i would have said the silence too but still

Broken Heart

Originally posted by jeffatkinsimagines

The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.

(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.

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anonymous asked:

Tbh kinda want there to be some langst in the form of Matt suddenly showing up and seeming like a the team wanting him to pilot blue lion

Lance didn’t mean to spy on them, okay, nor did he mean overhearing what they were saying. It’s just, he was going for some leftover goo after a well needed shower, and as he was rounding the corner, Shiro’s voice, laced with amusement, reached him and made him stop in his tracks.

“We’re gonna train you like a true paladin of Voltron,” he was chuckling, followed by a oh so familiar ‘oof’, meaning he had just patted the shit out of someone’s shoulder. The someone replied back, a little wheezy “Sure, because that’s exactly what I need” and- of course it was Matt.

Matt Holt, Shiro’s long time friend and companion, Pidge’s brother, miraculously back safe from the failure of the Kerberos mission. Everyone was overjoyed with having him on the ship, rightfully so, and he was a cool guy, with an acquired knowledge of Galra machinery that even the Alteans lacked. Had a smile for everyone, a biting humor that made even Keith laugh, and was also great with technical stuff. Basically, the perfect paladin.

And Lance was happy to have him back, of course, because he had never seen Pidge look so joyful, and Shiro looked less like he was contemplating leaving again to fistfight enemies in the astral plane. It was awesome, even.

But- lately his chest had inexplicably started to feel hollow. He was so happy, except for the constant pressure in the back of his eyes, and an annoying knot in his stomach. And sure, he could feel his control slipping with Blue, like their bond was just an echo of what it had been, like the connection was disturbed by a shitty cable plan, but it was going great. Zarkon was no more, Shiro was back with Matt, and the Galra army was still reorganizing itself, scattered and weak. They would be able to get it over with, finally, and go back home, leave all this shitshow behind and save the universe, whatever.

It only made sense to use every resource they had. And while Lance thought he had hidden his shortcomings well, what if he hadn’t? It didn’t matter. Of course they wanted Matt to pilot Blue in his place, because he was a shitty paladin anyway and wouldn’t it be better for everyone? He just wanted to go home, and him backing down was the faster solution.

So why couldn’t he bring himself to say it? To say, hey, Matt, I’m leaving Blue to you, treat her well, she’s a mighty lady. And why couldn’t his heart stop rabbiting in his chest, growing fangs to bite into his lungs and steal his breath? Why the fuck did he feel so empty?

He was surprised too, when a thud ringed clearly in the silence, and it was him hitting the floor, his legs suddenly giving out.

Confused, he watched two figures approach and- Shiro and Matt were looking at him weirdly, as he scrambled upright again, using the wall as a prop.

“Lance,” Shiro called, and he was frowning “Everything okay? We heard a noise.”

Lance laughed, although humorlessly. “Just tripped!” he lied, and now Matt was smiling, and he couldn’t bear it any longer, could he?

“No case of human slipperies, I hope,” Matt joked, and Shiro gave him a tight lipped, amused stare.

Lance winced. “Naah, I just took my shower a little too hot, I guess.”

Shiro looked relieved at that, but still suspicious, his eyes narrowed. “Good job out there, by the way,” he praised, slowly, clearly trying to make him feel better, and it hurt. Why did it hurt so much?

“A-Ah, of course! You, too,” he tried to hide the grimace behind a bright grin and a wink. An uncomfortable silence fell upon them. Huh. “Well!” he trilled “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my beauty sleep is calling me!” They laughed.

“Sure it is! Get some rest, Lance,” Shiro said, raising his hand to give him what would probably have been a reassuring pat, but Lance practically sprinted away, missing the troubled look Shiro and Matt shared.

Only when the door of his room was firmly closed behind his shoulders he let his legs fail him again, sliding down into a crouched position.

“Fuck,” he managed, low and broken, staring at his feet, as hot tears started streaming down his cheeks, “Fuck.”

interrupted (m) part V

pairing: reader x ???

genre: idek anymore angst? smut?  (i promise there will be more smut in the upcoming chapters)

summary: part 5 of this trash i call a series

word count: 3.9k (specifics: 3,942)

warnings/triggers: fighting, swearing, sexual stuff…

I love you.

Jimin didn’t know what to feel. Did she mean it? Or am I just a second choice… 

The surrounding silence was nauseating, he felt her shift knowing he had to say something but what? He knew one thing for certain and couldn’t lie about it…

I love you too y/n.he couldn’t deny that.

A million thoughts raced through his head as he lay beside you patting the crown of your head gently, staring up at the dark ceiling. He wanted to believe you… but just couldn’t yet. He was always second place to Jungkook. If Jungkook didn’t fuck up, would you still have had said it to him.

He knew it wasn’t the best time to ask if you had meant it, but with his heart ringing in his ears and a tiny voice gnawing at the corners of his mind, he had to ask…  

Mustering up enough courage, he took a deep breathe about to tell you- but bit his tongue when you laid a chaste kiss on his chest. He couldn’t ask now…

Right now, he just wanted to revel in this moment with you; where he was surrounded by your scent, feeling your breath fan against his skin, letting his fingers tangle through the strands of your hair and laying in each other’s warmth as you both settled down to go to sleep.

Goodnight y/n.” He sighed, internally wishing that morning would never come, and drawing you closer.

Goodnight Jimin.” you yawned, nestling closer to him and shutting your eyes to sleep.


The early shades of dawn filtered through the curtains and the incessant buzz of your phone awoke you. If it weren’t for Jimin’s sleepy face being the first thing that you saw through heavy lids, you would’ve of been in the absolute worst mood, but seeing him soundlessly asleep with the amber tint, of the early rising sun, kissing his skin, made you lips curl into a small smile as you unravelled yourself from Jimin’s limp grip and grabbing your phone from your bomber.

From Hana:

Please tell me you’re not too hungover to work today…

From Hana:

I need you :(( boss gave me the whole 11 hours… BY MYSELF >:((

To Hana:

no no i’m completely sober… shoot me.

To Hana:

i’ll come in today, i have a lot to tell you…

From Hana:


Jimin stirred on the bed, you looked up to see him upright with furrowed brows and barely opened lids.

Morning.” you smiled.

It’s cold… what time is it?Why are you up?” he rasped, scratching the back of his neck.


It’s so early.” he groaned, “do you have work?

Mhmm” You hummed in reply, as you walked up to the bed, leaning over to kiss Jimin’s puffy cheek.

y/n…” he whispered scratchily.


He bit his lip, as you perched onto the edge of the soft mattress. His hesitation made your stomach stir slightly.

We need to talk about… this.

What do you mean?” you blinked, that feeling in your stomach become more prominent.

I don’t want to say this, especially not right now… But I can’t ignore it and I can’t let it go on.

What is goin-

Do you really love me?” He blurted. Instantly looking guilty.

Your stomach dropped. You felt the colour drain from your face. What? 

I want to believe you y/n. I really do. But i- i- just don’t know. Something in my head is telling me, that this happened by luck or chance or- or something. That if Jungkook didn’t…you know… you wouldn’t be feeling this way.” You bit the inside of your cheek, at his words. “Please say something so i don’t feel awful.

I-um…” You swallowed thickly. Were you really sure how you felt? Was what Jimin said true?I should get ready for work… Get some sleep okay” You smiled, but Jimin noticed how it didn’t reach your eyes.

I’m sorry.” he muttered, although it felt like a huge weight lift of his shoulders, a vacant look took over his eyes as he watched you disappear behind the locked bathroom door. He groaned as he sank back into bed. He felt so bad. what if he had just fucked up everything with you… But he just couldn’t take how it felt so… forced; Of course he wanted this with you, he always had… but not when it was like this.


Hearing the bell of the coffee shop door, you truly felt as if you could finally breathe. It was like you held your breath as you got ready and crept out the house, not making any possible noise that could wake Jimin up.

Happy birthday.” Hana grinned as she handed you a gift bag. You laughed opening the glittery bag and pulling out what was inside.

More alcohol. Love it.” you joked as you put your stuff away in the cloakroom.

6 slow hours passed, with barely anyone entering the shop. Which gave you plenty of time to catch up with Hana, in between serving the odd customer; and of course that meant telling her everything.

Woah… So… Jungkook and Jimin.” She slowly summarised, more to make sense in her head than to clarify.

Yep.” you sighed.

You hoe.” She joked, lifting up the mood in the empty coffee shop.

Shut the fuck up Hana.”  You replied as you both turned into raging fits of laughter.

Is that Minah as in Kwon Minah?

Um, yeah, why?” You asked, eyebrows arched.

