “None of you did.”

“Then why?”

“I honestly didn’t think where this would go when I said I would be your Secret Keeper. You must understand that you trusting me with something like that was such an honour for me but in the back of my mind it was also a way out. I was always so terrified of dying in this stupid war.”

“We were all threatened,” reminded James staring into Peter’s soul. “I was marked for death Peter. You could have said you can’t do this and that you wanted protection and no one would have judged you. I always told you, you didn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to do.”

“But what would you guys have said if I left to go into hiding?”

“Nothing,” he replied. “We would have said nothing. We would have understood. I thought our friendship, our brotherhood was stronger than judging and plotting.”

“When he first found me I thought I was going to die but he saw right through me. I am not as strong as you are, I have never been. He knew how to manipulate me and I let him. It’s the rat in me like Pad–Sirius said. I could have told you but I was so scared and when you gave me that opportunity with your own hands, I was way too deep in to get out.”

“If you had a chance would you change what happened?”

“I would try to but I don’t trust myself.”

“I wish I could say I trusted you Peter,” confessed James. “I wish I could say with certainty that you would change what happened. I feel like you would only do it because you are dead now.”

“I- I understand that and I’m sorry.”

“Are you really?”

“I am Jamie,” began Peter, it was a hard thing to explain when you have betrayed someone as badly as Peter did with the Marauders. “I loved all of you but I just couldn’t bring myself to see that the consequences of the choices I make would be this severe. All I could think of was I needed to get out alive and I don’t know why I wanted to survive so much, I just did. I regret most of the things I did, I do. I would have given everything to be stronger than I was but that’s just who I was. You were the prince of the forest and I was a rat. I will never be as loyal as Sirius is or as protective as Remus is. I’m me, I’m Peter Pettigrew and I am what I am but I’m sorry for everything not that it would change much.”

“No, it doesn’t,” sighed James. “But I guess you saying you regret the things you did saves you from us.”

Peter felt a pull and James started getting further and further away. Sirius and Lily didn’t even turn around but Cedric gave him one last look before turning away.

“Goodbye Peter, I hope I never see you again,” were the last words Peter heard from James Potter. 

Chapter 1: You’re going to wish we’d never been matched // Shawn Mendes


Warning: there is slight violence towards the end so if it makes you uncomfortable just skip the last paragraph (she just gets knocked out so you’re not missing much)

rECAP: For those last 6 minutes before my timer reached zero, I allowed my self to dream that I had been matched with the perfect guy. Someone who would complete me and know how to make me happy. I had never expected that person to be Shawn Mendes. Resident bad boy who couldn’t care less about anyone else besides himself, let alone a soulmate. Surely they had made a mistake. 

I knew I only had seconds before I would meet him. My whole stomach felt alive with butterflies and I clutch my shaking fingers tighter around my text books as I walk down the corridor. He’s here. Somewhere in this building, there’s someone perfect for me. I don’t look at the timer, my eyes avoiding the green numbers ticking away and instead look out the glass walls at the tall skyscrapers that surround our modernistic 4 story school.

There had been too many questions running through my head as I sat in my period 3 Math class. I felt suffocated, Mr Johnston’s monotone voice doing nothing to help the pounding of my heart and my sweating palms. I had asked to go to sickbay, my stomach twisting when I realized I had 6 minutes to go.

He couldn’t have been someone who went to my school, could he? I had been attending this prestigious school in the middle of the city for my whole educational life. If he went here, I would have met him already.

I take a risk, checking the numbers that now stare up at me reading 45 seconds. I take a deep breath, doing my best to calm myself before I start hyperventilating. I just needed to distract myself from my toxic thoughts.

The glass 2 feet ahead of me smashes and I scream, raising my arms to shield my face from the glass flying out at me. A figure clad in black crouches amongst the broken shards, and my eyes widen, flicking to check the time. 9 seconds.

He rises slowly, his tall frame and muscular build creating an intimidating appearance. He winces, checking his palm and I can’t move, staring as he rips out a shard of glass from his hand. The glass clangs to the ground, droplets of blood dripping off it and I take a sharp intake of breath.

It catches his attention and that’s when his eyes meet mine. My forearm burns, the prickling feeling intensifying and I drag my gaze off his dark hazel eyes to see my timer fading. Four zero’s stare up at me and the familiar green numbers that I had lived with my whole life disappear until there was nothing but skin.

I look back up at him. This was my soulmate. I felt like I was going to be sick. Instead I swallow the lump in my throat and straighten my posture. 

“How’d you even get in here? Its the third floor.” I blurt out before I can think about it. He doesn’t say anything, his alluring eyes pulling me in and I so badly wish he would remove the black cloth covering the rest of his face so I knew what he looked like. He chuckles.

“’Cos I could.” His words have a slight accent and I drink in every word he says.

“You go around busting into school’s for a living?” My eyes running over his figure. His dark skinny jeans hugged his long legs and the white symbol on his black hoodie flashed when the sun caught it. It cover’s his upper body and his hair, only a few brown curls peeking out. Other then that all I could see was his brown iris’s.  

“Always fun to cause a little trouble.” He winks at me, his voice muffled under the cloth. He steps over the glass on the floor and begins to walk down the hallway, away from me.

“Hey!” I call, rushing to catch up with him, ignoring my conscious telling me it was a bad idea to follow the man who broke into my school. The man who was my match. 

“What do you want?” he growls at me, turning his head slightly to look at me out of the corner of his eye.

“We’re soulmates.” I breathe, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

He snorts, never slowing his pace.

“So you’re mine, huh?”

“Don’t you want to get to know me? If we’re going to be spending the rest of our life toget-”

“And that’s where I’m going to have to stop you.” He cuts me off, stopping to face me. I frown at him, biting my lip as I feel my stomach dip.

