so this is a master post (day 1) of what bob said during his panels in Barcelona this weekend. i’ll update it as much as i can:
- “The end of season 4 is gonna blow your mind. Season 5 is gonna be insane.” (x)
- Bob would convince someone to watch the 100 by saying “Watch it” (x)
- Bob said that Kane and Bellamy are very similar. They’re both very pragmatic. (x)
- “I’d like to play Emori because I’d get to kiss Richard.” (x)
- “I don’t think they (Bellamy and Octavia) have the same father.” (x)
- Bob said Bellamy has “daddy issues” (x)
- Bob said he loves Ian so much and loves working with him (x)
- Bob said he wanted to grow a beard but couldn’t for Bellamy (x)
- Bob loves Chai but he hates Ilian (x)
- Bob doesn’t like playing romance (x)
- Bob ships Monty and Jasper. “Sorry Harper” (x)
- Bob’s favorite season is season 4 because he challenged himself more (x)
- Bob said that his favourite season from The100 is season 4 because of the growth of Bellamy (x)
- Bob said that Holland Roden watches a lot of documentaries (x)
- Bob said he met Holland yesterday for the first time and he thinks she’s very cool (x)
- Bob said he would like to work on Archer, Modern Family or Parcs and Recs (x)
- Bob said that if the cast were in the situation of the 100 in season 1 Isaiah would probably take the leadership (x)
- Bob said that if he could only sing one song for the rest of his life it would be the Willy Wonka song (x)
Prompt: jughead x reader where the reader gets overprotective over Jughead when Archie tells the group that his dad is a serpent(the reader is jughead’s best friend and she knows) and intends up with an argument with Archie and a fluffy ending with Jughead confessing his feelings for her.
A/N: Back from the Beach! God I miss it already. This probably isn’t what you expected but this is what came to my mind. Anyways, I’ll be posting fics more regularly now that I’m back so feel free to send in some requests.(Also I’m about 100 away from 4k? That’s insane?) xxx
I love how he’s a fighter, he didn’t let being disliked by the others in No Mercy get him down, instead he used that to prove he belonged there and worked so hard and I am so thankful and so grateful that he made it through.
a/n: al r i g ht im starting this early lets see if i can not be a disappointment (i swear to god if tumblr keeps lagging im going to go insane)
pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: fluff + angst
you watched and watched as taehyung suffered from his one-sided love, comforting him when he cried, comforting him as he threw up those fucking flower petals. it hurt you whenever he would stare lovingly into that girl’s eyes, giggling and playing with her hair. it pained you when he kept throwing up flowers, pushing the thought that his lover didn’t love him away; he was so dejected, yet he never saw how much happiness he brought to you.
Jimin accompanied you on your way home, trying to lighten up the mood. “Hey, (y/n)! Wanna get ice cream?!” He pointed at a small convenience store, his face lighting up. You looked up to where his finger pointed at, shivering.
“It’s cold, Jimin,” you protested only to be shushed by the smaller male.
“That’s alright! I can pay, too! I got lots of money!” Jimin grinned, grabbing your hand and skipping happily into the store. He waved at the cashier, rushing over to the ice cream on display in the mini freezer. “Which one do you want?” He turned to you, the bright smile lighting up the gloomy store.
You felt yourself smiling back, sticking your cold hands in your pockets. “The Oreo one.”
“Oo, nice choice!” He opened the freezer door, reaching his hand inside and grabbing the Oreo ice cream, handing it to you. “I’ll just get a pint of vanilla~” He sang, grabbing his own ice cream and dragging you to the cashier. He whistled happily as he payed, grabbing two spoons from the little box provided on the counter. “Thank you!” Jimin yelled as the two of you exited the store swiftly.
“Ice cream is the best for these kinds of nights, ya know?” He whispered, opening the ice cream and sticking his spoon in. You opened the wrapper, biting down on the ice cream.
“Shit!” You yelped, feeling a shiver run down your spine. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have bitten down with my front teeth,”
Jimin laughed as the two of you walked, eating his own ice cream. “So..” he mumbled after a while of eating. “What’s with you and the Taehyung dude?”
You paused, staring straight forward. “W-What do you mean?”
“I mean, you seemed super uncomfortable when he came by.” Jimin explained, looking up at the house in front of him. “Is this your house?”
You nodded, clutching on the ice cream stick tightly. “Yep.”
“Did he live here, too?”
You rushed up the stairs to your front door, walking inside and shutting the door closed. “Wait, was that too personal? I’m sorry!” Jimin whined, walking up the stairs carefully.
“I-It’s fine, Jimin,” you yelled through the door, coughing loudly onto the ground.
“(y/n)?! Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, just go!” You continued to yell, struggling to speak with the flowers interrupting you. The ice cream fell onto the ground as you trembled, slamming your hand on the floor. Tears fell down onto the flowers, splattering into tiny drops. You covered your mouth to muffle the hiccups, the tears streaming down your hand and chin, dropping onto the floor. “Mmf..” You murmured, curling up into a ball.
Both you and Jimin never finished your ice cream that day.
You groaned as your phone vibrated on the wooden table next to your bed, covering your ears. “Who the fuck is calling me at this time!”
You grabbed your phone, letting out a hiss of pain at the brightness of the screen, and stared at the caller ID. ‘Unknown,’ it read. You gulped, answering the call hesitantly, putting it on speaker and clearing your throat. “Hello?”
“H-Hello? Is this (y/n)?”
“Jungkook? How- why-” You cleared your throat once again, sitting up-right in your bed. “How did you get my number and why are you calling me at six AM?”
Jungkook chuckled nervously, letting out a shaky breath. “Yoongi gave it to me.”