I think I’m going to start working with her tonight…


Yeah, she works at a bar, not at all far from here. I just got a part-time there, and i’m starting tonight.

You slowly nodded, internally wondering how the world was so small that something like that would happen…

Y/n… I get Minah’s pretty and everything, but I don’t understand why Jungkook would do that to you… It just… doesn’t…  add up.

Minah’s a solid 10 and i’m a 2 at best.” You protested, “But i get what you mean, I don’t understand how he could just-

Well i think you’re about to find out…” She whispered, eyes bulging. Following where she subtly pointed at. You turned, your eyes flinching as they caught his. You swallowed harshly, your toes curling into your shoes. You didn’t look up at all, your eyes stood ground,trained onto the cash register.

Welcome to the mocha lab, can i take your order.” You curtly said, fighting temptation to look him, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but it was like you physically couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.


that voice. it just made you want to burst out in tears, as if the uneasy feeling you had in your stomach didn’t want to make to throw up and faint already.

Order something or get out.” you spat, out of the corner of your eye you even saw Hana backing away from the counter and into the cloakroom.

You have every right to hate me but I just need to tal-

Jungkook.” You warned. “I really fucking can’t right now.” You tried so hard to keep the tears at bay.

I’m sorry y/n-” You bit your lip so hard to keep yourself together that you could faintly start to taste blood. “-but please. talk to me.” His voice was so… so… broken. “please y/n i’m begging you. please… i miss you.

Although it was so painful to hear him beg like that, and you still needed answers. You knew you couldn’t. It physically hurt to be near him. Your mind was screaming for an explanation and wanted to just jump in his arms and forgive him… but the heart remembers what the brain forgets… and it raced inside your ribcage, like how it felt when you saw the mess of clothes on the floor, storming in on him and Minah…

I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” You could barely finish the sentence as your voice started to break. After a couple seconds of silence in his hesitation you heard his slow heavy footsteps leave the place.

You immediately sank behind the corner bawling. Hana sprinted over, taking your shivering figure in her arms.

sshh, its okay, shhh.” she whispered as you took deep breaths. “that was so brave. I’m so proud of you.

thank you” you whimpered as you steadily composed yourself. “I can’t even look at him.” you laughed, but inside your heart was straining, as his broken voice rang throughout your mind. “I don’t know if I could ever speak to him again…

As much as i hate to say it… and i totally get you, but you need to talk to him. You need answers y/n… it’s the only way you can really know how you truly feel for either of them. Because it’s not fair on you and it’s not fair on Jimin” 

she was right.

You bit your quivering lip, thinking about Jimin. You couldn’t deny that there was attraction there. And last night. Last night. He put you first in front of everything, he was hurt too but made sure you were the one okay. With him, it’s genuine. It’s decided. It’s real. It’s there. He wouldn’t change his mind or even think to ever betray you like Jungkook. With Jimin before and after the whole Jungkook mess, you felt loved, platonically and romantically. he was your safe haven.

y/n?” Hana said, snapping back into reality. By then you stopped crying. She helped you stand back up. “Are you okay?” she asked, to which you nodded in reply. “I’ll lock up, go home my love, get some rest.” She insisted and you thanked her as you both headed to the cloakroom to get your things.

Good luck with the new barmaid job.” you called out from the door before you left. She gave you small smile as you shut the door.


The sun had set ages ago because of winter, the street were dully lit with street lamps. You pulled your jacket tighter, sighing watching your breath condense and float idly upward. You began the walk home, pulling out your earphones and listening to music. A few steps in, you felt as if someone was following you, you pulled an earphone out and turned to look behind. Your eyes scanned the seemingly deserted street. You felt uneasy, so you abandoned the music as you cautiously continued home.

This time you heard the footsteps, growing faster and faster, and before you could break out into a run you felt a hand grab your wrist. On instinct you turned, and kicked the figure in the genitals. You watched as a familiar figure sink onto the floor bracing themselves in their affected area.

FOR FUCKS SAKE JUNGKOOK!” you screamed, heart racing, annoyed at the fact he had just given you one of the biggest heart attacks of your life.

Okay… I deserved that…” he rasped and he stood up again.

you huffed, but at least this time you could actually look at him without wanting to cry.

Please can we just talk again.” He whined. “I get you hate me. I get you never want to see me again. But please. I don’t want to never see or talk to you again on how things ended.

You felt his stare on you as you remained silent, with your arms folded. You did deserve an explanation.

You have 10 minutes.” You murmured.

A smile lit up Jungkook’s face. It felt so weird, like you hadn’t seen the Jungkook you fell so hard for until now… like he was someone completely different when he slept with Minah. Maybe it was your stubborn delusional heart that wanted to believe that he didn’t because you believed he wouldn’t. It made you just want to delve into his arms and forget that everything happened. But you couldn’t. Because it did.

He grabbed your hand but you flinched away.

This doesn’t mean we’re okay.” You warned.

His face dropped but still, he gave a small smile, “Just follow me then.

Although you looked down to the pavement, you felt his stare on you. He led you down some familiar streets and you couldn’t help but wonder where he was taking you, and why.

You do realise you have 7 minutes left right?” You tutted, finally rolling your eyes and keeping eye contact with him.

We’re here.” He sighed. And when you looked round, you were stunned at where he led you. How did you not notice? This was the park you, Jungkook and Jimin used to always play at when you were children. You subconsciously smiled and walked further in, as if gravity was pulling you there. You were drawn to the swings, and you reminiscently ran your fingers down the metal chain. “How are we for time?” Jungkook grinned, interrupting your flashbacks.

You cleared your throat, embarrassed that you got lost in your thoughts when you should’ve been mad.

Why are we here. This doesn’t change anything.” You spat keeping up the defensive facade, eyebrows knit together.

It’s obvious you remember this place.

Well done for stating the obvious. 5 minutes left Kook.” You scoffed.

Kook.” He laughed and you internally kicked yourself for letting that slip. “Okay, we’re getting somewhere.

You groaned in vexation, like a little kid throwing a tantrum. He sat down on one of the swings and signalled that you do the same. You hesitantly took the other one, but he smiled in victory when you did.

4 minutes.” You warned. His smile dropping once again.

I brought you here, because I need you to remember it.” You furrowed your brows, at his words. It wasn’t until you followed his gaze to the castle play structure, that you shivered. You remember it now.


It was your 6th birthday and you were here with Jimin and Jungkook, it was oddly sunny for a winter day and so the park was crowded with small children like yourselves.

Jimin was racing ahead, climbing up the the ropes to get to the top tower where Jungkook already was, and because you didn’t want to be left alone you followed them up, at a much slower pace, because of your scrawny figure and lack of upper body strength. You had always feared heights but you feared being alone more; and so you struggled and slipped your way to the top where they were.

It was when you got up, you had realised how high you were and panic began to set in. You burst out into tears and Jimin and Jungkook didn’t know what to do.

Go get y/n’s mum.” Jungkook nodded to Jimin, who set off instantly. He then turned to you, who was quivering on the platform. He crouched down. “It’s okay.” He smiled but you just wouldn’t stop screaming and crying. He himself panicked, it was your birthday and he didn’t know what to do and did something impulsively and without thought. He reached forward, grabbed your face and kissed you. You were in a state of complete and utter shock, you forgot about crying. You just stood bug-eyed with Jungkook smushing his face against yours. When Jungkook let go, a huge grin took over his small face. “It worked!” he cheered, while you just remained still, frozen in place as you realised: you just had just both had your first kisses with each other.


You remembered how after, it was like you couldn’t breathe, your heart was going more than 200 miles per hour. You felt a mad hot blush spread throughout your wind-pinched cheeks.

You remember.” He muttered spotting the tinge of red upon the tops of your ears and cheeks.


Look I know nothing I say will ever make up for what I did to you last night y/n. I don’t know why I did it and god I feel so stupid… I know that’s pathetic of me to say, but she was my first ever love, so she had this sort of hold on me and when she came to the house in tears and a blubbering mess and just kissed me… It felt like that moment on the top of the tower and I just didn’t know what to do and I acted on impulse, I forgot about everything like an idiot and ugh… And this-this is going to sound fucked up and unbelievable-but I swear, all I thought about was you.

You don’t expect me to just fall for that are you.” You scoffed.

