“mike faist doesn’t deserve to win because his role isn’t physically demanding and he doesn’t work hard enough”
first of all, who asked
second of all, i don’t know if we’re watching the same fucking musical but i sure as hell believe mike faist’s role is one of the most demanding in the musical. as mentioned in a post by @flyawayrachel (it won’t tag you? sobs), mike basically plays three different characters. he plays connor murphy, the real connor murphy that we see interacting with evan in the beginning; he plays the peppy, upbeat, woobied and glazed-over version that evan and jared create in sincerely me; and he plays the version that is the personification of evan’s anxiety/the voice in his head or whatever you want to call it. and, hell, even if he didn’t have to do this stuff, the tony committee nominated him because - stay with me here - they thought he deserved it!! mike faist is an incredibly talented actor and, at this point, all we can do is be super happy for him, because he’s fought tooth and nail and worked super hard to get where he’s gotten !!!
“Azriel?” Elain said into the darkness. Her breath was warm on his chest.
“You live alone.” It wasn’t a question, but he hummed a yes. “Sometimes I feel as if I live alone.”
She was lying on the floor beside him, tucked into his arm. He’d been ready to let her sleep on his bed, had made himself a place to sleep on the couch, but she’d refused. She’d said the couch would be too small for him and that she wouldn’t feel right taking his bed. He’d allowed it.
But then he’d gotten to his barren room. The mattress low to the floor on a wooden frame he’d made all those years ago. He’d taken one look at it and had pulled the sheets, dragging them to the living room where he’d decided to sleep on the floor.
He’d told himself it wasn’t because he hated sleeping alone, or because he thought Elain needed a friend, or because there was nowhere he’d rather be than next to her…
Summary: Jughead and Reader have been dating secretly for a while. They spend so much time together with both contributing to the Blue and Gold. Betty however has shifted her feelings from Archie to Jughead and that causes Reader to relapse but Jughead helps to show that he loved only the reader.
Characters: Jughead x Reader, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Kevin Keller, and Veronica Lodge
Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Please read with caution, look at the warnings please.
Warnings: Swearing, self-doubt, self-harm, angst, fluff and SMUT
A/N: I struggled with the self harm in this so I’m pretty sure this is the last and only time I will write about self harm. I took a long time to write that scene and I’m sitting here nearly hyperventilating from the urge. If you do self-harm please get help. PLEASE!
Jughead Jones was an observant person when it came to Riverdale because he was an aspiring author and with his crime novel he was even more. Jughead and you were a couple that recently got together and the relationship was amazing to be honest. It was natural and easy with him from going from friends to more. You had maybe been together a month or so and keeping it low-key because it was new and special.
You shared everything but one minor detail was kept from him on your part since it was in the past and you didn’t want to hurt him. He meant the world to you but you didn’t want to bring up that you were recovering from a bad addiction. You no longer gave in as you began to do photography when Jughead joined the Blue and Gold; you joined at his request to do images.
Betty had been in the corner on the phone as Jughead got to his feet pressing a kiss to you cheek muttering about grabbing lunch for both of you. You smiled.
“Can you get me a water?” You asked him.
“Sure. I’ll be back in ten minutes, keep my spot warm.” Jughead said backing out of the room.
Request: Hey doll❤️ I’m so nervous about my
upcoming exams tomorrow. Would you like to do a Bucky imagine form where you’re
dating and you’re also really anxious about some tests and he tries to make you
feel better and tries to calm you down but nothing seems to work. So he
prepares the bedroom to give you a massage after he dragged you away from your
work, but the massage slowly leads to something more intimate and Bucky makes
the sex all about you with kisses, touches and things like that ? Thanks ❤️ - @tieddown-withbattleshipchains
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: fluff, smut
Word Count: 1229
A/N: this is the final request before i start my “Troop Leader” series. that taglist and my permanent are open
You had been studying for hours. You went from the library
at your University, to your small, shared apartment and you still had no idea
what any of the material meant. With a loud sigh, you shoved your books away
from you, and buried your head in the plethora of pillows surrounding you. You
willed the tears not to fall, but they didn’t listen. Steady streams of salty,
hot tears were leaving trails in their wake. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t
pass this final. Lost in your thoughts, you failed to hear the hesitant knock
on your bedroom door.