“I don’t want a soulmate. I never have and I never will. I don’t want to get to know you nor do I want to spend the rest of my life with you, okay?” He glares at me and I dig my nails into the palm of my hand to distract myself from crying in front of him. God forbid that to happen.

“Why not?” I snap, digging into the anger I felt.

“I don’t have to explain my self to you.” He seems unaffected by my frustration.

I open my mouth, about to talk when another voice cuts me off.

“Mendes, you coming? We got some things to break before these snobby douche’s realise we’re in the building.” Another man dressed exactly like my soulmate appears from around the corner.

“Just sorting out a witness, Jeremy.” My soulmate reply’s, sounding like it was the most tedious thing he’d ever done.

Jeremy’s gaze locks on me.

“Well what a pretty thing you are.” He says to me, flashing a pearly smile in my direction.

I keep my mouth shut, recognizing the symbol, that was in fact just one word, my soulmate was wearing on his jacket. It read libertas, which was Latin for freedom. Also the trademark sign for the rebellion growing on the west side of the city. 

Their goal was to stop the amount of control the Government Officials had over our lives and most importantly, destroy the soulmate program. They saw it as a useless waste of technology and just another way for the Officials to manipulate the way we live.

I try to back away from them, fear creeping up my spine.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jeremy chuckles, the once almost friendly demeanor gone.

“None of your goddamn business.” I growl back, my heartbeat racing and my brain screaming at me to shut up.

“Mendes, take care of her attitude would you? I pity the match who has to deal with her feisty ass.” With that, he saunters off, leaving me alone with my soulmate.

“You really didn’t know who you were talking to, did you?” ‘Mendes’ asks me, turning his attention back to me.

“Like I give a damn.” I reply, my temper rising. He moves so fast that I don’t even process what he’s done until my back is against the wall and his hand is around my neck, my books falling to the floor.

“Don’t test me, princess. You may think you’re all high and mighty now but you have no idea who you’re talking to and what the libertas can do.” His eyes darken and I scratch at his grip to loosen as black dots flash across my vision.

“I don’t care if you’re my soulmate, next time you speak to Jeremy or myself like that, lets just say you’re going to get what’s coming for you.” I glare at him as he lets his arm fall, my chest heaving as I try to get air into my deprived lungs.

“Asshole.” I spit, my rage consuming any reasonable part of my body.

His head snaps to look at me, his eyes curiously analyzing me. He grabs my wrists, slamming them back against the wall and he leans closer until the cloth covering his face brushes my neck. 

“Just for that comment, I’m going to come back for you, but not for the reason’s you want. You may be deemed as my other half but you sure have plenty of other uses.” His eyes trail down my body, his gaze fixed on my chest. My face is stuck in a permanent scowl.

“You wouldn’t.” I try my best to sound strong but my voice is raspy after the hold he had on my neck.

“You don’t know what I’m capable of.” I’m sure that if he wasn’t wearing a mask his lips would have been curled up in a smirk. I fidget in his grip as he presses closer to me, stopping my movements.

“You’re going to wish we’d never been matched.” he purrs in my ear and I fight against him, trying to free myself.

“I already do.” I rasp, watching as amusement flickers across his eyes.

He raises his hand, shoving my head back against the wall hard. It all went dark.

Originally posted by kdrauhl

“resilience ― you are the person who survived a bunch of rainstorms and kept walking.”

hi taylor!! it’s sophie, I just wanted to tell you how much I love you, because I don’t think you know. I don’t think you could ever know just how important you are to me, but I’ll try to explain.

let’s rewind to 2008 when I first discover you, I hear love story on the radio and immediately fall in love with the girl with the angelic voice. I go home and go on youtube and listen to all your music and fall in love with your words and your kindness. growing up, you were always there for me. I struggle with a severe anxiety disorder that makes life really difficult for me (I’m learning to control it though, and I managed to conquer my fear of crowds to see you on the 1989 tour at hyde park!) and you’ve always been there at my worst moments to help pick me back up again. whenever I was feeling really anxious or had a panic attack, I would put in my headphones and my best friend would be there. in high school I had a really hard time and you were always there through the heartbreaks, the countless nights I lay awake wishing I was ‘normal’ and could cope with things everyone else seemed to find easy, when I struggled with some really toxic friendships that made me feel like I was worth nothing, I would blast mean and hold my head high, because taylor swift had my back and that meant everything.

and here we are now, when I love you more than ever and our interactions on instagram and tumblr have made me feel closer to you than I ever have before, but I also need you more than I ever have before. this year has been incredibly difficult for me. I let somebody back into my life who’s intentions with me were not at all what I thought they were and it really hurt me and I’m still trying to piece myself back together from that. but you gave me the strength to walk away from that situation and reprioritise myself and my mental health and I cannot thank you enough for that. but the hardest part of this year has been losing two of the most important people in the world to me in a very short amount of time. my nan and grandad truly meant everything to me and losing them is the hardest thing I have ever and will ever have to go through. I’m still really struggling. I still have really bad days. but I know that you’re there for me, always. whether it be through your music, watching your interviews on youtube or coming on tumblr and interacting with you, I know you’ll always be there for me. I want you to know that I always have your back, just like I know you always have mine.

I’m planning on getting my ‘nothing safe is worth the drive’ tattoo very soon, because those lyrics get me through pretty much everything. you and your words mean more than you know.

I hope I can meet you soon and hug you and tell you all of this in person. I’m so proud of you every day, and I know you’re proud of me too. I love you endlessly @taylorswift

Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 1]

Originally posted by dimblethum

Series Genre: AU/Angst/Smut


A quarter century had passed since your birth and here you stand. Your emerald evening gown is pulled up, helping you to move quickly into an empty room somewhere in the plaza. The sounds of the string quartet your parents hired to play at your birthday party are muffled as he shut the door behind you.