Not in the slightest. And I wouldn’t blame you if you just left right now either. But I just wanted you to know it was a mistake and I’m so sorry and if i could tell my 6 year old self, I would’ve made you mine right there and then.” Looking into his empty eyes, it broke your heart. “I know it doesn’t make sense, and i fucked up beyond repair but… I love you y/n and I still want you.” Tears started streaming down his face and you felt so guilty that tears started to well in your eyes. In that moment, Jungkook grabbed your wrist, you excelled forward and he pressed his lips against yours; and just as you were about to give into the temptation of melting into the kiss, he pulled away. “I’m not going to keep you any longer.” He muttered, but held you a little longer. “Goodnight my love.” He whispered before he walked away. You bit the inside of your lip as you watched his back disappear into the night.


You groaned as you opened the front door to the apartment, tossing your bag and Hana’s gifted wine on the couch. The walk home was miserable. You were more confused with how you felt for either of them.

Jimin?” You called out, but was met with silence. You got your phone out and realised you had 5 missed calls and 14 texts from him. At least he didn’t just leave… Still you were overwhelmed with incoming feelings, you flopped onto your bed, you felt as if you could just bawl for hours just to release everything. You wanted to scream at how confusing and fucked up things were. You shot a text at Jimin saying you were home and if he could come back after Jaebum’s ‘guy’s night’, you took of your coat and threw it onto the floor, but it landed with a slight thud that made you jump slightly. The only thing in your jacket was your phone. Curiousity flooded your sense so you jumped up and fished something out of your pocket.

It was a small gift-bag labelled:

It was meant for yesterday - kook


Hana POV.

Hana had worried about you getting home, on her walk to the bar. She had just gotten out of one uniform and wasn’t at all excited to jump into a new one. The laid back buzz of the bar lifted her spirits slightly, as she entered, the overall decoration and atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed than what you would expect from a normal one. is this like high class level for a bar?

Hana Kim?

She nodded as she turned to the voice, finding Minah leaning over the bar counter.

You’re late.

She was taken back by Minah’s bratty attitude. It’s literally 7:17. i was 2 minutes late. For matter of first impressions and the sake of actually keeping the job, she answered with,

I’m sorry.

Yeah, don’t be late again.” Minah snapped. I’m going to kill her… Hana thought as she put up a tight lipped smile and nodded.

Here’s your uniform, change in the staff toilets for today, but we expect you to show up in that. okay?

And again… because her mother had taught her ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.’… she just smiled and nodded.


The uniform wasn’t anything special, but it was formal: a white collared shirt, dress pants, black suspenders and a gold name badge. She fixed her hair and re-touched on her makeup before hanging her stuff up in the cloakroom and finally finding her place behind the bar counter.

It wasn’t long till Minah came back from serving a table, coming back to train her on how to make different cocktails, where the different glasses were kept, which tables were where and more on the job.

Got it all.” Minah smiled, more out of common courtesy, but it was easily readable in her eyes that she did not like Hana one bit.

Yeah, thank you.there came the tight lipped smile again.

Any questions, just come find me.” Minah added before slipping away to a table. As if… Hana rolled her eyes as she walked back to her place at the bar counter.

Can I get a- Oh my god, Hana.

She looked up to find Jimin with a half smile and half surprised look on his face.

Hey.” She smiled back.

You work here now? What happened to The Mocha Lab barista job with y/n?

That’s for the daytime, i work here at-

Jimin hi!” Minah sang, shoving herself in front of you. Where the fuck did she come from? she was all the way at the other side of the room??. Hana internally laughed at the scene. “What can I get you~” Minah carried on. This is disgusting, Hana thought, backing up, it was clear Minah didn’t want her there.

Um Hana’s already getting me a whiskey on the rocks thanks.” Jimin replied, making Hana stop with Minah shooting daggers at her.

Hana… darling.darling?Could you get some more Whiskey glasses from the back?” Although it may have sounded nice, her stare made it seem like an order. Hana glanced down and saw a whole row of Whiskey glasses by Minah’s knees. But to avoid anything happening, she just did as she was told.

Hana came back with a tray of Whiskey glasses and placed them on the counter by Minah.

Oh my bad, I forgot we had a whole row of them…” Minah faked laughed, making Hana sick… “Just stack them with the rest.

Where’s Jimin?” Hana asked, hiding her sarcasm, sounding like she actually want to start a conversation, whilst she organised the decorative glasses.

Back there with his friends.” Minah replied ogling at the table in the far right corner. “we’re like a thing.

Hana wanted to burst out laughing… Jimin was with you (well ish) only one boy makes that mistake and that just so happened to be Jungkook already. Jimin wouldn’t ever.

Really…” Hana gasped, secretly enjoying the fact Minah was oblivious to the fact Hana knew everything. Hana stood up again from crouching, readying her phone in her pocket to sneak off and tell you everything. “I need the loo, excuse me.” and when Minah nodded, she was off.

Hana rushed into the bathroom ringing you. Pick up, pick up, pick up, this is so funny…

I’m sorry but the person you’re calling-

Hana sulked as she tried again, but with no answer, she contemplated texting you but wanted to wait to tell you in person to see your reaction.

She walked back to the bar, surprised to find Minah not there.

Where’d she go?

And that’s when Hana heard her shrill giggle. She looked to where it came from and fell gob-smacked at the sight.

Hana didn’t want to believe it, but seeing the way Jimin’s arms wrapped around Minah’s figure as they kissed, Hana raised her phone…

To y/n:






and of course: stay horny, stay shook, and stay safe ;)

eliza out



anonymous asked:

Number 16 with jungkook please :)

Prompt: “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.”

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst + (eventual) Fluff

Summary: You drop by BigHit to check on your boyfriend, Jungkook, when you find him in a compromising position with another girl.

Word count: 1.1k


You pulled your hood tighter around your head as you walked through the pouring rain. The sun had set almost an hour ago, and a deep chill was settling into your bones.

You and Jungkook were supposed to have met for dinner two hours ago. In the four months you had been dating him, Jungkook had forgotten or been late to numerous dates. Of course, you forgave him easily. You knew his role in BTS would always be prioritized over your relationship, and that was something you supported.

But you thought you should drop by the BigHit building, just to let him know you were going to head home.

By the time you reached the back entrance of the BigHit building, you were shaking like a leaf. The heavy rain had drenched through your coat completely. Typing in the punch code Jungkook had given you, you slipped into the building.

You found yourself in the back of the lobby. To your left, there was a staircase leading up. You hurried up the stairs, wincing as the sound of your wet, squeaky shoes bounced throughout the building.

The practice rooms were on the third floor, and that’s where you figured Jungkook would be. As you entered the familiar hallway, you were met by a sweat-drenched Hoseok.

“Oh, Y/N!” Hoseok exclaimed with a sunny smile. He swung a damp arm around your shoulders, and you scrunched your nose as you ducked away from the sweaty man. “Looking for Jungkook?”

“Yep,” you replied, your attempts to escape Hoseok’s embrace failing. “Do you know where he is?”

“He should be in the last room down the hall,” he said. Then he looked at you and frowned. “Are you alright? You’re freezing.“ There was a pause as the gears turned inside Hoseok’s head. “Did Jungkook forget another date?” Hoseok accused, disappointment clouding his expression. You nodded sheepishly. “This kid! Don’t worry, I’ll talk some sense into him.”

“Don’t worry,” you laughed, finally slipping out of Hoseok’s arms. “I’m not upset. Just want to let him know I’m going home.”

Hoseok nodded and shooed you away, but his features were still pinched with worry.

You hurried down the hall, feeling your heart flutter with the prospect of seeing Jungkook. As you neared the last practice room, you could hear the low thrum of music playing from inside. Once you reached the door, you turned the handle and slipped inside the room.

The sight that met you had your heart plummeting.

Jungkook was lying on the ground, on top of another girl–one of BigHit’s trainees. His arms bracketed her head, supporting his weight so that his body didn’t fall on her. Both of their heads turned towards you at the sound of the door opening.

Jungkook’s eyes widened as they met yours. He scrambled to his feet, fear evident on his face, and he jumped to explain himself.

However, you didn’t want to hear any of it. Spinning on your heel, you rushed out of the room. Everything seemed to wash away–you couldn’t see or hear anything. You could only feel, and it felt like Jungkook had just ripped your heart out with is bare hands. A quiet sob fell from your lips.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed yours and pulled you backwards. The same hands turned your body, leaving you and Jungkook face to face. His panicked eyes searched yours, remorse written all over his face.

“Y/N, stop,” he begged, his voice rough. “Please don’t cry. Just-just listen to me.”

“Give me one reason not to turn around and walk away right now,” you cried, your voice breaking.

Jungkooks hands immediately jumped to your face, cupping it gently. He wiped away the tears that fell. “I love you, Y/N,” Jungkook choked out, his eyes watering, too. It was the first time he had ever said it. “I love you so fucking much. I’m so, so sorry. I swear-I swear on my life I would never hurt you like this.”