“Babe, maybe you should take a break. You’ve been at it for
hours. You can go back to it after you relax and maybe eat.” You heard the
soothing voice of your boyfriend, Bucky, come through the door. You pulled
yourself off the floor and made your way to the door. When you opened it, you
saw Bucky’s face fall.
“Oh, My Love, come here.” Bucky pulled you into a strong
hug. He held you as you let out heartbreaking sobs. He felt so bad. He couldn’t
explain the material to you, but he could help you relax.
He led you to the bed and laid down next to you. He pulled
you into a spooning position and wrapped his strong arms around you. He was
humming in your ear and stroking your hair with his cool metal hand. Your sobs
had started to subside. Your breathing was still hard to get control of.
“Let me help you, My Love. You’re working yourself too hard.
You need to take a break. Your test isn’t for a few days. You can take the rest
of the night off and go back at it tomorrow. For now, just let me pamper you.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his proposition, but you
didn’t have time. You pulled yourself out of his embrace and sat yourself back
on the floor.
“That’s sweet, Buck, but I have to study. My test might not
be for e few days, but I need all the help I can get.” You were a stubborn one,
and Bucky knew it. He was going to have to literally pull you away from your
“Fine, you leave me no choice. You’re coming with me.” He came
and scooped you up bridal style. You tried to fight him, but he was so much
“I drew you a bath and you are going to take it. Then we are
going to cuddle in bed for the rest of the night. No more work Your got it?”
Bossy Bucky was coming out and you knew better than to argue.
“Yes, Sergeant.” You sighed out.
You quickly got undressed when he put you in the bathroom. He
helped you into the tub. It was nice and warm. He had started to burn your
favorite lavender scented candle. You hate to admit it, but this was nice. You really
needed to relax.
Once you were ready to get out, Bucky wrapped you up in a
towel and picked you up once again. You giggled like a girl in love. He was
seriously cute. He made his way to the bedroom, and he meant to set you down to
get you pajamas, but you didn’t let go. You pulled him into a soft kiss.
“I love you, Buck.” You whispered against his lips. you
could feel his increasing smile when you said those words.
His hands were slowly roaming your body, and you felt his trapped
erection against your bare core. He was peppering kisses along your neck and
you were slowly rocking your hips against his. You let out a small moan at the much-needed
He pulled away to discard himself of his clothing. You dropped
your towel and made your way to the plethora of pillows at the head of your
shared bed. Once he was fully naked, he climbed his way up to you, leaving
small kisses in his wake. He stopped directly over your dripping core. His hot
breath fanned the area. Your hips bucked, looking for release.
He moved his mouth to kiss at your thighs. He sucked and
bit, leaving marks behind. He moved his face inward and dragged his tongue
across your slit. You let out a surprised gasp. He made his way to suck on your
outer lips. he knew how to make you moan for him.
He moved his way to your clit. His nose nudged the sensitive
bundle of nerves. At this point, you were dripping. Before you could ask, he
enclosed his lips around your clit and gave it a harsh suck. Your back arched
painfully off the bed.
“just like that, baby! Yes!” you screamed out for him. He moaned
and groaned. The vibrations were heaven against your sensitive core.
He started moving his tongue in and out of your entrance. You
were on the brink of your orgasm when he pulled away. You whined and made
grabby hands for him. He just laughed.
“relax baby, I want you to come around me.” He pulled
himself up so he could align his throbbing cock with your core.
He was already a deep red and precum was dripping from his
tip. He moved his dick up and down your pussy, coating himself in your wetness.
With slow movements, he aligned with your entrance and pushed in. Your walls
stretched to accommodate his length. He moaned when he was fully sheathed
Your hips bucked, telling him to move. He kept his pace slow,
languid even. He was savoring every inch of you. You had one hand in his hair
and one rested on his pert ass. It made him even harder when you squeezed him. His
hands caressed your face and he was nibbling on your ear. You wrapped your legs
around him so he could go even deeper inside you. He was still slow, but it was
the perfect pace. You could feel every drag of his cock against your velvet
walls. And it felt beautiful.