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BTS Reaction to GF Being in Critical Condition

Request: Getzjinxed ⇒ Could I ask for a BTS reaction to their girlfriend being in critical condition at the hospital because of an car crash and there’s a posibility she won’t wake up from the coma?

Note: REVAMPED. (A couple more reactions until my masterlists are up *screams happily into oblivion*) *Credit to gif owners*

Jin The moment Jin heard about you being in a car accident, he hurried to the hospital to see you. He was hoping it’d be just a few scratches, but when they told him you were in a coma that you may not be likely to get out of, it felt like everything around him stopped. “I want to see her,” He’d tell the nurses, and when they took him to see you, he’d be speechless. A tear would fall down his cheek while he stared at your lifeless form, “how could this happen?”

Originally posted by eatjin

Suga He went to see you in the hospital and couldn’t believe his ears. He was relatively calm for a while, until he saw Taehyung crying; Yoongi’s walls were destroyed. Jungkook would try to calm him down but Yoongi couldn’t take the pain of losing you. He’d scream out from emotional pain, wailing and throwing things out of anger. The boys would tell him to calm down, but he would have none of it. “You guys don’t fucking understand,” he’d say, smacking Jungkook’s hands away from him. “I love her with everything I have.”

Originally posted by lethargicmin

J-Hope Hoseok’s world darkened when he heard the news, he ran to the hospital looking for your room and when he found you; his heart shattered. “(Y/N)..“ he walked closer to your body that was plugged into many machines. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t even cry. He was too shocked for words, and when he grabbed your hand to feel it insanely cold; he wished and prayed for anything that it could’ve been him on that bed and not you.

Originally posted by jeonbase

RapMonster ➳ Namjoon got the phone call and rushed to the hospital, standing outside your room. Before he reached for the doorknob, he heard one of the boy’s crying inside your room, and he couldn’t take it. He ran away, running to who knows where. He didn’t want to believe it, he saw you earlier that day giving him small kisses and bright smiles. He yelled to the sky, praying that you’d make it through this alive. He needed a miracle.

Originally posted by jenorise

Jimin ➳ ”-might not live..“ Jimin’s phone fell out of his hand and he wished it were a dream. He drove to the hospital, speeding and when he finally got there—he wished he hadn’t. Seeing your lifeless form on the bed with multiple bandages broke him. He’d grab a chair and slide it towards your bed, grabbing your hand and kissing it. He’d start apologizing to you as if that would make you wake up, and when your hand fell out of his and the machines started blaring, he’d feel like apart of him would die along with you when the doctors took him away. “No..” his bangs covered his eyes while he bit his lip, tears falling down his cheeks as he clenched his fists. “Don’t go..”

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

V ➳ The moment he saw you in the bed, Taehyung would start sobbing right then and there. “I-is that really her?” When they just stared at him in remorse, he ran out of the hospital, ignoring the yells trying to tell him to stop. He ran in the rain, eventually slipping and crying as hard as he could; too weak to get up. The rain would hit him like a million bullets, and when it soon stopped; he stared at the sky as if he were dead. How was he supposed to live on without his light being there to guide him? “I can’t let her go alone..”

Originally posted by kths

Jungkook ➳ Jungkook stood there with wide eyes, staring at your beaten up form. He rubbed them to make sure if what he was actually seeing was real, and he looked to the doctor for answers. “She’s in a coma, I don’t think she’ll live..” Jungkook’s bottom lip began to tremble, and tears were clouding his vision. “N-no..” he walked closer, grabbing your hand. “Doesn’t that just happen in movies?” He’d whimper, tears starting to fall like rain. “(Y/N), wake up, I promise I’ll treasure you t-this time!” He’d start to scream and cry louder, making a ruckus before Jin and Yoongi would come in and take him away.

Originally posted by kths


I always imagine that if we’d loved each other more gently it would have worked,“ she said. “We wouldn’t have hurt each other so much that it became impossible to come back. Our love was rushed, we knew there was an expiration date to “us”. As that date got closer and closer we took all the love we had for each other and used it as a defense mechanism and it turned into hate. The damage had been done and now matter how much I miss you now, I know there is no way to go back to how things were back then, no matter how much I wish we could.
—  from me to you

request: “oh, okay! that’s fine, how about a remus x female!reader imagine where he tells her that he’s a werewolf and expects her to be terrified of him and never talk to him again, but instead she’s amazed at how he’s been able to survive and continue on living his life even through the rough nights then sirius and james overhear and are like "you’ve got a good one, mate, don’t let her go.” or something like that. thank you!“ — by @miathefangirlwriter

a/n: i adore remus lupin so much and i love this request so much as well! i hope you like this. x


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la douleur exquise (9)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

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“Good morning Jay,” I said, trying my best to hold in my yawn as I made my way into the office.

“Not so good morning for you,” she replies, eyeing me as I sat down at my desk. “Did you even sleep at all last night?” she questions. 

I reply wordlessly by shaking my head. 

“I couldn’t,” I answer back. 

I have been agitated since last night after Baekhyun. His words still ringing in my head. 