“Then how can you explain what I just saw?” you whispered, weakening in Jungkook’s warm embrace.

“I was just helping that trainee with a dance when we collided and fell,” Jungkook explained hurriedly, drawing you in closer once he realized you were listening. “It’s for a stage happening in two months, I swear. Y/N, y-you have to know. I love you. You’re everything to me. I would never give up what we have.”

“Okay,” you breathed, your head dropping. “Okay.”

Finally, Jungkook pulled your trembling frame completely into his arms. He tucked you against his chest, arms wrapping around you protectively.

“Do you forgive me? Fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please,” Jungkook said hoarsely, his voice shaking as if he was crying, too. “I’ll never hurt you again, I swear. Don’t leave me, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’m sorry.”

“I-I forgive you,” you replied after a few moments of silence. Sobs were still wracking through you, but you could feel your shattered heart piecing itself back together. “It’s okay. I believe you.”

Jungkook hugged you tighter, if that was possible, and began pressing kisses against the top of your head. “Y/N, why are you so cold?” Jungkook asked, finally taking in your state properly. “You’re drenched.”

“We planned a date today,” you explained hesitantly, your voice muffled as you pressed further into the nook of Jungkook’s neck. “We were supposed to have dinner awhile ago.”

“Shit,” Jungkook cursed. He pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours. “Were you waiting for me? That’s why you came?”

You nodded slightly, and felt Jungkook’s body shake as he tried to contain his own tears.

“I’m a fucking mess, Y/N,” Jungkook spat, disgusted with himself. “I don’t deserve you, not now not ever. How can you still be mine?”

You tilted your head up and placed a gentle kiss on Jungkook’s lips. “I forgive you,” you repeated. “Nobody’s perfect, and I don’t expect you to be.”

“No,” Jungkook argued, “you’re perfect, Y/N. You’re so fucking perfect. I just don’t understand.”

“I’m not perfect, either,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s neck, “but maybe we’re perfect for each other. I love you, Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook returned your smile with one that was a thousand times brighter. He lifted you up easily, kissing you fully on the mouth. This kiss tasted like tears and rainwater, but it was the best you’d ever had.

“I’ll make it up to you, Y/N,” Jungkook promised once you pulled apart. “I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life.”

- Girl in Luv

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Meant to Be - Part Two: Hey

All Parts

Pairing: jamilton (Hamilton x Jefferson)

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well. (Also Modern High School AU)

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl

Word Count: 1912

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, allusions to suicide

A/N: OKAY Y’ALL, first off: thank you so much for all the amazing love and support you’ve given this fic already! it means so much to me and i am so truly grateful for all of you. second: I really hope you enjoy this chapter, and I’ll keep trying to put one out every other day! 

that’s all, enjoy  <3




Alexander glared at the writing on his arm, feeling his anger building as he walked back home in a blind rage. He bounded up the stairs to his apartment, trying to ignore the writing that was covering his arm.

Please talk to me

I’m sorry





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Promises - Happy Lowman

Requested by @chaosmieu

List#9: 7, 9, & 10 - Happy♡

7. “Please stop getting my hopes up. Just stop!”

9. “I’m not a fantasy. If you want me, earn me!”

10. “Sit there, watch me choose you. Watch me earn you.”

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Worrisome - Tommy Shelby

You discuss babies with Tommy, he’s more on board than you expected. 

Worrisome - Tommy Shelby | part of the Able series

“Esme is having another baby.” You commented, glancing over at Tommy as he prepared for bed. You had been round his brother’s house earlier in the day to help Esme with the kids and she told you that she was pregnant.  

“They have enough trouble with five, what makes them think six will be easier?” Tommy replied, pausing halfway down unbuttoning his shirt. 

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waitingforeleven  asked:

Hello, my friend! For your ficlet giveaway, how about FS + THE CROWN :D (any scene/moment you want!) Thanks for doing this! <3

@whatlighttasteslike​ *heavy sigh* do I thank you or scold you for enabling me? XP I had so much fun writing this - but now it’s gonna end up being a full (if shortish) fic at some point when I finish my vastly delayed FSSV present. <3
{Much of this scene includes dialogue from the first episode.}
Anniversary Ficlet 3/8.
Rated G. FitzSimmons. “The Crown” (Queen Elizabeth & Prince Philip) AU.

The room’s familiar gilding served as no distraction for Jemma as she paced the elaborate carpet that adorned the floor. Her dress swished around her legs, and she resisted the urge to curl her fingers into the cream-colored fabric. That would not be ladylike. Voices droned on in the room across the hall, and although she knew that it would be seen as very improper for her to be present or even eavesdrop, the latter was precisely what she was trying to do. It just didn’t seem fair for her to be excluded from such an important occasion; but, that’s just how things were done, and Crown Princess Jemma Simmons was excellent at following royal protocol. She’d been an expert ever since she was a child, and she wasn’t going to stop now. Still, she paced back and forth in front of the drawing room door, managing to catch a handful of words:

…From henceforth, he will be known as Lieutenant Leopold James Fitz, Royal Navy. Leopold Fitz, I grant you and the heirs, male of your body, lawfully begotten, the dignities of Baron Greenwich, Earl of Meioneth and Duke of Edinburgh, and Knight Companion of our Most Noble Order of the Garter.”

Reserved applause sounded through the hallway, and Jemma realized that she was grinning in an entirely unseemly way, but she couldn’t convince herself to stop. When she accidentally caught the eye of a nearby butler, she quickly tried to school her face into an expression of polite contentment, and gave him a nod. Then she turned on her heel and paced back to the other side of the room, wholly impatient for the men’s congratulating to finish so that she could finally, finally see her fiancé.

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anonymous asked:

Honestly you seem like a very sweet person so I hope you can help me cope with my EDF (extremely depressive fictophilia) of Anakin/Vader. Everytime I think of him, I feel so bad that he doesn't care for himself, hasn't felt love in so long, has been treated so horribly by everyone... It doesn't help that I'm hopelessly in love with this guy. Ever since Conversations came out, I've been depressed because of Anakin feels alone. Help me Kae, you're my only hope.

I’m so very sorry about how long this took. It was the end of the semester, crazy with finals and getting things sorted for graduation.

This is set in my “Vader lives” AU that I started with the three sentence fics. Basically, ROTJ plays out like canon, except Luke gets his father to the Alliance in time to save his life.

Palpatine had been dead for two years. Two years today, in fact, Luke remembered shortly after he had woken up and saw the date on his bedroom’s chrono. Two years since the confrontation on the second Death Star, since the Emperor’s lightning had licked across his body and left pale scars that were visible even now, since he had dragged his redeemed father to the Alliance and demanded that they save his life. Two years since the declaration of the New Republic and his father’s second rebirth, this time as informant and military advisor to Chancellor Mothma. That had taken some convincing, and there were still many people unhappy about it, but Mothma had remembered Anakin, and it had allowed for a peace agreement to be struck with the Imperial remnant. He was too valuable to destroy, especially when Luke had thrown his fate in with his father’s. Anakin hadn’t exactly been pleased about that, but Luke knew that gamble had gone a long way towards saving his father’s life. No one was willing to kill or imprison or exile the Hero of Yavin and the last Jedi just to get rid of Vader.

Luke slipped out of his room and walked across the small apartment he shared with his father, heading for the kitchen. They could have easily afforded something larger, even considering that Anakin had donated a significant portion of his fortune to helping the New Republic get set up, as yet another sign of his goodwill. But neither Anakin nor Luke was used to extravagance, and their apartment was cozy and nice, and it meant they were constantly within seconds of each other. Just in case.

Anakin was already in the kitchen, making breakfast, standing with his back to Luke as he attended whatever was on the stove. He was always awake earlier than Luke, no matter when Luke got up, and he supposed Anakin still hadn’t gotten used to sleeping a normal amount of hours in a night. And they both still had nightmares, though the intensity and frequency seemed to be decreasing, if gradually.

“Good morning, Father,” Luke said, as he walked in. There was a mug of hot chocolate sitting in front of his place at the table, wisps of steam rising from it, and Luke grinned. He walked past it though, and ducked under his father’s arm, giving him a quick hug.