Your breathing started getting faster and you were becoming
flushed. Bucky knew you were close. He propped himself up on his knees and
thrust into you hard. You gasped out at his action. He moved his metal hand to
your clit and rubbed small, fast circles. Just the way you like it.
“Bucky, baby, I’m gonna come!” you screamed out.
With one more thrust he had you coming around his cock. It took
a few more thrusts for him to release his hot, thick seed inside you. You were
completely blissed out. He pulled out slowly and went to grab a wash cloth to
clean you both up. When the coarse fabric hit your aching core, you jumped a
little. You were still sensitive to any small touch.
Bucky’s face was red and he looked just as blissed out as
you. He put the washcloth in the laundry bin and got back in bed with you. He pulled
the sheets up and brought you into his arms.
“I love you, Y/N. You need to learn to relax more.” He told
you as he pulled up your Netflix.
“I’m feeling pretty relaxed right now.” You retorted
sleepily. He heard him giggle and then you were fast asleep before he could
even pick a show.
It had been almost four months since you had left the
hospital. Your apartment was oddly silent and you were starting to feel like
something was missing. There were days when you would catch yourself staring
into space, smiling, as if you were living another life in your head. A life
you didn’t have access to.
Your therapist told you to be patient, you had to let your
brain recover and adjust. It was a topic that even Peggy and Tony avoided. You
realised the past few months had been hard on them too, so you decided to
pretend everything was fine.
Turning the volume of the TV down a little bit, you waited for the response of your boyfriend but knitted your eyebrows when you were met with silence.
It was currently 1 am in the morning, the time at which your boyfriend mostly came home from work or practice.
When you realized that he wasn’t going to answer, you got up from your warm and cozy sofa and walked towards your apartment door, concerned that something might have had happened to him.
You watched how Jimin threw his bag and jacket on the ground, his body walking towards yours with heavy steps. “Jimin why aren’t you answer- Nngh.”
Just before you could end your sentence, Jimin wrapped his strong arms around your body, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck immediately.
“Jimin, what’s wrong?”
Without answering your question, he tightened his arms around your body even more and nuzzled his head even further into the crook of your neck. When you felt his shaky breath on your skin, you realized that something was wrong.
Stroking his hair softly, you tried again. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did something happen today?”
Shaking his head slightly, he whispered with a shaky voice. “Can you please hug me?”
Smiling softly, you wrapped your arms tightly around his body and placed a little kiss on his head, whispering back. “Come on, let’s bring you to bed, hm?”
Taking a step with you still in his arms, you yelped at the sudden move and hit him lightly. “Yah, we can’t walk like this. You need to let go of me.”
“But I don’t want to..” he whined like a little kid.
“I won’t make your favorite hot chocolate if don’t let go of me right now.”
Without thinking twice, he unwrapped his arms from your body and grabbed your hand instead, dragging you with him to your shared bedroom.
Sitting down on the bed, he pulled you in between his spread legs, this time nuzzling his head in your belly while holding you tightly. “Jimin, you’re scaring me..”
You placed your hand under his chin and lifted his head up, looking into his now teary eyes with your soft ones. He, on the other hand, tried to avert his eyes, hating the idea of you seeing him in this state.
Kneeling down in front of him, you held his head in your hands, stroking his cheeks with a gentle touch. “Hey, it’s okay to cry. You don’t need to hold it back. Not when you’re with me..”
After hearing those words, Jimin broke in front of your eyes, not being able to hold the sobs back. “I..I’m disappointing them, Y/N..”
When Jimin looked up, he was met with your confused face. “I’m trying everything, Y/N.. I sleep less, I eat less, I work hard every single day but for some reason, I can’t be the Jimin they want me to be.. Even though I dance for hours everyday, I can’t improve my dancing like Hoseokie Hyung.. Even though I practice everyday, I can’t sing the high notes as smoothly as Jungkookie does.. I want to be a better singer and dancer for Army, but the more I try the worse it gets, Y/N.. And I don’t know what to do anymore..”
You wrapped your arms around his body the minute he stopped talking, making sure that he felt comfortable in your arms. “Stop being so hard on yourself, Jimin-ah.. You’re prefect the way you are. You shouldn’t overwork yourself by thinking that you’re not good enough for your fans. They love you the way you are. Everyone is proud of you. You’re already perfect for them..”