The drawer… Sehun’s desk…

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hi taylor!! it’s sophie, I just wanted to tell you how much I love you, because I don’t think you know. I don’t think you could ever know just how important you are to me, but I’ll try to explain.
let’s rewind to 2008 when I first discover you, I hear love story on the radio and immediately fall in love with the girl with the angelic voice. I go home and go on youtube and listen to all your music and fall in love with your words and your kindness. growing up, you were always there for me. I struggle with a severe anxiety disorder that makes life really difficult for me (I’m learning to control it though, and I managed to conquer my fear of crowds to see you on the 1989 tour at hyde park!) and you’ve always been there at my worst moments to help pick me back up again. whenever I was feeling really anxious or had a panic attack, I would put in my headphones and my best friend would be there. in high school I had a really hard time and you were always there through the heartbreaks, the countless nights I lay awake wishing I was ‘normal’ and could cope with things everyone else seemed to find easy, when I struggled with some really toxic friendships that made me feel like I was worth nothing, I would blast mean and hold my head high, because taylor swift had my back and that meant everything.
and here we are now, when I love you more than ever and our interactions on instagram and tumblr have made me feel closer to you than I ever have before, but I also need you more than I ever have before. this year has been incredibly difficult for me. I let somebody back into my life who’s intentions with me were not at all what I thought they were and it really hurt me and I’m still trying to piece myself back together from that. but you gave me the strength to walk away from that situation and reprioritise myself and my mental health and I cannot thank you enough for that. but the hardest part of this year has been losing two of the most important people in the world to me in a very short amount of time. my nan and grandad truly meant everything to me and losing them is the hardest thing I have ever and will ever have to go through. I’m still really struggling. I still have really bad days. but I know that you’re there for me, always. whether it be through your music, watching your interviews on youtube or coming on tumblr and interacting with you, I know you’ll always be there for me. I want you to know that I always have your back, just like I know you always have mine.
I hope I can meet you soon and hug you and tell you all of this in person. I’d love for you to write out my ‘nothing safe is worth the drive’ tattoo too because those lyrics get me through pretty much everything. I’m so proud of you every day, and I know you’re proud of me too. I love you endlessly

Trained To Fight - Derek Hale Imagine

Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf!Reader.


Originally posted by expressivedolphin

“Stop. You’re doing it wrong.” Derek told you, lifting your arm with his foot.

You groan and sit up, swiping the sweat off of your forehead. “I’ve been doing it wrong for an hour, Derek. Let me move on.”

He squats down to your height. “You’ll move on when you stop doing it wrong. Now start again.”

You sigh and lay back on your stomach, pushing yourself up on your arms.

You were a newbie to the whole supernatural world but Scott had told you that you were doing better than he did. You were bitten by Liam. It happened right after Scott had bitten him and he’s apologized profusely since. Derek has been training you and Liam at separate times. He’s especially rough on you and it gets hard to cope with sometimes.

“Y/N, if you ever want to learn to control your change you have to do this right!” He shouted and you exhaled loudly.

“If I ever want to learn to control my change I should ask Scott to teach me! All you ever do is nag and tell me I’m doing it wrong! When we aren’t training you’re rude and cocky and I’m sick of your disgusting personality!” You stand up and grab your keys. You flip him off before walking out the door. You slam the door behind you and jog out to your car. You think of the expression on his face. He looked hurt, but all the things you told him were true.

After your training session with Derek you were supposed to be at Scott’s for a pack meeting. He told you it was okay to shower there and that Kira had probably left something there you could wear.

You arrive at his house and quickly shower. You wrap yourself in a towel and pad to Scott’s room. He’d laid out one of his shirts and a pair of Kira’s shorts. You changed and went back downstairs. Everyone had arrived while you were gone so you quietly sat on the couch. You noticed Derek standing in the corner, his eyes focused on you.

You made eye contact with him and then rolled your eyes, averting your attention to Scott.

Your pack meetings were never meetings, it was more of a large hangout with everyone in the pack. “Stiles, did you bring the beer?” Scott asks and Stiles nods.

“I just don’t understand why you asked the most non-threatening person here to do it. I can’t go all wolfy on anyone. Besides isn’t Derek 21?” He looks over at Derek and Derek shrugs.

“That’s none of your business.” Derek replies and Scott laughs. You and Stiles share an annoyed look.

“Hey, Derek, how’s training going?” Scott threw a look over his shoulder at Derek.

“Liam’s doing great, he’s picking it up quickly.”

“What about Y/N?” Scott smiles at you.

“She’s..not great. In fact she’s probably one of the worst I’ve seen.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you scrunch your nose, huffing as you look away from him. You catch his smirk from the corner of your eye.

“I’m sure she’s not the worst..” Scott tries to defend you.

“You should see her. It’s pathetic really.” You flick your eyes to him and stand up. “I’d be better if you weren’t so tough on me.”

Derek starts to walk toward you. “I have to be tough on you. You’re terrible. Now I get why you’re the only one who doesn’t get invited to fight.”

You shake your head as he nears. “You’re a terrible teacher. I could get better tips on controlling my change from a sidewalk crack.” You cross your arms.

You hear Stiles spit out his beer, laughing. “God, you’re great.” He mutters and you smirk back at Derek.

At this point you and Derek were inches apart. “I wish you were more like Liam. You’re so idiotic. You can’t and you won’t learn anything. You’re better off as an omega.”

You cock your head to the side and whisper. “Then kick me out of the pack. I’d rather be alone than have to spend all of my time with you.”

“If I could kick you out I would. God, I wish I could.” He grits his teeth.

You flash your eyes at him and you feel your claws start to poke through. “Go to hell, asshole.”

Derek flashes his eyes back, trying to tell you to back down. At this point you were closer than you’d ever been to him, your chests were flush. “I knew I should’ve let Scott train you. I tried to take you under my wing, I thought you had potential. Now I know you’re just a pathetic little girl. You’re a sad excuse for a werewolf and it offends me you’d even call yourself apart of the pack.”

You scoff. “All you do is sulk around. You bitch and whine about your family all of the time. Don’t think I don’t hear you. You are the absolute worst person I’ve ever met, and that’s saying a lot considering I’ve met murderous psychopaths. I may be a sad excuse for a werewolf, but you, Derek Hale, are a sad excuse for a person. I hope you feel better now.” You push him off of you and go up to Scott’s room.