“Look, I only know you as a bartender,” you mumbled, rubbing your temple. “This is weird, you know that? Someone at a bar, that I was forced to go with against my will, has gotten my number and called me at six AM,”
“Wait, it’s not like a creepy thing or anything!” Jungkook argued. “I rarely have, um..normal friends, so I got excited.”
You sat there silently for a few seconds before continuing. “What do you mean, normal friends?”
Jungkook sighed. “They’re all drug addicts and alcoholics.”
You brought the phone up to your ear, taking him off speaker. “Drug addicts, not to mention also alcoholics?” A chuckled escaped your lips. “You don’t seem like the kind of man to be friends with those people, international playboy.”
Jungkook laughed. “Hey, that’s just a nickname I have. Call me Jungkook, it feels less awkward!” You laughed with him, covering your mouth to somehow silence it. After a while, Jungkook laughed quietly, sniffling. You looked up at your ceiling, laying yourself back into the comfort of your bed.
“Ahh..April, huh?” You murmured. “You got allergies?”
“Yup.” Jungkook groaned, blowing his nose. You laughed.
“Hey, it’s part of human nature, man!” He joked, putting an obnoxious accent to pair with his words.
He laughed again. “I have to go. Have a nice day, (y/n).”
You let out a sigh of satisfaction. “Yep. Hope you have a nice day too, playboy Jungkook.”
“Hey, it’s Jungkook!” He grumbled, hanging up the call. You threw your phone onto your bed, standing up and stretching your arms. You did the usual routine you did everyday, combing your hair slowly.
Cursing at the knots in your hair, you checked your side of your head to hide the small mishap in your hair. “God, I need to cut my hair soon,” is what you always said, but was too scared to do so. You sprinted downstairs, glancing at the clock. You were skipping college classes. That wouldn’t be such a problem, right? You shrugged, grabbing a granola bar and walking out your front door.
You walked around the street in your neighborhood, munching quietly on your breakfast. Not many people were up and about this early in the morning, they themselves also not good with mornings from your observations. “Hey, (y/n)!” A strong voice echoed from behind, making your turn behind with the granola bar in your mouth.
“Hmf?” You took the bar out, staring at Yoongi panting with his hands on his knees.
“Fuck, you walk too fast..” He groaned, walking over to you with quick breaths. “I can’t keep up.”
You giggled, breaking the granola bar in half and handing a piece to Yoongi. “What are you doing here this early, grandpa?”
“I am not a grandpa,” he scoffed. “And I could say the same about you.”
“I asked you first.”
He stuck the granola bar in his mouth, shrugging and pointing at his stuffed cheeks. “Canft talg.”
You rolled your eyes, crossing the street and patting down your hair. “No, seriously, why are you here? I didn’t tell you where I was going and I don’t remember us making any plans.”
Yoongi gulped down the rest of the bar, wiping his mouth. “Jungkook kept bothering me to give him your number. I couldn’t go back to sleep.” You chuckled. “Did he actually call you?”
He cursed loudly, jumping himself up onto the edge of the sidewalk. “That kid, I swear to god if he wakes me up one more time-”
You paused. “..Wait, was he in your house?”
Yoongi froze, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah. He would’ve gone with his friends if I didn’t bring him.” he shrugged. “It’s the normal.”
“Must be hard for him, huh?” You murmured as the two of you reached a small cafe. You read the large letters on the front. “Rose D’or,” you read, grabbing Yoongi’s arm. “Wanna sit?” He nodded, sitting down across from you.
“The kid has a really messed up past, you know.” Yoongi spoke, leaning back in his chair. You cocked an eyebrow, staring at him with interest.
“Really? All I know is that he has weird friends.” Yoongi shrugged. You continued, “Can you tell me more?”
He tilted his head. “I can. But if something happens because you did something or said something about his past, I’m not part of this.”
Yoongi sat up, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Jungkook’s parents weren’t really that bad. They just fought a lot and..the fights were intense.” He gripped his hand around the arm rest of the chair. “He told me that they’d throw stuff everywhere, then have sex later,” he chuckled softly. “His family was poor, too. Mother was a prostitute to earn money, no one knows what the dad did. Dad left not a long time after Jungkook got into middle school.” You tightened the grip on your knees, biting down on the inside of your cheek. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. “His mother got fucked up after that. She wasn’t great with people leaving her. She went all..psycho and did fucked up shit.” His eyes followed a man walking into the cafe, wetting his lips with his tongue.
“She started getting abusive until Jungkook found out about me in high school.”
You blinked. “Wait, high school? Weren’t we friends at that time?”
“I didn’t wanna tell you. He was super shy at that time, too.” He continued, “Anyways, he somehow became friends with those..people. I don’t know how he got to know them, but he almost got cuffed up by being with them during their weird acts.” He rolled his eyes. “Those people are obnoxious as fuck, not to mention sneaky.”
You waited for him to finish, surprised when he didn’t. “That’s it?”
Yoongi shrugged. “Jungkook’s really closed up about his past. That’s all I got, (y/n).” He took his phone out, checking the time. “It’s 8 AM. Don’t you have classes?”
“Don’t you have them too?” You retorted, smiling evilly at him. He rolled his eyes, shoving his phone back in his pocket.
“Hey, I’m only skipping because I have a good reason. You’re the goody two-shoes whatever kind of kid.”
“I am not a kid!” You grumbled, crossing your arms and turning your head away.
“You only prove my point more by doing that,” he laughed, raising his hand to let a waiter bring the two of you menus.
“Oh? Was my granola bar not enough?” You asked as the waiter brought two menus, opening it up and scanning the items. Yoongi groaned, ignoring your question.