Leaning back a little bit, Jimin looked at you with his sparkling eyes, asking like a little child. “R-Really?”
Smiling softly, you nodded eagerly. “Of course! You’re disappointing nobody, Jimin. Bangtan loves you as much as you love them. You’re family for them, they appreciate every single thing you do or create, admiring your hard work just like you admire theirs.. Every single one of you completes the other one, which makes you all perfect as a whole team.. You don’t need to carry all the weight all by yourself, Jimin-ah.. There are a lot of people who would love to help you out whenever you have a hard time..”
The smile you saw on Jimin’s face after you ended your sentence was a smile to die for, making you lean forward and place a long and sweet kiss on his soft lips.
“You need to learn to love yourself, Jimin.. Accept yourself for the person you are and don’t try to change yourself for other people.. You’re already perfect to me the way you are..”
To my fellow emotionally repressed abuse survivors, a heads up: when you start doing trauma work in therapy, for a while it’s going to feel like grieving is your full time job. I’m serious, and not exaggerating at all. Before therapy, I hadn’t cried for roughly 3 or so years. Once I started EMDR, I literally cried, sobbed, every single damn day for 3 straight months. I laid down on the floor, put on some Emmylou Harris and I just fucking cried. I cried so hard I burst the little blood vessels in my eyelids and I cried so much I had to up my water consumption by 10 ounces a day.
Don’t let it discourage you, even if it feels like the grief will never stop, like there’s no bottom to it. I promise you’ll get there.
Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part III)
A/N: Hi, I need your help. Is this story too long? Cause if it is i’ll try to speed up the way the story goes so that it won’t bore you to death or I could leave it as it is (I already finished it it just needs editing) and let the sotry run it’s course? You’re response will be appreciated, my lovelies. Enjoy x
Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.
Request: Heyyy can u request a scenario where y/n is with jimin but she has always felt insecure and that he can do better and one night when she thought jimin was sleeping she let her heart out to him but he actually heard everything? Angst fluff? Hope that makes sense hahaha - Anonymous
You let out a deep sigh as you twisted around in your bed, finally turning around to face a sleeping figure next to you who’s chest rose softly with the gentle breaths that escaped his mouth.
Your lips titled up into a small smile as you brought your fingers up to his face, gently caressing the sides as you saw him instinctively move closer into your touch.
Just as your eyes were about to flutter close, the thoughts that haunted you all day came crashing down at you at 3am in the morning.
Your smile turned into a frown, as your fingers hesitantly retreated, bringing them back as you shut your eyes close, wanting to just wipe out the thoughts running through your head.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered quietly, although you knew he was well asleep, your voice raw as you felt tears swim behind your eyes, threatening to fall over any moment.
“I-I just. God, Jimin why?” you choked, biting your down on your lip harshly as you looked to his chest, finding it even hard to breath.
“Why me? I–I’m boring, I’m ugly, I’m useless and–” you stopped, before breathing in and whispering, “I don’t deserve someone like you.”
You sighed and let out a weak chuckle, “I’m literally nothing compared to the million people you work with everyday, I mean, your constantly surrounded by beautiful people and yet it almost seems like a joke that you chose to be with me.”
Your fingers tightened into a fist as you continued, the tears finally streaming down you face as you sobbed quietly, “And your just so perfect, everything about you is, from your personality to your determination to the way you make my heart race at every little thing you do.”
“I’m so sorry, Jimin-ah,” your voice cracked, “I–
"Y/N.” a voice interrupted in the middle, your glassy eyes shooting up in surprise as they met Jimin’s strong gaze.
You didn’t notice he was awake, as you felt the fear crawl up your spine when you realized he’d heard every word you uttered to him, something that you’d been too afraid to admit to even yourself.
Suddenly, you felt his hand cup your face gently, bringing your gaze back to his as his fingers caught your stray tears, wiping them away gently.
“Jimi–I.” your voice faltered when you felt your heart stop at the next words that came out of his mouth, his soft whisper sending your heart spinning in cartwheels.