You sigh into your hands, trying to fight off the tears. You looked up to Derek, you thought of him as an older brother even. That all changed when you were bit. He seemed even more unbearable when you were in heat. It had only happened once but he wouldn’t even look at you. He was disgusted.

You knew you couldn’t cry because everyone would hear you. You sat in silence for about an hour before grabbing your keys and going downstairs.

Derek catches you at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, I-”

You put a hand up. “Shove it, Hale.” You spit and you push past him.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Liam pokes his head up at you.

“Home.” You mumble and head for the door. You remember you’re in Scott’s shirt and you have it off and tossed at him before you can process your thoughts. You had a sports bra on, so there was nothing to see but you still smelled someone. You scanned the room and tried to pinpoint who’s arousal you caught but you didn’t care enough to stay to find out. “Bye guys. Kira I’ll get these back to you tomorrow.” She waves as you close the door.

The next day everyone was schedule to meet at Deaton’s to talk. Deaton wasn’t even in town but you guys needed a safe place. You’d had a Tinder date planned for a couple weeks so you were obviously over dressed. You’d felt online dating was a bit of a leap at your age but you still tried it. You walked in, sporting a pair of red stilettos. You had a black dress on that gathered at the waist. You’d curled your hair and done a full face of makeup. You felt way better than you had the previous night.

You heard Mason whistle and you laughed. “Shut up. I just wanted to make an appearance.”

He laughs. “Well you did. Quite a great one too.”

You head to the back room and everyone’s head peeked up at your entrance.

“Hey I can’t stay long, I have a date but I was hoping you guys could fill me in.” You smile. “Sure, come over here.” Scott waves you over. Derek’s eyes follow you as you walk.

You whip your head around to look at him. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“Who’s your date?” Derek blurts out.

“Why do you care?” You cross your arms.

“Here we go again.” Scott says under his breath.

“I’m just wondering. I uh..I just wanted to make sure you were being safe.” You see everyone exchange glances.

“Since when do you care about my safety?” You roll your eyes and listen to Scott as he tells you what plan they’ve come up with.

Your date was a bust. You’d worn your good thong for nothing and all you could think about was a bowl of macaroni and cheese and a glass of wine.

You walk in the door and you’re greeted by Scott. “What the hell? How’d you-”

“Not important.” Scott interrupts.“You’re into Derek aren’t you?”

You’re caught off guard. “What? I-uh..no? No.” You try to say casually and Scott smirks.

“That’s all I need. Bye!” He walks out and your left in your empty apartment mildly confused. You spend most of your time wondering how, as a twenty-two year old woman, you spent all of your time with high school kids. They were all pretty mature, but sometimes they were a handful.

You didn’t want to go to training but you knew you had to. Derek never told you how bad you really were and now you feel like you need to prove yourself. You decide to dress up for the occasion. You wear a blue sports bra with matching athletic pants. You tie your shoes before leaving for Derek’s.

You weren’t sure he even knew you were coming. You were shocked to see everyone there when you walked in.

“Who’re you so dressed up for, Y/N?” Stiles wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“I’m not dressed up. Shut up.” You roll your eyes.

“Ready?” You ask Derek and he nods.

“I’m sure he is.” Scott looked at you two playfully.

You caught a whiff of someone and you sighed. You smelled arousal again. If you’d known everyone would be here with their hormones you would’ve worn a shirt.

“I’ll take you out back.” Derek mutters.

“As a matter of fact, he’ll take you anywhere.” Stiles smirks.

“Shut up, Stiles.” You and Derek said in unison.

“In my defense I was just enhancing the vibe.” Stiles throws his hands up.

“What vibe?” You cross your arms.

“Oh, you know..the overwhelming sexual tension.” Kira says casually.

You roll your eyes. You had feelings for Derek, yeah..but he didn’t reciprocate so why should you dwell on it?

“Oh, can it. All of you.” You shake your head. Derek leads you to the backyard and you start stretching. As you bent forward to touch your toes the scent of arousal grew stronger.

The scent was masked by cologne as a pair of strong hands gripped your waist.

“Relax. I’m just spotting you.”

“I don’t need spotted for stretches.” You stand up and grab a blanket, spreading it out before lying on your back. You pull a knee to your chest and Derek kneels in front of you, putting weight on it.

“You know what my mom used to tell me to make training easier?” Derek says, making small talk.

“What?” You switched knees.

“She told me to tell her a story. Usually I just told her about my day, but it made it more bearable.”

You move to your hands and knees, reaching back to grab your ankle. “It probably helps to have someone who loves you training you. Someone who cares about you.” You look over your shoulder at him as he pulls back on your ankle.

“You have that. You have that probably more than I did.” Derek replies. You drop your ankle and look at him. Did he just say he loves you?

“What did you just say?” You ask slowly.

“I think I just confessed my love for you.” Derek rubs his eyes.

“You…love..me?” You point at yourself as the two of you stand.

“It’s too late to change what I said now..but yes. I love you like crazy actually.”

You were going to milk this. “What do you love?” You smirk.

“God, what isn’t there to love? I love your smart mouth, the way you scrunch your face up when I annoy you, I love how you smell after you’ve been outside, I…honestly? I just love you.”

At this point you probably look like a cartoon character, when their hearts are pounding out of their chest. “I love you too.” You say quickly. You didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out.

The both of you immediately are attached, your lips fitting perfectly together. You smell the arousal again, just now linking that it was Derek. You didn’t want to know before, because of how turned on you got when you caught the scent. You were afraid you’d be attracted to a high schooler.

Derek picks you up, somehow managing to stay in sync with your lips. You both pull away and lay your foreheads on each other.

“Why were you such an asshole to me?” You say quietly.

“I didn’t want you to feel obligated to date me if you knew I was in love with you.” He shrugs.

“Do you really think I’m as pathetic as you said?” You ask.