“Shit, never knew a cafe had so many food selections..” he murmured quietly, his eyes darting from item to item. You smiled at his reaction, glad he was starting up his normal eating routine. Yoongi was a fairly skinny boy, but his legs were stick thin when you first met him in high school. Of course he ate healthy, but you were still genuinely worried he only ate when near you so he wouldn’t have to deal with anything. You shrugged, realizing you were over-thinking.
After a few minutes, the two of you ordered your food; you ordered a croissant and he ordered pancakes. The waiter grabbed your menus and handed the two of you cups of waters, nodding and walking away into the cafe. Yoongi sat there silently, playing with his thumbs. “You know,” He said abruptly, catching your attention. “We were really worried for you back there in the club.”
Your facial expression darkened. “Not now, Yoongi.”
He shook his head. “I’m serious. Why did you suddenly stand up like that? The two of you could have just talked it out, you know.”
“Yoongi, this isn’t the time.” You whispered, glaring at him. “I don’t want to even remember him.”
Yoongi opened his mouth to talk back, but only closed it when the waiter brought over the food. He sighed, “Fine.” He grabbed the knife and began to cut into the pancakes while you took a bite out of the croissant.
“Anyways!” He ate a piece of the pancake, looking up at you. “Did you get to meet Jimin well enough? He said he ate ice cream with you.” He chuckled at the thought. “He’s like a little kid.”
You took another bite, raising your shoulders up and down. “I guess.” You shot a curious glance at him. “You really do get..acquainted with weird people.”
He paused, staring up at you. “What do you mean?”
“Jimin seems like..rich, Jungkook is just out there..” you chuckled. “It’s weird.”
Yoongi snorted, taking a sip of water. “Are you saying I’m not supposed to have friends?”
You shook your head. “Nah, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that you seem unique with the two.”
The two of you ate while chattering about random things - college, friends, all that. You laughed at Yoongi complaining about how annoying everything was, feeling the life come back to your world.
June 20th, Saturday, 1 PM in the afternoon. Yoongi showed up at your door, knocking on it loudly. “Let me in, (y/n)!”
You opened the door with a slam, staring at him with a glare. “What?”
Taken aback, Yoongi sighed. “Taehyung’s wedding is today.” You froze. “Come on, you can get over this.”
Your eyes wandered over to your phone, checking the date again. “Why should I? He doesn’t want to see me, I wouldn’t want to see me either.”
“Cut the bullshit, (y/n).” He grabbed your shoulders, shaking your roughly. “You were just happy yesterday. Get dressed and lets go.”
“No.” You mumbled, still dazed from being woken up early and allowing your hair to fall in front of your face.
“You’re really making me do this,” he groaned, grabbing your arm and dragging you upstairs to your room. He went inside your closet after setting you on your bed, looking for an outfit for you to wear. It almost made you laugh at how frustrated he was. “Do you not have anything good to wear?!”
“I don’t get dresses, they’re uncomfortable.” You finally said, somehow relaxing at his frustration. Yoongi glared at you, annoyed that you were satisfied at how much he tried to find a dress.
“You’re a pain in the ass.” He pulled out a light, flowery blouse and jeans. “Wear it, lets go.” He threw the clothes at you and slammed the door closed, waiting for you outside your door.
You stared down at the clothes. It had been exactly three months since the incident with Taehyung happened. Your sickness had gotten worse, and you felt weaker, less energetic. “I’m not going,” you whispered to yourself.
“Hurry the fuck up!” Yoongi complained outside the door, knocking on it once.
The numbers on your phone signaled the time as it changed. 1:03. You let out a small sigh before slipping into the clothes. As you changed into the jeans, memories flashed in your mind. It had been three months since the fight with Taehyung, and neither of you had talked to each other since then. Jungkook and you became friends, along with Jimin. You zipped yourself up, not bothering with makeup and combing your hands in your tangled hair.
Swinging the door open, Yoongi yelled in surprise. “For fuck’s sake,” he grabbed your arm. “It’s starting in thirty minutes. Lets go.”
The car ride to the wedding was silent, the two of you focused on the road ahead of you. “Why am I going again? I’m sure Taehyung hates me.”
“Don’t say that.” Yoongi tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “He got over it. Probably.” He turned the steering wheel to the left, parking the car in a small space between two large ones. Unbuckling his seat belt, he nodded at you. “Lets go.”
You kicked the floor of the car, unbuckling yourself as well and got out the car. The building was large and tall, balloons surrounding the opening. “Congratulations, Love Birds!” The banners hung above the doors. You stared at it before being dragged inside by Yoongi, shoving past other guests. “Hey! (y/n)!” A familiar voice ringed in your voice, putting a hand on your shoulder. Yoongi halted, letting out a ‘tch’ sound.
You turned around to meet Jungkook, his hair slicked back and eyes wide. “Hey! I didn’t know you’d be here!”
“I didn’t want to be here.”
He glanced at Yoongi, faltering and nodding in apology. “Oops..sorry, Yoongi! I just finally found another person I knew!”
“It’s fine, kid. I have to take (y/n) to someone, though.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, turning his gaze towards you. “Oh..okay. Be careful.” He smiled, waving at the two of you as you walked away.
Yoongi barged into a room around a corner, clutching your arm tightly. “Ow.” You muttered, struggling to move your arm away.
“Yoongi!” A woman’s voice shouted loudly, making your cringe. You looked up, staring at the groom and bride smiling at Yoongi. Not at you, Yoongi.
“Hi.” He grumbled, letting go of your arm. Your eyes meet with the groom’s, identifying them as Taehyung’s. The rest of the guests in the room continued chattering, keeping their voices low. “Talk to him at least, kid.”