Anakin pulled him closer. “Good morning, Luke.” His voice was still quiet and raspy, the medics hadn’t been able to do anything about the damaged vocal cords, but between getting him proper medical care and Luke’s limited knowledge of Force healing, they’d been able to fix his lungs so he no longer needed to depend on life support. Luke knew that was a huge relief for his father, who was finally free of the mask and suit that Palpatine had put him in 23 years before. And Luke was glad to be able to actually see his father’s face. The scarring hadn’t healed much; there wasn’t a lot the medics had been able to do, but Luke didn’t care. The brief moment of horror he had felt when he first saw Anakin’s face had been at the thought of the pain the injuries must have caused, not at the sight of him. His acceptance of his father’s appearance helped Anakin be less self-conscious about it.

“One of these days, you will have to let me do the cooking, Father,” Luke said, knowing full well that even if his father agreed now, he would never actually let him.

“Maybe tomorrow,” his father said. Luke nudged him with his elbow and slipped out from under his arm. He walked back to the table and picked up his mug. It was still pleasantly warm, and he took a tentative sip. It didn’t scald his tongue, but it wasn’t too cold either. Perfect.

His father turned the stove off and carried their breakfast plates over to the table. They ate in comfortable silence, and once they had finished, Luke’s hand drifted down to his pocket.

“I, um, have something for you,” he said, not quite looking at his father. He pulled the two tickets out of his pocket and held them below the table. “I thought, it’s been two years, and we could use a break from the whole rebuilding-the-Galaxy thing and celebrate. I don’t know your birthday, but today’s as good a day as any, right?” Now he looked up to see his father staring at him curiously. Luke took a breath and held the tickets up, speaking quickly. “They’re running an annual race to commemorate the birth of the New Republic and fall of the Empire, and I thought you might enjoy going… with… me… What?”

Anakin was biting his lip, trying not to laugh, but his blue eyes were sparkling with embarrassed amusement. He raised his own gloved hand, holding two identical tickets. Luke groaned and dropped his head to the table just as his father lost control and started laughing.

Okay, so I can’t write pure fluff. A bit of angst always worms its way in, but I tried to make it cute and happy for you.

More Than You Could Ever Imagine-- Draco Malfoy imagine

Surprise, I’m posting something. I found some drafts I might as well post, seeing as though you might not see me writing again. So stay tuned??

Request: can you do something with draco or one of the weasley twins where the reader admits their feelings for them but they have a gf or something? I need some angst…..


Your hands shook like an earthquake. Your heart raced like the thunder rolling outside. The threat of rain matched the inevitable outcome of rejection.

Draco was your best friend. How stupid were you to think he would feel the same about you too? You were the one in the first place to help Pansy ask him out. Just now you were punching yourself in the face for convincing her to like him. Only after seeing her embrace him and kiss his luscious lips did you realize that should have been you.

You left your dorm room, ignoring the fact that Pansy was gushing about her boyfriend to you. You needed to stop, needed air in your lungs again. Needed to get this over with. The stone floors of the Slytherin common room tingled against your feet but you couldn’t feel it. Your emotions made you feel colder than the stone beneath you. Exiting the dorm, you gasped in both surprise and dread when you nearly bumped into the snarky devil himself.

“Sorry, Y/N.” A smile drew Draco’s lips upwards when he saw his best friend. You pinched your lips together to stop them from trembling.

“Going to see Pansy?” You ask with as much strength as you can manage.

“I was coming to see you, actually.” He nervously smiled. “I, um,” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. Then he sighed and looked you in the eyes, “I wanted to ask what I should get Pansy for her birthday.”

“Oh…” You twirl your thumbs around each other, and you winged your answer,
Perhaps a necklace? Or earrings. But, Dray– Draco, I need to talk to you.”

“Can it wait for a second? I just wanted to say goodnight to Pansy.”

If he left now, your courage would disappear. You were no Gryffindor; that courage may never come back. You grab Draco’s bicep when he moved to pass you. “No. No, I’m sorry. It has to be now because if you leave now I will never be able to tell you how I feel. Ever.”

You take a shuddering breath. But you don’t notice the blood drain from Draco’s face.


“Draco, listen. I know you’re with Pansy. I helped her earn your heart, and you deserve her. You really do, but I have to tell you that I wish I earned it first. You don’t have to love me back, but I do need you to know that I’m not trying to make you feel guilty for loving Pansy.”

Draco stared dumbly at your face. This you couldn’t take. The waiting, the silence, the gnawing feeling that you knew he didn’t feel the same.

“Y/N…” Draco closed his eyes for a few seconds and pinched the bridge of his nose. The tears welled up around your eyes.

“Ya’ know what? Don’t say anything. I was stupid for hoping this would work out. I knew this wasn’t going to change your mind. I…I didn’t know what I was thinking anyways. Only bad can come of this. Goodnight, Malfoy.”

Maybe you hoped he would latch onto your hand and pull you in for a kiss and tell you felt the same. Or maybe he would yell at you for keeping this from him for so long. You didn’t know how you wanted him to react, but you didn’t want the chilly silence that radiated from him. So you kept walking, despite all the things you wanted–needed–to tell him. But he said nothing. Nothing. Draco Malfoy remained statue-still, thinking about the words you were brave enough to speak aloud. He thought about them until he knew he should have told you how he felt too. Draco Malfoy was in love with you. He kept replaying your words until you were out of sight. Until he was sure that you would never hear the words he uttered.

“Oh, Y/N…I love you more than you could ever imagine.”

But unlike you, Draco would never find the bravery he needed to admit it.


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Always a Bridesmaid 10/10

So this is the last chapter, I’d like to thank you everyone of you who took the time to read, like and comment - it really meant the world to me. Thank you so so much! I really hope you enjoy the chapter. This and all previous chapters are also available on AO3.

Thanks so much to @mel-loves-all for the beautiful edit and to @almondblossomme for proofing and suggestions!

                                            Chapter 10: My Always

When Felicity pulled into her driveway after a long day at work she couldn’t wait to snuggle up with Oliver for a relaxing evening.  This was the first evening in a while that they would both be home. And while moving Smoak Technologies to Star City was the best idea, it of course came with problems that needed to be solved.

As she walked into the house she pulled the elastic from her hair to de-ponytail. Yum, she could smell something good cooking. “Oliver, honey, where are you?”

“In the kitchen,” he called out.

She wandered into the kitchen and saw him checking the chicken in the oven. As he closed the oven door, she walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist and placed her face against his back, “I miss you,” she mumbled.

Oliver reached around for her, moving her to his front and gave her a kiss that showed her that he felt the same. He pulled back for a moment and then went back in for one small kiss. “I missed you too. How was your day?”

“Long! But so much better now that I’m home with you.” She walked over to take down a wine glass.

“Red or white?” Oliver asked.

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requested: “Can you do an imagine about the media talking about how shawn cheated on you and how toxic y/n’s relationship with shawn and then y/n started getting worried and its just fluffy and cute.”

authors note: i hope this is okay. i know what it’s like to have people constantly talk about your love life and giving you a bad rep and all that. i’ve experienced it, and i can’t imagine what it would be like to date shawn, where people would constantly be talking about your relationship with him. i didn’t write about him cheating on y/n bc i wrote this the other day and told myself that i was gunna incorporate the cheating part but i’ve been sick, and i was feeling kinda lazy on editing this imagine and adding more stuff to it. i sincerely apologize and hope u enjoy this imagine anyway tho.

“Reasons why Shawn Mendes shouldn’t be dating Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Treat You Better singer Shawn Mendes, supposedly breaking things off with long time girlfriend Y/N.”

You read multiple headlines and articles talking about your relationship with Shawn. You’ve been dating Shawn for a while so you were usually used to the media making up dumb rumors for attention. But lately you and Shawn haven’t exactly been on the same page, and it looked like the media could tell. The articles didn’t bother you that much, it was mostly what his fans had to say that hurt.

@/shawnmendesfanacc: ok but shawn doesn’t seem happy lately and i’m kinda worried it’s bc of y/n

@/shawnmendesfanacc2: guys shawn hasn’t posted any pictures of y/n on his snapchat lately and if that doesn’t worry u idk what will

Most of his fanbase was supportive of your relationship and so you had seen other tweets from them saying nice things to him, and wishing him well. Other tweets you saw were even wishing you well, and saying things like “I hope Shawn and Y/N are okay. They’ve been together for so long, they need each other.”

They were right about that. You did need each other, but they were also right about him not seeming that happy lately. You and Shawn haven’t had any huge arguments or anything, but lately you were just bickering about stupid things that for some reason got in the way of your relationship. You had told him several times that you thought it was the distance, but he only denied you. You were worried. Worried about him, worried about your relationship.