“Not at all, I just love when you’re mad.” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry for comparing you to a murderer.” You laugh.

“It’s okay. It’s kind of fitting.” Derek laughs with you.

The two of you are torn from each other by the sound of cheers and applause. You see everyone on the porch clapping and you roll your eyes.

“For God’s sake, go back inside!” You yell and they laugh.

“We should probably go back to my place.” You whisper in his ear and he smirks.

“Fine by me.”

“Buried” (Chapter Thirteen)

Long chapter, almost 4000 words! I had a blast writing it, and I cannot wait to hear what you guys think about everything in this chapter!

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Tony woke up slowly, the ground seeming softer beneath his shoulder than it ever had, the thin blanket from Steve’s pack warm and heavy around him. He had slept wonderfully, deeper than he had in weeks, and the sun wasn’t very bright behind his eyelids yet so maybe he had a few minutes before Steve woke up and they had to start hiking.

Tony just wanted to… just wanted to lay here, warm and safe and close to the man he had loved with all of his twenty year old heart. He sighed and dug his toes into the blankets and debated sliding back against Steve’s chest, maybe Steve would put his arm around him and they could pick up where they had left off yesterday in the—

—wait that wasn’t right.

Tony opened his eyes to the softly lit hotel room, the white walls and brightly colored furniture and it all came rushing back.

Steve kissing him.

The satellite phone interrupting.

The helicopter and the truck ride.

Not seeing Steve before they showed him to a room with a bathroom and food.

Sleeping for…Tony glanced over at the small clock on the side table. Six forty pm. He had either been sleeping for only a handful of hours, or thirty hours, and he didn’t really know how to figure it out.

A knock on the door, and a hotel maid let herself in with a wide smile. “Ah, good you are awake.” Her accent was heavy but her English was good and Tony smiled back at her.

“Uh, hey. Yeah, I guess I am. Could you tell me how long I’ve been asleep?”

“Since yesterday afternoon.” She answered cheerfully, and lay several towels as well as some clothes down on the bed at his feet. “You are rested?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Clean up.” she instructed with another smile and set down several self grooming items. “Your friends are all downstairs having dinner and drinks, join them!”

“My friends. Right. Thank you. I… will do that.”

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Novocaine-Chapter 8

 Summary: I do not know how to explain this one. It hurt.

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: If you are triggered by mentions of suicide, do not read, Angst. SUper angst. Swearing. 

Word Count:1280

Please… Please make it stop. Make it stop! Please! Your mind screams as you take the stairs to the roof.

All you needed was air. All you want is space, space to breathe, space to think, to stop the screaming in your head, the ache in your soul, but your legs are heavy like you’re walking through quicksand. Clutching at the metal handrails, you stop, steadying yourself, shaking your head violently, trying to get the acidic thoughts out.

Enough! I want to breathe, make it stop! You scream at yourself, hoping sheer willpower would be enough to stem the tide.

It isn’t.

You take the last few steps in two long strides, throwing the metal access door to the roof open with a loud thunk. Racing to the edge, your hands meet the guardrail. Heaving a great shuddering breath, you bring your hand to your mouth as the sobs begin, a tidal wave of tears spilling from your eyes. Hand shaking, your cries pierce the silence, your left hand clutching at your stomach as you bend over your knees trying to stifle the sounds coming out of your mouth with little success.

“Shadow,” his soft voice comes.

Whirling around, you land heavily on your backside, eyes wide with horror. No! Please! Not him! The internal voice screams as you stare at Bucky.

“It’s alright, doll face,” he says as he crouches in front of you. “I’m right here,” he croons, prying your hand away from your mouth and entwining his fingers with yours. He hauls you to your feet and pulls you into an embrace, your wet face plastered to his chest. “It’s been a day, huh?” he whispers into your hair.

The fight drains from you, and you wrap your arms around him, seeking any comfort he could provide.

“I’m sorry about earlier, doll face. I don’t know why I reacted that way. Things are a mess,” he says, and the buzzing in your head intensifies. “You hurt me, doll, the things you said. I’m trying, can’t you see? Isn’t that enough for you? It’s hard from me to know what’s real and what isn’t.” His voice drips with hurt and for a second you can’t believe he said the words, you cannot believe his flippancy.

Your arms fall limply to your sides. “I never meant to fall in love with you,” you reply shakily, broken, willing him to believe you, to understand that you hadn’t done any of this on purpose. You couldn’t help who you loved, you couldn’t help the way you felt about him.

He sighs heavily, nodding his head. “I know, but you said the words and it fucked with my head. I need ya in my life, doll, I need ya to anchor me, to help me feel human, these feelings…” he snuggles deeper into your hair, “I can’t deal with them,” he finishes quietly.

You can’t help the anger that surges inside of you. The hot hate which accompanies it nearly chokes you, and you rip yourself out of his embrace. “You’re so determined to protect yourself and your feelings, but what about me?” you ask in disbelief. “What about my feelings? Do you think I wanted to fall for my best friend? That I wanted any of this to happen?” you snap.

He takes a step forward, eyes pleading, doing that broken thing he does that makes your heart break. “That’s not what I meant, doll,” he replies softly taking another step toward you. “I just need you to give me time. I’m tryin’ here,” he says a bit more forcefully.”I ain’t tryna hurt ya. I ain’t tryna be cruel, doll.”

You scoff disdainfully. “I know you didn’t do it to be cruel. I could have hardened myself against cruelty. Cruelty requires some sort of intention, some acknowledgment. I’m not sure you even knew I existed for longer than the three seconds it took to politely brush me aside like I was nothing. That was it, wasn’t it? I was nothing to you. Inconsequential. I wish you would have been cruel, Bucky!” you reply, turning away from him, wishing to hide the tears that have formed in your eyes.