“I’m not talking to him. I’m going back to find Jungkook.” You hissed, glaring at Yoongi. “He’s the only one who seems to allow me to have freedom.”
“(y/n)!” Taehyung’s cheery voice rang in your head, causing you to freeze up. You stared at him. “Hey! Come over here, at least!” He motioned for you to come over, his smile glowing upon his skin. Yoongi pushed your forward, murmuring in your ear.
“Just do it, (y/n). It’ll be fine. I’m gonna wait outside.” He left the room, leaving you there, stuck in your spot with widened eyes. Suha smirked, walking over to you and looping her arm with yours.
“Hey, Taehyung wants you to come over, lets talk!” She giggled, dragging you towards Taehyung. You struggled, trying to get her grip off of your arm without causing a commotion. You stumbled over a shoe, leaning forward and gritting your teeth together. Suha let out a quiet laugh, pulling you back up and bringing you to Taehyung.
“I’ll let you two talk. I need to go talk to daddy.”
Suha left the room, leaving you and Taehyung together. You felt relieved other people were in the room as well, but their chatter dialed down and only a few whispers came out and drifted about. You felt your heart flutter when Taehyung took your hand, fingering his hands through your hair. “You look different. Did you loose weight?”
You stayed silent, staring down at the floor. ‘I didn’t want you to get married. I didn’t want you to leave me, why did you do it? I can’t function anymore. You’re gonna go away. You’re leaving. Why?’ you thought to yourself, not gathering the courage to say those words. He sighed, letting his hand fall from your hair, the one gripping your hand still holding on tight. “You have to eat. It’s bad for you if you don’t, and I’ll spank you if you refuse.” He pulled on your cheek, surprised when he struggled. “Did you not put makeup on?”
“Yoongi dragged me here.” You whispered, taking your hand out his grip and shoving it in your pocket. The rest of the guests shuffled out the room, shutting it softly. “I didn’t want to come.”
Taehyung let out a small laugh, adjusting his sleeves. “I should’ve expected that, I guess.”
You raised your hand to your mouth, biting down on your thumb. You gnawed on it before Taehyung forced you to stop, eyes wide. “What are you doing? You’re bleeding!” Your eyes trailed down to your hand, noticing the blood trailing down your wrist.
“Oh, shit.” You jerked your hand away, wiping the blood away from your thumb. “It’s a habit.”
Taehyung stared at you while shaking his head, turning around to face his back towards you. “You know, I really regret having that fight at the club.”
“You didn’t seem so sorry when you didn’t bother to call me.”
“I thought you’d call back, even if I didn’t have you number, you always used to do that.” You scoffed, shoving your injured hand in your pocket as well and turning away. “I don’t even know why I’m here. I’m going to go to Jungkook.”
Taehyung grabbed your arm, pulling you back. “Stay here for a while, it won’t hurt!” He pressed, smiling brightly.
“Why should I?” You grumbled, pulling your arm away. “Why would I watch you get married to a slut?”
His fists trembled as they clenched into a tight fist, a small smirk forming upon your lips. “Hurts, doesn’t it? Reality does really fucking suck.” You turned around to face the door, grabbing the door knob and leaving Taehyung in the room alone.
You stumbled into Yoongi on your way out, letting out a small “oh.” Yoongi stared down at you and dragged you up. “How did it go?” He asked quickly, glancing at the room. “You guys took a lot less time than I thought you would.”
“Yoongi, can’t we just go already?” You whined, crossing your arms. “I have nothing to do with these two.”
“Yes, yes you do.” He snapped, leaning against the wall. “You’ve been friends with him for years now, (y/n). Don’t do this to them over a small fight.”
“Small fight?!” You raised your voice, unaware of the stares you were causing the two of you to get from the others. “Yoongi, he’s about to get married to a prissy princess who just likes sex! Does no one fucking believe me?!” You wrapped your hand around his collar, staring him dead in the eye. “I’ll say it again. I have nothing to do with them.”
“So, you’ll just act like Taehyung was nothing to you?”
Yoongi smirked. “Then I don’t know you either.”
You faltered, your grip loosening on his collar. “Excuse me?”
He moved your arm away. “Taehyung was the one who introduced me to you, anyways. So if you just want to discard all the shit you’ve been through with him, I’ll make sure I can’t contact you at all. In fact, I’ll just move.” You felt your stomach churn as sweat dripped down your face.
“You wouldn’t do that, Yoongi,” you said shakily, “I know you wouldn’t. Why are you doing this to me?”
Yoongi growled at you angrily, “You’re acting like a bitch at his wedding. Do you know how much he’s been yearning to find the love of his life? He’s having this great party right now, but here you are, acting up like a child!”
“I am not acting like a child!” You gasped. “You’re the one who brought me here, anyways! If I had a choice, I wouldn’t be here, you little sh-”
“You came here yourself. I never forced you.” He glared at you.
“Plus, you still love Taehyung.”
You fell silent and lowered your head. “I do not.”
“I don’t fucking love him!” You screamed, tears dripping down your face. Yoongi blinked twice, standing up correctly with wide eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Yoongi!” You cried, wiping at your eyes furiously. “I thought you would help me with this, you know. But now, here I am, acting like a child, as you said!”
“Shit, I didn’t-”
“Oh, yes you did.” You interrupted, gritting your teeth together. “Don’t put all that on me this time. You meant every word you said that came out your mouth.”
“(y/n), calm down, people are staring..”
You slammed your fist on the wall. “Is that all you care about, people staring?! Not helping your friend crying, who’s suffering, everything?!”