After reading several articles and viewing subscribed snapchat stories, you decided you’d had enough. Your relationship with Shawn was real, and you were both always honest with each other, so you figured if you just told Shawn how you felt, then maybe he’d understand. And so you wiped any tears from your eyes and picked up your phone to dial Shawn’s number.

Surprisingly, he answered almost immediately saying, “Hey love.”

"Shawn.” You said quietly and paused for a small second thinking of how you were going to say what you wanted to say.

"I know this might be dumb but like, have you seen all the recent articles and crap that have been put out about us? And not to mention what your fans are saying. Look, I know lately we haven’t been on the same page, and I’m sorry about that. But you haven’t exactly said anything about it, and it makes me feel like you don’t care, I don’t know. All I’m saying is, if you wanna end things then we can but like.. Why haven’t you said anything Shawn!!??“ You were getting a little frustrated and you probably sounded overdramatic but you didn’t care. This is how you felt, and you wanted him to know.

You heard Shawn let out a quiet laugh through the phone and that frustrated you even more.

"Oh so you think I’m joking or something?” You said trying not to lose it.

“No baby, of course not. Listen okay? You’re right, we haven’t been on the same page lately. But guess what darling? All relationships are like this. I’m not gunna leave you just because you yelled at me for not eating dinner, or because we don’t agree on global warming.” You chewed on your lip as your boyfriend spoke. You opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off.

“And the media can suck it. Those articles are what’s worrying my fans, making them think that I’m not happy or whatever. I thought about tweeting something about it but I didn’t wanna cause any drama of some sort. But maybe now I will. Either way Y/N, the media is always going to talk. Whether it be about my happiness or yours, or ours. But I’ll still love you. Always.” And with that, you felt so much better. Shawn’s sweet rambling always warmed your heart and it made you feel better to know that he probably hasn’t said anything about all this, was because he honestly wasn’t worried about any of it. Your silly arguments would never get in the way of his love for you and that made you happy to know.

“I love you too.” Was all you could think to say.

There was some small silence over the phone when suddenly a Twitter notification went off. You pulled your phone away from your ear to look at your screen. It was Shawn, tweeting a link to one of those articles, but putting a caption above it.

@/ShawnMendes: sorry “People” magazine but, y/n and i are still together! actually, i’m missing her terribly right now haha

“Shawnnn, I miss you too.” You said through the phone, your heart fluttering. You were lucky to have someone like Shawn who you knew would always come through during small rough patches like this.

Stay Awake

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1 500

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: The reader is badly hurt, there is blood and the possibility of death. If you’re not comfortable with stuff like that please proceed with caution.

Summary: The reader is badly hurt and Dean confesses his love for her when he’s afraid she might die.

Author’s Note: So I started writing this fic as an Imagine this morning but it kind of got away from me and now we have a One Shot! It was originally going to be short and “Imagine Dean confessing his love for you when you’re badly hurt on a hunt.” but now it’s 1 500 words, oops! So this obviously isn’t a request but I’m still excited about it, so enjoy!  –xoxo Katie

If you want to read any of my other fics please feel free to check out my Masterlist.

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       “Y/N!” Dean’s voice rang in your ears as your knees hit the ground, the whole world tilting as you fell. You felt warm blood seeping through the fingers you had pressed against your side as you braced for impact on the hard dirt ground, but instead were greeted by Dean’s strong arms. “Y/N,” Dean said again, brushing a piece of hair out of your face and then pressing his hand on the wound where your fingers had now fallen away. You cried out at the contact but didn’t move - you knew he had to stop the bleeding, even in your bleary state.

       “Dean?” You turned your head towards his chest and tasted blood as you spoke.

       “I’m here, Y/N, I’m here.” His voice sounded panicked and his eyes were wide. You tried to focus on his face but your eyelids felt heavy. “You have to stay awake, Y/N, please! Look at me!” He gripped your shoulders and pulled you against him. “Stay awake!”

       “I’m fine, Dean,” you mumbled, though you doubted he heard you over his yelling for Sam to get the car. “I’m okay…”

       Dean’s attention quickly snapped back to you and you saw tears welling up in his eyes, even as darkness started to bloom in the corners of your vision. You reached for his hand with your shaky, blood-soaked one. He didn’t try to pull away.

       “You have to stay awake, Y/N, please,” his voice broke, “just a few more minutes.” You tried to squeeze his hand but you were too weak, and instead ended up disconnecting from him completely. Dean inhaled sharply and pulled your limp arm against his chest, your hand over his heart. The rhythm was soothing. “Please, Y/N, you can’t leave me.”

      You’d never seen Dean act like this, so open and vulnerable. It took incredible effort but you managed to say, “I’m okay, Dean,” and pulled the corners of your mouth up in a tight smile.

      Dean shook his head and closed his eyes, tears running down his cheeks. “You’re not okay, you were hit bad Y/n, we’ve gotta get you to a hospital.”

      You opened your mouth to speak but never got farther than that, your lips hanging open as your head lolled off to the side. Not quite unconscious, but so, so tired…

      “Y/N!” Dean shook your shoulders a little harder than he probably should have, then yelled for Sam to hurry up. His deep voice boomed in your ears, yet still seemed so far away. “Y/N please, you can’t leave me, not now, not before I…” he choked on his words and you managed to open your eyes just long enough to look into his, a silent nudge to say whatever he needed to say. You knew you didn’t have long now, and so did he. Another tear slid down his cheek. “You can’t leave me before I tell you that … I love you.”

      Everything slowed.

      You weren’t sure if that was from the blood loss or what Dean said but the world seemed to grind to a halt around you, everything falling away except the man holding you against his chest. Dean Winchester. The love of your life, the reason you got out of bed in the morning, the person who made you want to keep fighting an uphill battle, loved you.

      You felt tears welling up in your eyes that you were powerless to stop, tears that you had somehow managed to keep at bay when a deadly hole was torn through your side but couldn’t possibly think of stopping when the reality of what you were about to lose was so clear and terrifying. Dean. You were about to lose Dean, and he was about to lose another person he cared about, another person he loved.


      No. He wasn’t going to lose you, not today, not ever.

      With all your remaining strength you lifted your hand and bunched it up in the front of Dean’s plaid shirt, pulling him down as close to you as you could – though you knew you didn’t really do much, and your hand was a dead weight more than anything else – and said, “I – love you – too,” between shaky breaths. For the briefest second Dean’s eyes seemed to light up, a quick exhale punctuating his momentary joy, but that joy was quickly replaced with fear as your eyes slid shut and your body went limp in his arms. The darkness closed in and you drifted into unconsciousness, the rumble of the Impala’s engines being the lullaby that sung you to sleep.

      You woke up to the uncomfortably familiar beeping of a heart monitor and a pounding in your head that made you squint your eyes. The room you were in was decked out in white, the sheets passably soft and the mattress only slightly lumpy. A hospital. You hated hospitals, even though as a hunter you found yourself in them more often than you’d like, you still never got used to the weird smell or the idea that you were supposed to let a complete stranger stab you with needles and drag thread through you skin.

      Everything hurt.

      Your eyes drifted down to the IV in your arm that you longed to pull out, but you knew that was a bad idea and left if it, then looked to your other side. To your surprise you found a bigger, calloused hand wrapped around your own, a hand that was attached to a sleeping Dean Winchester. Your chest felt tight. You heard the heart monitor beeping faster than it was a few seconds ago and the memories of what happened came flooding back to you. Getting shot, Dean holding you so close you could have kissed him right there, and…

      Dean stirred when your fingers twitched against his own and the relief on his face when he saw you made your heart swell. Dean Winchester, the love of your life, the man who loved you, was staring at you with the kind of adoration that could never be adequately put into words.

      You let out a breathy laugh and smiled at Dean broadly, pleased to find you no longer had the coppery taste of blood on your tongue when you started to speak. “Dean, how long have you been sitting there?” Your voice sounded gravelly and you wondered how long it had been since you talked last.

      “Almost 24 hours,” he said with a grave expression. You felt a crushing guilt for doing that to him, even though you knew there was nothing you could have done to stop it. “I was so worried you weren’t going to make it that I…”

      You were suddenly gripped by fear. “You didn’t make any deals did you?!”

      Dean’s eyes softened at that and he squeezed your hand as he spoke, a gesture you were happy you finally had the strength to return. “No, I didn’t do anything stupid. But if you hadn’t pulled through, Y/N,” he looked down at your joined hands, “I don’t know what I would have done.”

      You inched over on the bed and made a space for him, pulling on his hand to tell him to move. You couldn’t say anything because you both knew exactly what he would have done, and the reality of that was too much to deal with right now. So instead you leaned against his chest and put your hand on his heart, the steady beat still calming.