Make it stop, make him stop! you beg silently. Shutting your eyes against it, some part of your brain believing if you ignored him long enough he would go away, that this entire situation would go away.

“Nothing matters anymore,” you whisper quietly into the wind, stepping closer to the railing.

Maybe I can shut it off for a while, you muse as you take another step closer, Bucky’s voice unable to pierce the thick fog that had settled in your mind. Maybe I can make it stop, you reflect, the railing an inch away from you. You raise your hand to touch it, to vault yourself over the edge, but you’re stopped abruptly.unable 

“(Y/N)!” Castiel’s deep voice bounces around in your head like a ping pong ball, clearing the fog. “What are you doing?” a hint of terror bleeds into his voice.

Your eyes snap to his. You don’t know what he finds there, you don’t know what he sees, but his demeanor shifts from concern to anger in mere seconds.

“For once, stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!” he demands, his eyes turning a bright blue as his emotions take him over.

“I’m fine, Cas. A lapse in judgment is all,” your voice sounds thick and slurred to your ears like it’s coated in concrete.

“Your soul was screaming, Shadow. I don’t know much about human emotion, but you are hurting and you refuse to acknowledge the pain this man is causing you!” he snaps, his eyes trained firmly on Bucky.

“Back off, pal. This has nothing to do with you. She can make her own decisions,” Bucky says menacingly, advancing on Cas.

Panic races through your veins at the thought of Bucky and Cas fighting. Cas would smite Bucky faster than you could blink. Could you do nothing right? Did you have to destroy all you held dear?

“Cas I’m fine, I promise!” you reply, grabbing his arm, trying to catch his attention.

He rips his arm out of your reach and he turns to face you. “This man will be your downfall! At least Dean did not go out of his way to hurt you, to destroy you!”

Blinding rage accompanies his words.

“What the fuck do you know, Clarence? The little angel that loved humanity too much! You pretend to feel, you pretend to know what it means to be human, but you know nothing! You are not a human. Blind obedience is programmed into you, and yet you want to school me in emotion?” you hiss ignoring the intense guilt that accompanies your words.

Cas eyes go wide, his lower lip trembling slightly, and he disappears, Bucky chortling quietly behind you.

Your hands fly into your hair where you yank at the ends harshly, your body vibrating as you sink, sink, sink into the repressed emotion. Your powers flare out of control, years of pent up emotion rising to the surface, and an inhuman sound escapes your lips, fresh tears falling heavily.

“Doll?” Bucky asks, panic evident in his voice as he begins to back away. “Shadow you gotta calm down, doll face!” he half yells.

You turn to face him. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know you don’t look human anymore. Bucky’s face is a mask of terror, as he backs up quickly, words leaving his mouth, but you can’t hear them. All you feel is the power.

You stretch out your arms and laugh until it becomes a scream.

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“Oh my god, you’re adorable.”

“I wish you’d stop calling me that.”

“What - adorable?” Their brow furrowed in confusion. 

“Yeah. Like, I don’t know. It’s so babyish.” 

“You know adorable doesn’t mean you can’t be kickass, right? You could conquer a kingdom and I’d still find you cute.” They meant it sweetly, lovingly, reaching out a hand to draw her closer. She jerked away with a fresh bolt of anger even when they knew it was ill deserved - because, yeah, that was exactly the problem. 

Just once, it would have been nice to beautiful, or powerful, or breath-taking instead of something that made her think of kittens and bunny rabbits. Why did everything small have to be fucking cute?

You said I’d always be your only man

Archie finds out his twin sister has been having a secret relationship with Jughead.

“I wish this, we, didn’t have to be a secret” Jughead sighed.

I didn’t say anything, mostly because there was nothing to be said. This was the beginning to a discussion we’d had multiple times, and of which I couldn’t see the solution.

There was no doubt in my mind that I was in love with the dark haired boy, and that I would never let anything come between us, but I also knew that the peaceful feeling I felt radiating inside of me when I thought of Jughead would be gone if I told my brother about us.

Archie had been extremely protective of me ever since our parents split. He’d shielded me from all the bad things within his reach, and even though I was grateful to have him, I couldn’t help but wish that he would let me live sometimes, let me make mistakes, if necessary, and learn things for myself.

I pulled myself closer to Jug’s body, snuggling my face to his naked chest. “He would never approve of us, and you know that” I said softly yet sternly, to let him know that he shouldn’t start this again, that we would never reach a constructive conclusion to the problem simply because there wasn’t one. It was either be together in secret, or tell Archie about us and have him yell and be mad at us so much that everything would be ruined.

“You’re always preaching independence and freedom to young women, yet you can’t follow your own advice,” he scoffed. “God, why can’t we just tell him? He’ll be mad, I get it, but he’ll get over it.”

I propped myself up on one elbow, looking straight into Jughead’s eyes. I knew he didn’t mean to be offensive or disrespectful, he was only saying that because he was frustrated and sick of having to sneak around behind everyone’s back, but I was upset that he didn’t seem to even try and understand my point of view.

“Have you met Archie?” I raised an eyebrow. “Christ, I feel like you don’t even know him when you say shit like that.”

For once, Jughead let it go before our discussion could blow out of proportion, just like it had many times before. He sighed and wrapped his arm around my back so that I would go back to laying down.

“I’m sorry I brought it up. It’s just…” He couldn’t find the words to finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to.

“Yeah, I know.”

And that was it. Months of the same four fucking sentences repeated over and over as if we were in a loop we couldn’t get out of.

That is, until the following Wednesday morning.

That Tuesday, Archie and Jughead had spent their night watching movies in our living room.

When I got home at around eleven, Archie was fast asleep on the couch in what looked like a rather uncomfortable position, and Jughead was sitting next to him watching yet another Episode of Star Wars.