“I love you.” he said hoarsely, his eyes softening at you as he pulled you closer to him, resting his forehead against yours so that his eyes bore into yours, making it easy to see the sincerity in his words. Your lips parted in surprise as you found yourself void of any words, your throat going dry as you simply blinked at the boy in front of you.
Pressing his lips to your forehead he whispered, “I love your brain that always generates all your smart ass comments at me.”
As you fluttered your eyes close, he kissed each one before saying, “I love these eyes that always look at the world with so much wonder, curiosity and amazement, especially with love for me.”
Brushing his nose against yours, you giggled slightly as he breathed, “I love the way your nose always scrunches up in the cutest way whenever you laugh, making me do the stupidest, dumbest things just to see it happen.”
Finally trailing his lips down to your own, hovering over them, the space between the two of you was almost unbearable.
“I love your mouth and every single word that comes out of it, especially when your talking to me and make me go insane at how with even one word you make my heart go crazy.” he chuckled when he pulled away from you, a small whine escaping your lips.
As his hands rested back on your waist, pulling you even closer to him that you were sure was impossible at this point, he whispered, “And on top of all that, I love you, my beautiful, amazingly talented girlfriend that makes me count the stars everyday cause I’m so goddamn lucky, so don’t you ever say you don’t deserve me cause without you I wouldn’t be here.”
Your eyes shined with tears, but this time they were happy tears, as you choked back, “God, I-I love you too Jimin. I love you so much, so so much–”
But before you could finish, Jimin quickly engulfed your lips with his, kissing you sweetly as your mind spun in circles, your fingers clutching his tshirt as you kissed him back, your lips perfectly molded against his as you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.
“You’re perfect, every inch of you, every piece of you, everything.” he breathed against your lips, as he pulled away slowly, kissing your forehead one last time before cuddling you against his warm chest.
“Thank you.” you confessed softly as he looked down at you with a smile that you were you’d never forget even in a million years.
Anonymous said: BTS reaction to you working hard to keep up your grades but when you received your report card it turns out your grades dropped and you feel really sad about it
Here it is! (I’m not completely satisfied with this one, but here it is anyways)
I’m sorry if each reaction is too similar, that’s just how it came out cx
Rap Monster (Namjoon):
You stare down at the letters on the page - having waited until you returned home - your heart sinking to your stomach, and you slump down in your seat. Again. Even after all the work you put in, the endless nights of sheets and books scattered everywhere, the blood, sweat and tears you put into your studies, your grades still drop. Your mood drops completely, all sense of hope disappears and you’re left slumped in the chair, your head in your hands.
Namjoon quietly lets himself into your apartment, calling out for you, a hopeful smile on his face, dimples and all. His heart cracks a little when he sees you sobbing on the couch - your body shaking with tears - and he drops his bags at the door, rushing forward, accidentally hitting the table in the way.
“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” He asks softly, rubbing your arm comfortingly.
You look up, attempting to force a smile, and yet your vision is still blurred through the tears. You sigh, finally stating, “My grades dropped, again.”
He puts his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, as he says, “It’s okay, there’s always next time, I could help tutor you if you wanted? All you need is a little help jagiya, you’re smart, you can do this.”
You nod, pulling on your sleeve and wiping your tears away, leaning into his embrace.
“That would be great, Joonie, thank you so much.”
“Jagiya? Why are you crying?” Jin walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and you quickly wipe away your tears, your eyes darting around.
“It’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s fine,” you quickly say, sighing as you brushed your hair back, attempting a smile. Jin stares at you carefully, and he shakes his head, refusing to let you or the matter go.
“Jagiya, you can trust me, what’s wrong?” He finally asks, after allowing you to sob into his shoulder for a few minutes, his arms wrapped protectively around you as he rubs your back reassuringly.
“My grades have gone down yet ago, even though I worked so hard to bring them up, I don’t get it, what did I do wrong…” you rambled, still nuzzled in his shoulder and Jin frowned, saddened by your frustration and sadness, and he plants a soft kiss on your cheek, mumbling sweet words into your ear to help calm you down.
“It’s okay jagiya, next time you’ll do better, I know you will, please don’t be too disappointed,” he reassures you, his arms gently reaching under your legs to pick you up bridle-style and settle down on the couch with you, placing kisses all over your face, causing you to finally giggle, your tears drying up.