      After sitting in silence for a few minutes Dean finally spoke, asking the question you knew had been weighing on his mind since he found out you were going to be okay and it was alright to think about such things. “Y/N?” he started cautiously. You made a humming noise in reply. “Do you remember anything from before you blacked out? Anything I said?” You smiled at his shyness and sat up slightly, ignoring the pain in your side where the bandages were wrapped.

      “I love you, too, Dean Winchester.” You said while looking into his eyes. Then without giving him a chance to speak you pressed your lips against his own, to which he immediately responded and placed his hand on the side of you face, avoiding your waist so he wouldn’t hurt you.

      Your lips moved against his, the kiss slow and meaningful, but before you got any further the door to your room banged open and Sam burst in, clearly too relieved that you were okay to care about the fact that you were currently making out with his brother. You reluctantly pulled away from the eldest Winchester and watched as Sam took the seat Dean had been in when you woke up.

      You and Dean didn’t say anything else as Sam talked but you moved back down and leaned against his side, savoring his smell and warmth.

      You were alive, Dean was alive, and you loved each other. Nothing could bring you down now. Nothing.

SUICIDAL (part II) - Jughead Jones x reader

I opened my eyes, to see the brunette boy above me, making pressure on the wound that crossed my wrist. He was saying something, but I wasn’t sure what it was. I heard my name as an echo. I felt a tear on my cheek. I thought it was mine until I heard his sob.
“Y/n?” he asked weakly. He began to mumble things, or I thought he was mumbling.
I was too tired to pay attention. Too tired to cry. Too tired to breathe. I wanted to sleep, to close my eyes and don’t wake up.
I tried to part his hand from my wrist, but I didn’t have any forces.
“Just… Let me go” I murmured. I felt another tear, this time on my forehead. I heard a door opening and screams. Then, I passed out again.

I saw how her eyes closed again. And I felt tears burning my eyes. I was sure that if she couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t neither. However, I didn’t stop pressing her weak wrist.
“Y/n!” I heard Cheryl screaming behind me. Her mother tear me apart and began to make pressure by herself, ordering Cheryl and me to call to the hospital.
When the doctors came, Y/n had already lost too much blood. We all went to the hospital and, while Cheryl and her mother entered in Y/n’s quarters, I stayed on a chair in the hall.
I waited for three hours, until I saw Cheryl exiting the room. Our gazes crossed and she began to walk in my direction. I thought she was going to punch me, but instead, she embraced me briefly.
“thank you, Jughead.” I nodded whipping a tear away from my cheek.
“how is she?” I asked, with my throat dry. I look to the floor.
“she’s conscious. She wants to see you.” the girl told me. “that’s why I’m here. She’s sent me to look for you.” we headed Y/n’s room and Cheryl and her mother left me with Y/n. I still had my right hand covered by Y/n’s blood, so I tried to hide it behind me.
I opened my eyes and I saw Cheryl besides me and my mother in front of the bed. Cheryl was trying to not cry in front of me. She was trying to me strong, to seem angry. But she wasn’t. She was happy that I was alive.
“Y/n, I thought you were going to leave me too.” Cheryl breathed out. “why did you want to leave me?” she didn’t understand anything, and it wasn’t her fault.
Then I remembered the raven haired boy who saved me. Why he had saved me? And why he was in my house?
“who’s he?” I asked ignoring Cheryl. “what’s his name?”
“who?” my mother asked angry. Cheryl closed her eyes and pursed her lips. “the creep weirdo who has get in our house with you knowing it?” I sat down on the bed, still weak. I looked at my mother fiercely. I was tired to keep my mouth shut.
“No mom. The boy who saved my life when you had forgotten of my existence” I hissed. I noticed Cheryl’s little smirk besides me, looking at me.
“if you talk about me like that again I will send you to a Centre for mental illnesses” she menaced me.
“get the hell out of my room, or I’ll call the police.” I ordered with conviction.
We saw how my mother instantly left the room.
“his name is Jughead Jones” Cheryl murmured. “he’s outside, waiting to see you.” I didn’t understand why he had saved me, why right now, he was outside waiting to see me. Cheryl read all my questions in my eyes. “I’ll bring him with you.” I smiled weakly.
Three minutes passed before my old sister opened the door again, this time followed by the boy who saved my life. Cheryl smiled at me and then get out of the room, leaving me with Jughead. I noticed the his right hand was covered with blood. Just after I had noticed, he hid it behind him.
“I don’t know what to say… ” I said confused. I noticed his nervousness and I motioned him to sit by my side.
“Uh… I don’t know what do you remember, but…” he mumbled grabbing his bad. “you left this when I was going to talk with you.” I was looking at my notebook, held between his hands.
When he noticed that his hand had cover my notebook with blood he looked at me apologizing.
“I’m sorry… I’ll buy you another when I…” he stopped before continue. “when I get a job.” I smiled at him.
“you don’t have to” he looked down to my lips and flushed. He… Did he really like me? That had to be the reason he still there.
“why… You wanted to kill yourself?” he asked in a weak murmur looking at his hands.
“I’m not worth it. The only person who has helped me is dead.” I told him indifferent. He looked up and I noticed his hand resting on mine.
“I… I cared about you.” he said. But he didn’t want to say that. He wanted to say something that I wasn’t prepared for, and he knew.
At few days had passed, and Jughead refused to leave me alone, he said me that I was important for him.
I had to go with him to every part of Riverdale. I began to know Jughead Jones and I think it was the best decision of my life.
When I arrived at home fifteen day after the incident (like my mother used to call it), I saw that Jughead was already in my room. I closed the door, surprised that my mom had let him get in.
“what are you doing here”
“Cheryl helped me to get in” he said. I noticed he was acting weird. “Y/n. I have to tell you something.”
“it’s everything okay?” I asked. I knew about her family situation and his problems with the football players.
“Uh… I… The day that I found you here, you know… The day-” he didn’t know how to say it.
“The day I tried to kill myself.” I ended motioning him to keep going. He nodded uncomfortably.
“I came here to talk with you… Because… Because I…” he let out a sight. “i couldn’t keep going like this. Hiding my feelings. Because I hide everything, but I wanted to show you that I love you. That you weren’t alone.” I stayed there. I didn’t want to say anything. He looked at me hopeless. “Y/n please say something” he murmured.
“you cared…” I breathed out. He aproa me and I felt something strange when his lips touched mines.

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I don’t know how to describe it. It was like Jughead had picked all my emotions, all my thoughts and had thrown them away from my mind, I only could feel the desperation in his lips, the frustration of years, the sadness of his thoughts about losing me. I could feel all his emotions, because know he was my world.
“I shouldn’t have done it.” he whispered sniffing. “you’re too special to me, I don’t want to lose you. I’m sorry.”
“I… I don’t know love, Jug… But I think it would be like my feelings for you.” I said confused. I had my eyes still shut. “I love you.” I added kissing his cheek slowly.
Jughead became in my anchor, and I became in his. I still had depressions and Jughead used to find me crying.
But sometimes, it happened backwards, and I found him crying hard in silence. We helped each other, no matter what. So I couldn’t die now. I have something that mattered me enough to stay alive. I have Jughead Jones the third.
A Mid-Summers Nightmare Pt.1

One Shot
Summary: Dean x Reader, Sam, Joe, Ellen, Bobby, and my own character Jeff.  Dean gets brainwashed into loving another woman by an evil Cupid, but you are dating him. You are heart broken. This is kind of like A Mid-Summer Night Dream retake with the love potion idea.

Warnings: Cheating, language

Word count: 2277

This is going to be a series! I hope you like Part 1! I am bringing in flashbacks to where Dean, Sam, and the reader meet as well, so I hope you enjoy that portion.


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Readers POV

“I really don’t want to go to this,” Dean complained loudly while driving the car. I hear Sam laughing from the back seat.

“You have to go! It’s kind of a tradition that our ‘family’ of hunters gets together once a year to talk and revisit one another. I have done it since I was 5, and you have done it since you were 3, so we are expected to go.” I said laughing at how much Dean was complaining.

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#95 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “one where van is your boyfriend and you go out and you end up arguing over something dumb where he’s wrong, and he ends up leaving you in the street bc he gets angry. And bondy picks you up?”

Van pushed the trolley along behind you. As you threw things in he looked at them with interest. It would be the first night of cooking for him since he got back. Every other evening was take away; both too exhausted from being reunited to think about ingredients and kitchen timers. 

He picked up the gravy mix. “Don’t like this one,” he said.

“It’s the only one Jay can have though,” you replied. Van stopped pushing the trolley, and you turned back to him. “What?" 