Yoongi raised his hand, the sound of his hand and your cheek colliding echoing throughout the hallway. Everyone froze in surprise, some covering their mouths and some murmuring to their friends. Your head stayed in the position where Yoongi slapped you, lip trembling. The stinging sensation spread throughout your body, sending shivers down your back. You put your hand to your cheek, not bothering to wipe your eyes. “I think I’m gonna go now.” You muttered, turning away.
“Wait, I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me-” You raised your hand to stop him, shaking your head.
“No, really, I should have gotten hit. You can run me over with your car too, you know. Would take me out of my misery faster.”
“(y/n), you’re thinking about that way too fast!” Yoongi rushed to your side, hesitant to touch your shoulder. You stumbled, letting out a loud cough into your hand. Both you and Yoongi stared at the flowers falling out your mouth, letting them flutter onto the ground. The guests stared in horror, as well as awe, at the flowers coming out your mouth.
“Shit!” Yoongi glared at the others, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you. “We’ll deal with this later. Get in the restroom.” He ushered you to the bathroom, closing the door after you entered. You threw his jacket off, quick to go to the toilet and throw up.
“S-Shi-” God, your condition was really getting worse. You felt as if you were suffocating, that damned disease. If only it didn’t exist, if only you hadn’t loved Taehyung - you’d be free. Free, free like all the other people. You gripped the handle of the drawer in the sink next to you, coughing loudly and painfully while trying to keep your hand on the handle. Your palms became sweaty, sweat ran down your face, and your body lost it’s energy.
The flowers continued to flow down and down, the horrendous sound paired along with your choked sobs. You smiled at yourself shakily, wondering how embarrassing it was to be with you. Ruining a wedding, friendship, what else was there for you to ruin?
You calmed down after a steady hour, flushing the flowers down and washing both your hands and face. Your knees knocked together while you bent down to pick up Yoongi’s jacket, opening the door. He grabbed your shoulders as you fell down, all energy that was once in your body now gone. “I guess I really shouldn’t have brought you here..Jungkook, stop, she’s not feeling well..no, I swear to god, don’t touch..it’s nothing bad…” The voices floated around your head, drifting in and out of consciousness, only to be jerked up again when a blast of pain shot through your head once in a while.
“(y/n)? Can you hear me?” Jungkook’s voice whispered near your ear. You felt his hand comb through your hair, reassuring you that you were fine. “The ceremony already started. No one’s here. It’s okay if you leave, we’ll come with you. Sleep for now, okay?” Hands gripped around your arms, helping you out the door. “Yoongi, hurry up, I think people are starting to notice..”
“Shush, I’m trying.” Yoongi hissed, opening up the car to the back seat and carefully placing you on the seats. “Get in, Jungkook.”
“What? But then who’ll tell them that-”
“No one needs to know, Jungkook. That’ll make things worse.” He murmured, getting in the driver’s seat and revving up the engine. Jungkook quickly jumped into the passenger’s seat, closing the door shut. You struggled to keep your eyes open, your surroundings slowly becoming pitch black.
“Shut up, that’ll wake her up!”
“But that’s what we want her to do, don’t we?”
“HER FINGER MOVED.”
You open your eyes slowly, blinking twice to refocus your vision. You stared at the people around you, squinting your eyes to try to make out who they were. “..Jin?”
Jin looked up at you from his clipboard, letting out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god you woke up.” He pointed at Jungkook and Jimin, rolling his eyes. “The two thought you were going to die.”
“No! It’s called worrying for a friend, Jin!” Jimin whined, shooting you an awkward smile.
You moved your hand around on the unfamiliar material underneath your body, sitting up slowly. Looking around, you sucked in your breath. “Am I in a hospital?”
“Since you see me, duh.” Jin scribbled onto the paper on his clipboard, glancing at the boys. “Never knew you had such weird friends.”
You smiled. “Can someone explain why I’m here, though?”
Yoongi leaned against the wall, raising his eyebrow. “You fainted when we were driving you to your house.” He rubbed his temple, furrowing his eyebrows. “I still think I’m deaf from Jungkook crying.”
“I really thought you died, (y/n)!” Jungkook whimpered, placing his hand on your shoulder.
You cleared your throat loudly, glaring at everyone around you. “So, you brought me here because I fainted? That’s it?”
Jin blinked, adjusting his glasses. “Uh..yeah.”
You groaned, stretching your arms. “I didn’t need to be escorted to the hospital, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.” Yoongi pushed you back down onto the bed and stared at Jimin and Jungkook. “Can you guys wait outside for a sec? We need to talk.”
Jimin glanced at you with a worried expression, grabbing Jungkook’s arm and nodding at Yoongi. “Don’t die!” Jin started to turn around to leave as well before Yoongi grabbed his arm.
“You stay here.”
Jin removed his arm from Yoongi’s grip, setting his clipboard down. “Okay, what do we need now?”
“Get (y/n) the surgery.”
Your eyes widened as you sat up, staring at Yoongi. “Are you crazy?! Why are you deciding this for me?!”
Yoongi stared down at you, running his hand through his messy hair. “It’s for the best. You’ll die soon if you don’t.”
“That isn’t for you to decide, Yoongi!” You argued, grabbing his arm desperately.
Jin sighed, pushing up the rim of his glasses. “He’s right, (y/n). The disease is serious.” He pushed his hair back, staring at you. “The surgery is pretty much the only option you have left.”
You bit down on your lip, tossing the bed sheets aside and stood up. Your knees failed on you, trembling and slamming down onto the ground. Yoongi bent down to help you up, but you shook your head at him. “No,” you whispered. “I’m not gonna get that damned surgery. If I wanna die, I will. I’ll do it without hesitation.” You shot your head up at the two boys, struggling to get up.