“Hey” I waved, and he smiled back at me. “You sleeping over?”

He nodded.

“Cool.” It took all my might not to snuggle next to him and watch the movie, but I managed to walk upstairs to have a shower.

I stripped off all my clothes as the water heated up, and once I was left in nothing but my underwear, the door creaked open.

“Yo, I’m taking a shower! Knock next time!” I said, my hand already reaching out for a towel as I thought it was either my dad or my brother. Instead, Jug’s head peeked in.

“I thought you needed company,” he shrugged.

I scoffed as if I wasn’t pleased to be standing in front of him almost naked. “In the shower?”

“Eh, you never know when someone’s feeling lonely.”

I laughed, only to give him an apologetic smile right after.

“Jug, you know I’d love to, but Archie… and my dad…”

“Your dad won’t hear a thing, and Archie has been asleep for almost two hours. You know how he is, he won’t wake up until the morning, at this point.” He gave me a crooked smile. “I missed you…”

When I turned my head, he took it as his queue to shut the door behind him.

I’ll spare you the details; just know that we ended up in my bed.

I loved cuddling Jughead, especially after sex, but I knew that we couldn’t do it when we were at my house.

“Come on, Jug, you have to leave.” I nudged him when he cuddled up to my side and shut his eyes.

“Can we cuddle for, like, five minutes? I feel like you only use me for my body” he said jokingly. I chuckled and turned to the side, letting him spoon me.

“Fine,” I said as if I was doing him a favor. “Five minutes; but I swear to god, if you get caught…” I couldn’t finish the sentence, because he shut me up by putting his hand in front of my mouth. He laughed softly when I bit his finger, and minutes later I was asleep.

I woke up the next morning to loud commotion and my bedroom door being slammed open. When I felt the warmth of a body slip away from mine, I knew what was happening before I could open my eyes.

“What the fuck, Jughead!” Archie was yelling. Jug was standing in front of him in nothing but his boxers, his mouth ajar in a silent gasp. “Are you gonna say anything?” Archie kept yelling.

“I-I’m sorry, man,” was the best Jughead could come up with. So much for being a tormented writer.

Archie crossed his arms in front of his chest and scoffed. “Is that he best you can do? My sister’s virginity is worth more than your fucking apology.”

“Yo, Archie, calm down!” I yelled, trying to get the boy’s attention. I felt the urge to get up, but realized that I wasn’t a good idea when I remembered that the upper half of my body was naked. I kept the sheets wrapped around me as I talked. “It’s not like I didn’t want to, okay? Stop acting… crazy.” Poor choice of words, but the mess in my head wouldn’t let me think straight.

“I’m the one who’s acting crazy?” Archie scoffed. “My best friend and my sister are fucking behind my back, and I’m the one who’s acting crazy!”

Neither Jughead or I said anything.

“And I’m guessing this has happened before, uh?” Archie asked, this time in a calmer tone, though I could tell he was trying hard to keep his boiling rage at bay.

I looked at Jug, and nodded. “Yes,” he said.

“We’re together, Arch” I said cautiously. I thought that letting him know it wasn’t a casual physical relationship would make things better, but, boy, was I wrong.

“What the hell?” Archie’s face turned a brighter shade of pink, and he shoved Jughead. “You’re dating my sister? I can’t fucking believe you, man. I thought you were my friend.”

“I am, and that’s how you know I’ll treat her right.” Finally, Jughead’s tongued started working properly again.

Archie seemed to have trouble fighting that logic, but he couldn’t let go of his anger. “I… How would you feel if I had sex with your sister, uh?”

That’s when the true screaming match began.

“It’s different! Jellybean is a child!”

“So is Y/N!”

“She’s twelve minutes younger than you, you dumbass!”

Neither of them said anything for a few seconds.

“Please, Archie” I chimed in. “Don’t be mad at us. I love Jughead, okay? Why can’t you see it?”

Archie looked at me, and his stare softened. “You said I’d always be your only man, remember?”

“Well, that was a lie even when I said it – ten years ago, may I add,” I chuckled. “because I also said to dad.”

Archie gave me a sad smile, and that’s when I knew he was giving in. We were sixteen: he knew that in the same way he’d have girlfriends, I would have boyfriends, and no amount of protecting could avoid it. At least, if I was with Jughead, he knew for a fact that I would be safe.

“My heart is big enough for all three of you, Archie…” I trailed off.

My brother sat on the edge of my bed, and Jughead thought it would be a good time to get dressed and throw me a tshirt. I put it on and crawled out of the covers, wrapping my arms around Archie’s broad back.

“I love you” was all I said, my voice muffled by Archie’s clothes as my face was pressed into his shoulder.

“I love you, too” he sighed and got up, turning to face Jughead, who’d been too scared to sit down – Archie’s fists are fast and unpredictable, the legend says.

“If you hurt her-”

“I won't” Jughead cut him off. “I’d rather hurt myself.”

“I don’t doubt it” Archie nodded, and the two of them sealed the peace with a hug.


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Save Me

Originally posted by sherrykinss

WARNING: Mentions of blood, torture, kidnapping.

The bullpen is teeming with life, members of the team rush around with files and theories as supplementary agents follow orders barked down from higher-ups, but Spencer doesn’t hear any of the chaos going on around him. His eyes are glued to the monitor on Alvez’s desk.

“You can’t keep torturing yourself like this, kid,” Derek sighs as he takes a seat in Alvez’s chair and shakes his head. “You’ve been staring at that screen for how many hours? It’s not good for you. The unsub cut the video feed for a reason. If he starts streaming again, we’ll let you know. Go get some rest.”

“You can use my office if you don’t want to go home,” Emily offers as she cautiously approaches the pair. “We need you to be focused, Reid. Whatever help you can give us, we need.”

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