"Why’s Jay coming?”

“Because we’ve not seen her in a while?”

He didn’t say anything more, but when you asked if he wanted Yorkshire puddings or regular dinner rolls he shrugged in disinterest. He said he didn’t care if you made apple pie or not, too. He followed along behind you in a building storm of tension. At the register the girl packed your groceries into paper bags. You could see she recognised Van. He hardly looked up as he picked the full bags off the counter and placed them into the trolley. She was biting her lip, considering if she should say anything. When he handed over his credit card she looked at it carefully. She smiled reading his full name. Usually perceptive, he didn’t notice. You wanted to intervene, to tell Van to see if she wanted a photo. The mood was too off, though. You just followed him out to the car.

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This is my first time writing Malec. I’m not an intense Malec shipper, so I don’t really know where this came from. I’m not that confident we’ll get a cute, soft boyfriends, bed scene between them in the next episode so I figured I’d write one preemptively. I may go in and edit this at some point as I ran out of steam towards the end. Even so, hope you enjoy!

Magnus lay with his head propped up on his fist as he watched a slumbering Alec in the small, flickering glow of the candles on his bedside table. It had been hours since Alec had backed him into his room, his eyes smouldering in a way Magnus had never quite seen them before. Now those eyes lay closed, his dark lashes a contrast against his olive skin. He was beautiful. Magnus had seen many beautiful things, many beautiful people but none of them quite captured the word like the boy before him. Alexander. His Alexander.

Magnus had never known anyone else with such quiet strength. He was fierce but reserved. Nothing he did was overt or for show. Alec could take down a demon in the blink of an eye and with not a second thought, yet there was this layer of innocence. It was easy to forget about it when you looked at his outer shell but sometimes Alec wore that innocence and vulnerability on his sleeve. And while it was the part that scared the heck out of Magnus, it was also the part he loved most.

In those times he was reminded just how much younger Alec was, in years and experience, and questioned whether this was right. If they were right together. However, it was also in those times that Magnus realised just how lucky he was to see that side of Alec at all. Vulnerability wasn’t something Shadowhunters often admitted to. How could Magnus ever turn Alec away now that he’d let him in like that? No, it wasn’t possible. So Magnus would remain Alec’s for as long as Alec let him. He hoped it would be a long time and that he would have many nights to lie and watch his love’s angelic features as he slept.

A smile rose on Magnus’ lips for no particular reason other than sheer happiness. Post coital bliss. This was not how he expected the even to pan out but then nothing about Alec had been expected. Magnus took his free hand and tentatively reached out, running his fingertips across Alec’s collarbone. He was shirtless and the thin sheet draped just below Alec’s navel, giving Magnus a perfect view of Alec’s broad chest. His fingers then made a slow journey down the centre of Alec’s chest, the soft furred skin sending sparks up his fingertips.

Alec’s eyes fluttered open, waking to Magnus’ gentle touch. Figures he wouldn’t be a heavy sleeper. A dreamy smile spread upon Alec’s lips as his eyes focused on Magnus. He rolled his shoulders before resting his hand over Magnus’ which still lay against his breastbone. Alec’s thumb brushed over Magnus’ polished nails as he glanced down to their joined hands for a moment.

“Hey,” Magnus said, finally breaking the silence as he too looked at their hands. He was still blown away by the simple intimacy despite the new phase of their relationship they’d entered last night.

“Hi,” Alec replied, his voice still thick with sleep. “Have you been awake long?”

“I didn’t sleep,” Magnus said, his gaze picking up from their hands to rest back on Alec’s face. He really was a sight to behold. “I thought I would replace those memories of watching you while you were unconscious with something a little sweeter.” There was a half smile on Magnus’ lips but Alec found no humour in his eyes. Not knowing whether Alec would ever wake up had been one of the most scary and painful things Magnus had been through in recent times. Not only for his sake. A world without Alexander Lightwood in it just seemed such a darker place for everyone.

A crease formed on Alec’s brow and his hand left atop of Magnus’ to cup his cheek instead. His thumb gently brushed over the smudged eye liner under Magnus’ eye. “Did it work?”

Magnus turned his cheek into Alec’s palm before laying a soft kiss against it. “No. I’ll never forget the moment I thought I had lost you, Alexander, but perhaps that’s for the best. Those memories will make sure I fight all that much harder so it never happens again.”

Alec slid his hand down Magnus’ neck and with a palm on his chest he pushed Magnus over on to his back. Alec moved to loom over Magnus, his hands on either side of Magnus’ head. The muscles in his arms were taut as they held up his bulky frame. There it was, that smoulder. Magnus’ chest rose and fell a little faster as he stared up at Alec, waiting for him to make a move. Any move. Magnus watched as those smouldering eyes travelled down his exposed torso. He felt them like a touch that ignited a path of fire that disappeared beneath the sheet and collected there. The air around them became thick with tension and Magnus was sure there was an audible click of his throat as he swallowed when Alec’s eyes met his once more.

“So uh… last night was something,” Alec said and for a split second uncertainty passed over his handsome features. It seemed ridiculous to Magnus that there would be even a small doubt in Alec’s mind that what they’d shared had been anything less than perfect. Even as Alec hovered over Magnus, all strength and beauty, with chemistry and heat radiating between them, he still wasn’t completely secure in the knowledge that he was enough for Magnus. Or good enough for Magnus.

“It was perfect, Alexander,” Magnus replied, putting extra emphasis on the word perfect. Because that was the only word that truly captured what last night had been. There had been the initial intensity, the slowing down and taking their time. Exploring each other. There had been serious moments and moments where they had laughed and teased each other. Times when Magnus had guided Alec and Alec had benefited from his experience but mostly they just learned each other. It was beautiful and messy and it felt like coming home. But if Magnus had to use one word to describe the first time they made love, that word would be perfect.

For a split second Magnus thought Alec would disagree, or at least say something slightly self deprecating. He might ask Magnus to justify using that word and Magnus could, boy could he, but Alec didn’t. A small, impish half smile rose on his lips instead. “Yeah, it really was,” Alec replied simply.

A moment later Alec leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against Magnus’ lips. As Alec pulled back, Magnus chased his lips before giving up and opening his eyes to look up at Alec again. “Do you want to…?” Alec asked, raising his eyebrows a couple of times. Magnus rolled his eyes but it was mostly for show.

“Do I want to what?” Magnus replied, cocking an eyebrow. If they were going to be having sex, Alec would have to learn to say the word. They were grown men after all, even if one slightly more than the other. Though, Magnus would also settle for make love.

“Sex, do you want to do sex? Have sex?” Alec said in return, muddling his words as he got a little flustered being put on the spot. A guy that looked like Alec really had no right being so damn adorable but Magnus wasn’t complaining.

“Yes, let’s do sex, Alexander,” Magnus chuckled as he brought his hands up. One to rest on the small of Alec’s back, pressing their bodies closer, while the other cupped the back of Alec’s head and pulled him into a firmer kiss than the one before. Alec tilted his head one way and Magnus tilted his the opposite as they deepened the kiss. When their tongues met, a small sound of relief escaped one of them but Magnus wasn’t sure who. All he knew was that he was more than ready for another taste of that perfection.

The Way Home (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Two hearts are broken after reader makes the difficult decision to leave home and pursue her dreams. When her older brother Steve asks her to come home, reader is forced to confront her past and the life she could have had with her ex, Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,432

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, babies, more angst????

A/N: Tags are for sure closed this time. This story is winding down. Happy Christmas and Happy Hanukkah, if you celebrate. If not, happy Sunday. This chapter was a pain, and I ended up scrapping it three times before writing this version. PS - The Spain thing? Actually happened to me. True story. It was bananas.

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Stronghold- Loki x Reader(f) x Steve    Ch. 4

 A/N: Another thank you to my wonderful Momma V!!! @hymnofthevalkyries you rock, girl! 

Notes/ Warnings: -Over all: emotional and mental abuse, violence, anxiety and nightmares. There will be fluff eventually, I promise :)-For this chapter: 

- This chapter: It gets really rough okay, it includes emotional and mental abuse, panic attacks and lots of tears. THE ANGST IS REAL Y'ALL!! 

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Originally posted by lelucibianchediparigi

   Steve couldn’t get (Y/N) off of his mind. She was beautiful, there was no denying that but there was something that he couldn’t put his finger on. She had seemed so timid and afraid and then in the next moment she was bold and could command an army if she needed to. And her powers? Steve couldn’t even put into words how he felt about that. Terrified? Impressed? Awestruck? They just didn’t seem to explain it.

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