“Are you seriously going to do this?” Yoongi said harshly, his hands clenching into tight fists. “I’m doing the best I can to help you yet all you do is say ‘no, I won’t.’ This is all about Taehyung.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why can’t you realize how stubborn you’re being with us? Taehyung got over it, you should too.”
“He’s not over it. He never will get over it.” You snapped, forcing yourself to get up. “He’s not cured yet.”
Yoongi shot his hands up in the air, eyes going wild. “Are you listening to yourself right now?! You’re saying Taehyung won’t be cured, you’re worried about him, worry about yourself god damn it!” He raised his fist as it slammed into the wall, startling both you and Jin.
“Yoongi..” You murmured quietly.
“Leave me alone.” He whispered as tiny droplets of blood dripped down his fist.
“You have to-”
“Get the fuck out!” Yoongi yelled, turning to face you with his fiery eyes. You stared at him with horror, backing up and quickly walking out the room, shutting the door closed behind you. You flinched at Jin’s desperate attempts to calm Yoongi down, looking up at Jimin creeping behind the corner.
“Is Yoongi okay?” He asked softly, his slender fingers wrapped around the edge. “He’s yelling pretty loudly..”
“He’s fine.” You sighed, shaking your head again. “Stay here. I’m going home.”
The two boys stared at you with confused expressions before Jungkook gabbed your arm. “Wait, aren’t you supposed to stay inside?”
“I’m fine. All I did was faint.”
He looked at you with sincere worry. “Yeah, but..you looked really pale when you got into the car. You couldn’t even talk, or even walk!”
Jimin stared at you with surprise written all over his face, obviously confused. You shook Jungkook’s hand off your arm, shooting a glare at him. “I said I’m fine and I’m going home.” His hand grabbed your arm again, and you opened your mouth to tell him off again - but there he was, tears falling down his cheeks. His lips trembled, his shoulders bounced up and down.
“A-Are you really okay?” He whimpered again, hiccuping between his words.
“Hey, hey..why are you crying? You haven’t done anything,” you talked quickly, unsure what to do in this situation. Jimin rushed over to Jungkook’s side, eyes wide and hand wiping his tears away.
His hand fell from your arm as his weight fell into Jimin’s arms, sobbing quietly into his shoulder. You watched in surprise, backing up once again. Jimin stared at you with confusion, his hand combing through Jungkook’s hair. You pushed yourself out the doors, walking away quickly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cursed at yourself, keeping your head low. Why was everyone having such a big reaction? This was your problem. This was your life. Why were people being hurt instead of you? Yoongi was becoming frustrated, people are crying because of you. You found your way back home quickly, opening the door to your house and slamming it closed.
You laid there in front of the door for hours, just thinking. Thinking how you’d escape. How’d you escape from this hell you were forced to live in - you could move. You could just avoid everyone. You could simply just kill yourself.
You took a moment to think again. What the fuck were you thinking? Killing yourself? Both sides of your mind fought against each other - die, move, die, move, die, move. But then one small idea popped in your mind.
You could just forgive Taehyung. It would be that simply, right? This would all be over. All this would end. Relief washed over you until one small problem broke in.
That damned disease.
It would and will not go away. It will stay there for the rest of your life unless you finally get the surgery. You will not get that surgery. You will not, you will not, you will not; you will not.
It was until then the tears came. Your hand stayed on your chest, your left arm extended out on the left of you. The tears rolled down your cheeks, down your chin, and onto the ground. It made you chuckle - could the amount of tears you cried make an ocean where you could just sail away?
9 PM. You had gotten up and slept on the couch to try to escape your burdens. Loud knocks banged on the door, awakening you. You slowly got up from the couch, opening the door without a care.
Taehyung stood there, still in his tuxedo. His hair was slicked back and his smile was big.
“(y/n),” he said, surprised you opened the door. You took a step back, quick to force the door closed. Taehyung blocked the door from fully closing, pushing his body weight onto the door.
“Get out,” you cried, struggling to close the door shut. “Stop coming here!”
Taehyung’s strength was far more superior than yours, easily forcing the door open. You stumbled back, your body still not fully energized to it’s maximum. You wiped your tears away angrily, stepping back once again. “(y/n),” Taehyung repeated, his voice now softer. “I heard what happened.”
You froze, your hand stopping mid-way. “Yoongi told me you fainted.” He stared down at the ground. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
“I’m not sick.” You whispered.
“Why did you faint then?”
“It’s nothing, alright?! Get out!” You screamed at him, pushing him away. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, slapping your hands away.
“What’s wrong with you these past days?” He asked, keeping his posture.
“You married a girl. You’re leaving me. You’re making me suffer even more.” You trembled, staring up at him with teary eyes. “You don’t realize how much I’m hurting because of the decisions you’re making.” You turned on your heel and raced upstairs. “That’s why I’ll be taking my leave.”
Taehyung ran up behind you, watching you in terror as you rummaged through your closet. pulling out a small suitcase. “You’re kidding,” he gasped, trying to stop you. “Are you serious?! What are you doing? Why are you packing up?!”
You grabbed as many items as you could, zipping up your suit case. “I can’t stay here, Taehyung.” You extended your arm to the window, tightening your grip on the suitcase handle. “Do you know how much trouble I’ve caused?! And to top it all off, don’t even get me started with you.” Taehyung bit down on his lip as you shoved past him, grabbing your phone to call a taxi.
Taehyung pleaded with you, trying to bring you back into the house. You ignored him as tears dripped down onto the ground, opening the door and stepping outside. The taxi arrived shortly, beeping loudly.