“That’s much better, I’m glad to see you smiling again (Y/N),” Jin grins, and you lean back against him, this time your turn to kiss him, smiling.
Yoongi pops his head through the doorway, watching as you frown, your eyes scanning over a sheet of paper, your head dropping into your hands as you sigh, tossing the paper across the table as you curl up on the couch. His lips curl downwards into a frown, and he wanders in, silently sitting next to you, his arm wrapping around you.
You simply lean into his embrace, and he shifts position to allow you to completely lean into his chest, your arms snaking around his waist. The two of you lay in this position in a while without words, your actions speaking louder than any words could, and you feel your mood lift slightly knowing that Yoongi would always be there for you whenever you needed comfort.
“School getting you down again?” Yoongi finally inquired, breaking the silence between the two of you, and you nod against his chest, still curled up against him. Yoongi resists the urge to cover your face in kisses at your adorableness, and instead opts to press his lips against your forehead, withdrawing after a few seconds.
“Don’t worry too much about it (Y/N), don’t let school get you so down, it’s not everything, yeah?” He reassures you, and you smile up at him, turning his heart to mush.
(A/N: His grin is the most adorable thing I’ve seen in a while, omg <3)
Hoseok pouts as he notices you sitting in your room, slumped over your desk once again, hitting your head on the surface repeatedly, surrounded by sheets of paper. You exhale in frustration, tugging on your hair before leaning your head on the desk once again.
“(Y/N), don’t hit your head like that, you’ll hurt yourself,” he rushes over to you, crouching by you and gently touching your forehead in concern. He gazes at you, eyes holding the utmost concern, and you feel your heart melt.
“I’m sorry Hobi, it’s just uni has been stressing me out again, and my grades are going down again… I can’t do this…” You push your dishevelled hair out of your face, and he pouts again, standing up straight and outstretching his arms.
Taking one last glance at your work, you get up and engulf yourself in Hoseok’s arms, his familiar scent calming you down immediately, and you bury your face into his neck. Hobi can’t help but grin at you clinging to him, and he gently pries your arms away, only to grab his bag. He gestures to you to grab your stuff, saying, “Let’s go out somewhere nice jagi, you deserve it.”
He grins again, and you can’t help but go along with him, the initial disappointment and frustration disappearing, and replaced with a warm feeling.
(A/N: I might’ve died writing this part, this boy wrecks me, I wish this would happen to me cx)
“Jimin… are you planning to let go of me any time soon?” You ask, shaking your head at Jimin who was currently clinging onto your waist in a koala-like way, his face buried in your shoulder.
“No, not until you promise me you won’t stay disappointed about your grades,” he replies cutely, his voice muffled as he trails kisses along your neck, and you weaken under his touch, your mouth opening, inaudible sounds escaping.
“Jiminie,” you whined, and yet you knew he was right, there was no point to beating yourself up over your grades, you could only keep working hard and hope for the best.
“Promise me,” Jimin mumbles against your neck, the vibrations sending a shiver of pleasure through your body, and he smirks, satisfied by your reaction.
“Okay, okay, I promise I’ll stop worrying about it, but stop before I end up…” you cut yourself off, and Jimin giggles, fully aware of where your thoughts were going.
He finally lifts his lips off your neck, his arms loosening up on your waist, and you can’t help but smile, your fingers brushing over your neck.
(A/N: When you have two biases and writing both their parts just wrecks your heart completely… *sigh* cx)
“Yah, jagi, you’re making me sad too,” Taehyung says, sitting across from you as your eyes scan over your grades for the nth time, a mix of sadness and disappointment in your eyes, and you finally look up, Taehyung frowning in concern.
He scrunches his face up in an exaggerated crying face in an attempt to cheer you up, an array of silly faces flashing across his face, and you can’t help but let out a giggle, your fist pressed to your mouth in an attempt to suppress it. While this sends a flash of happiness through you, a glance back at the discarded report card has the disappointment and frustration flooding back and you sigh.
Taehyung pouts, determined to cheer you up, and an idea creeps into his mind, his lips curling up into a mischievous smirk, as he gets up to sit by you on the other couch.