You opened the backseat door, struggling to get inside from aehyung pulling you back. “Don’t go!” He cried, clinging onto your arm. “Why are you leaving us all?! Stay!”
You took one look at his ring on his ring finger, grabbing his hand and taking it off. “I fucking love you.” You breathed. “I have the Hanahaki Disease and I’ll die.” You threw the ring to the ground, lowering yourself down into the backseat and slamming the door shut. You locked the door and told the driver to take you to the airport. Taehyung banged on the window, his screams muffled from the barrier. You hugged your knees as the taxi drove off, Taehyung’s yells become weaker and weaker until they no longer were able to be heard.
a/n: honestly i was going to make more plot in between this situation but i think i have a steady idea of how the story will go for now on
Headcanon that Alana and Evan go out for coffee together twice a month and talk about life (mostly how much they absolutely
l o v e
the Murphy siblings.).
Jared shows up sometimes too and is then overwhelmed by how gay they are for Connor and Zoe.
Being Jared, he comments on it and everyone laughs but they aren’t denying it.
Just…I need these guys bonding and smiling because they should have a stable friendship with no betrayal and lies.
((Note: I think almost all of my DEH headcanons will include Connor being alive. I like him too much.))
((Another Note: thank you,
for getting me into the amazing ship of Zoe and Alana. It’s adorable.))
(I hope you enjoyed!)
A/N: I’m doing that
economical thing again but hey ho. This is solid proof that I need to get laid
tbh. Very smutty. Mature content warnings apply.
You sucked your
teeth idly as your gaze bored into the computer screen in front of you. Your
office was quiet save for the sounds of typing and the occasional hushed cough.
You reclined back into your uncomfortable office chair, as if waiting for
something to happen to distract you before you submerged yourself in work
Almost on cue your
phone vibrated on the desk next to you, making you jump. You tilted your head
to the side to read the message illuminated on the screen. Your chest fluttered
slightly when you saw Elliot’s name.
You coming over later?
The words were
stark and you imagined them tumbling from Elliot’s lips suddenly if he were
there in person. Another text came through.
You’d been away for
the last week visiting family and hadn’t had chance to see Elliot before
heading back to work. It was very simplistic, but it made you smile
nonetheless. Elliot very often tiptoed around you. He was ignorant to all of
this when you first started this thing you had but he soon realised he couldn’t
just demand your attention whenever he wanted it. Deep down you knew he could
do exactly that.
Something about the
emotional undertone of his message stirred something within you. You imagined
him whispering the words against your skin later on with his hands all over
you, completely relaxed to your touch and heady with need.
You snatched up the
phone before your thoughts could run away any further and fired off a
I missed you too. And I’m going to show
you just how much later.
It took Elliot a
few minutes to reply. You wondered briefly if you’d flustered him but realised
it took more than a little flirting over text to draw a reaction out of Elliot.
Eventually your phone went off again.
What do you mean by that?
Did he want you to
speculate? Or did he require clarification? You bit your lip as you typed and
deleted and re-typed a response several times until you settled on one.
I’m pretty wound up after a week so I
was hoping you could relieve me. You’re very good at that.
You drummed your
fingers on the desk distractedly as you waited for a response. Your mind was
intoxicated with thoughts of Elliot now. You imagined his full lips slack and
his brow furrowed as his hips met against yours - you could almost feel the
hard muscle of his thighs hitting against your ass.
You jumped again
when your phone vibrated this time, biting your lip as you checked the message
I’m at work so we shouldn’t…but I
kind of like it. Can’t wait.
Ever the wordsmith,
you thought as you held back a delirious laugh. You needed to rile him, in the
same way he’d inadvertently done to you. You stood up from your desk, trying to
ignore the slight tremor in your legs as you picked up your phone and made your
way to the bathroom.
Once inside the
cubicle you paced for a few moments wondering if you should be doing this - it
was undiscovered territory with Elliot but you didn’t want to turn down the
opportunity to really rile him.
You looked around
the basic toilet cubicle - it was hardly the most alluring of spots but you had
to make do with the limited privacy you had. You quickly unbuttoned your
blouse, trying out a couple of different angles with the front-facing camera of
your phone. It took a few minutes to find the right angle but the thought of
Elliot’s (probable) reaction spurred you on.
Eventually you had
two photos to send - one bra on, one bra off. You felt a little self-conscious
about your face being in both of them but you looked surprisingly good. Your
makeup had survived the office environment well that day and your eyes looked
sultry and your lips fuller as they were slightly parted. Plus you trusted
Elliot. If anything he was overly safe about this kind of thing. Not the kind
of guy to just leave his phone lying around.
Before you could
think about it any longer you’d sent the pictures off with no text to accompany
them. For a few seconds you stood staring dumbly at his phone, expecting a
reply straight away but when there wasn’t one you quickly re-dressed yourself
and left the bathroom.
2 minutes turned
into 20. And then 2 hours. You were beyond annoyed by this point considering
you’d put yourself out there like that. The space around you grew noisy as you
tapped away at the keyboard aggressively. You couldn’t decide who you were more
annoyed at. Yourself or Elliot. Maybe he didn’t even like you anymore.
Finally the end of
work rolled around and stood up, roughly putting your jacket on as you heard
your phone ping. You froze and looked down at the screen which displayed a
Come straight over.
Was he for real?
You snatched up the phone and checked through the messages just in case you
might have missed one earlier. But there was nothing. No references to the
pictures you’d sent him.
You thought about
blowing him off altogether but you were still annoyed so you decided to give
Elliot a piece of your mind and head to his apartment.
initial feelings you did find yourself softening a little as you rocked with
the movement of the subway train. Maybe Elliot hadn’t known how to react. It
was a bit harsh of you to blow up at him without explanation. And after a week
of not sleeping next to him you had missed him. A lot.