“What are you-” You’re cut off by Taehyung’s hands suddenly flying to your sides, and your stomach, and you shriek out in laughter from the sensation, falling back onto the couch. Taehyung relentlessly tickles you, until you throw your arms up in defeat, promising him that you’d try not to worry too much, and he grins his box smile in triumph.
You pace around the apartment, muttering to yourself, your arms occasionally flying up in frustration, and Jungkook peers up from his phone in curiosity, furrowing his eyebrows cutely as he wonders what has you so frustrated and seemingly stressed.
“(Y/N)? Why are you mumbling to yourself like a crazy person?” He asks, snickering at the thought of it, and you spin around, glaring at him, not finding the situation amusing at all.
“I’m still not doing great at school, even after all that work I put in, all that studying for nothing and… I can’t.” You slump down onto the couch beside him, and Jungkook turns his head to face you, a look of concern flashing across his eyes.
“If it’s any comfort, I’m not doing too great either, you’re not alone,” he grins his bunny-like smile at him, and you look at him in confusion, your eyebrows now furrowing.
“Why aren’t you stressed then?” You inquire, reaching up to brush his fringe away from his eyes, causing a light pink to flourish on his cheeks, a smile appearing on his face.
“Because,” he starts, “I figured all I need is some help, we should study together (Y/N), that could help?”
You think it over, your stress levels finally beginning to decrease, and you finally break out into a smile, at the thought that this might finally help your grades.
It’s not what he expected at first. The pain. Dean had always known death was painful, but this was different.
It wasn’t like Sam’s or Bobby’s or anyone else’s. It was empty, hollow and utterly numb.
The first week was a blur. No, more like a buzz. The buzz of alcohol, the buzz of voices around him, the buzz of his mind as it tried to handle the situation.
He knew Cas needed to be buried. Sam insisted on a pyre but Dean reeled at the thought. Cas, burning. He’d already seen that once.
Dean remembered crying silently, in the darkness of his room. He didn’t want Sam to see — to see how not okay he was. He’d finally cracked one night when, at Dean’s insistence, they cast a preservation spell on Cas’s body. The tears had flowed then, endlessly streaking his face and reddening his already tired eyes. And sleep didn’t help, and neither did drinking. Nothing would.
Summary: You like to take late night walks to de-stress, you meet a stranger named Bucky who does the same.
Prompt(s): Okay I’m combining two: pandarosita: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky? and an anon request for 64.
93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.” 94. “I had a bad dream again.” Bonus: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”
Warnings: angsty reader
Word Count: 2539
Author’s Note: Okaaay here you go!
You started meeting with Bucky in the park pretty regularly after that.
Sometimes it was light and fun, and you’d maybe meet in time to catch a drink together before the bars closed. Sometimes you’d be brave enough to lean up on your toes to kiss him, or he’d playfully pull you incredibly close, his fingers digging into your side when he discovered just how ticklish you were. Finally, he’d walk you to your door with half-hidden smiles and hushed laughter. On those nights the closeness was tentative and teasing, like a first kiss or an early not-yet-date.
Other times felt heavier. After all, the reason you were out so late, had met at all, was to escape the ghosts that haunted you both in the quiet dark, and some nights they were inescapable, even beneath his comforting gaze or for him the promise of your gentle laughter.
don’t cry tonight after the darkness passes, baby don’t cry tonight it’ll become as if it never happened
You stumble out of the bar, dragging your heels and bag behind you. Your disheveled hair reeks of vodka and mixed cocktails, the smell making you gag every second. It’s 2am on a Tuesday night, and you’re wasted on the empty streets, jobless and abandoned.
The alcohol-suppressed memories dance around your hazy mind, and any recollection of the atrocity that happened this afternoon makes you sick. You wobble through the dark, empty path only lit by a flickering yellow street lamp near the end. Somewhere down the line, your legs give in, and you collapse onto the cold graphite road, making your exposed thighs shiver. You wince and groan, pulling yourself onto the wall of a nearby store, which closed hours ago.
“Just my fucking luck,” you curse at your phone, whose screen remain lifeless. You throw your head back onto the wall and stare at the swirling buildings. How can someone lose everything in one night?