The apartment was
already open when you arrived so he must have seen you arrive but said nothing.
You felt oddly apprehensive as you climbed the stairs of his apartment building.
You pushed on the apartment door which opened slowly and entered, letting it
fall shut behind you.
Elliot was seated
at his desk typing away as usual as if he hadn’t noticed you enter. You felt a
little hurt at that but pressed on regardless.
sauntered over to where he was sat, running your finger tips across his
shoulder but quickly drawing away when he tensed up. You thought he had
abandoned that habit with you.
responded, his voice distant as he continued typing. You couldn’t make out what
was on the screen save for some rolling code.
'What’s up? I
thought you said you missed me.’ You tried to keep your tone light but you’re
stomach was starting to cramp a little with worry.
'I did but you’ve
pissed me off.’ Elliot’s shoulders were completely tense now and you took a
step back. You weren’t afraid of him but his behaviour was abnormal to say the
'What do you mean?’
Y/N.’ Elliot stood up and his desk chair spun a little as he paced away towards
his kitchen area. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment.
'I didn’t think it
would make you angry.’ You shot back hotly, folding your arms tightly over your
chest. You felt ashamed now and mad that he’d made you feel that way.
'Don’t you realise
how irresponsible that is?’ Elliot’s cold tone made your eyes water as he
spoke. You looked away from him and pointedly at the floor, trying to focus on
your anger rather than your embarrassment.
'Well it’s my
responsibility! You don’t get to dictate what I do with my body.’ You snapped,
nibbling at your lower lip. 'I wish I’d never sent them to you now
expression continued to bore into you. His pupils were slightly dilated which
made his eyes look darker. You briefly wondered if he’d taken anything.
'I wish I’d never
received them. But only because I don’t want someone else to get their hands on
Elliot. Why don’t you just admit that you’re not feeling it anymore?’
furrowed, his frustration evident. 'Feeling what? People have their lives
ruined by this shit Y/N. I just want you to be safe.'
You felt beyond
stupid and upset now, trying to ignore the tears pricking your eyes as grew
more and more defensive. 'I am safe and I don’t need lecturing from you. If you
don’t want me then just admit it.'
With that you took
that it was your cue to leave and made your way towards the door. Elliot
stepped forward quickly and grabbed your wrist - although his touch was very
delicate and he let go as soon as you stopped to look at him.
'Look I didn’t mean
to grab hold of you but I’m sorry okay? I was just fucking worried. I’ve seen
some horrible shit.'
You avoided his
eye, unable to conjure up a decent response to give him. The tension between
the two of you was still tightly wound and unpredictable and you didn’t want to
'And if you must
know…’ Elliot mumbled, his eyes shifting towards the far wall rather than
your face. ’…you have no idea what you do to me.’
'What do you mean?’
You replied in little more than a whisper, feeling the space between your legs
flush slightly and mix weirdly with the anger which had been radiating off you
only seconds earlier.
'That stuff earlier
just set me off. I tried to fucking - jesus, I tried to get off at work but
obviously I couldn’t.’ Elliot’s cheeks looked slightly flushed now and his jaw
was taught as he averted his gaze from you. You throbbed at the thought of him
getting off - or rather trying to get off - to you. Images of Elliot’s tensed
features as he fisted at his cock danced across your brain as you bit your
'Should I go?’ The
words left your mouth as though they were a dare, suspended and almost
croaked and stepped towards you. His touch was always clumsy and awkward at
first - he needed a moment to recalibrate. He grabbed you by the waist, you
could feel the hard tips of his fingers digging into your ribs and it hurt but
you didn’t complain. You kind of liked it.
You made the first
move to kiss - you knew your kisses turned Elliot into a squirming mess.
Surprisingly he got the upper-hand as he pushed his lips against yours roughly.
You stopped dead still, breath catching in your throat when you felt his tongue
tease at your bottom lip. Just as you opened your mouth to allow his tongue in
further he bit down on your bottom lip. That made you jump and it was kind of
sore but insanely hot. You whined softly, hands fisting themselves in Elliot’s
hoodie as he sucked your lip.
When you pulled
apart you were gasping - you could feel your underwear sticking to you from
where you’d grown insanely wet already. Elliot looked equally flushed, perhaps
even a little surprised at himself as his tongue touched his swollen lips.
'That is unlike
you.’ Was all you could mutter lamely. Out of the corner of your eye you could
see that your hand was tremoring slightly.
'You don’t like
it?’ There was a hint of anxiety to Elliot’s voice now. As lovers you were
still so unsure of yourselves - each other’s boundaries included.
'Actually I’d like
some more.’ You tried to sound teasing but instead you stuttered slightly.
Elliot’s expression darkened again to how he’d looked earlier when you first
'Good because this
isn’t an act. I’m still pissed at you.’
'For getting you
'You fucking know
why.’ Elliot snapped and made his way over to his desk chair where he sat.
Before you had to chance to move he was unbuckling his belt and roughly pushing
his jeans down to his ankles. Elliot hissed quietly as he took his cock out of
his boxers, it was flushed and rock hard. Elliot looked down, his lips pursed
as he wiped his fingers over the wet tip a few times before beginning to stroke
himself lazily. When he looked up he raised his eyebrows at you.
You swallowed hard
and moved towards him. Your movements felt mechanical - you were pretty sure
you were still in shock at Elliot’s sudden change in demeanour and it was
making your head spin.
By the time you’d
kneeled down in front of Elliot - noting the discomfort of the cheap wooden
apartment flooring under your knees - you could hear the quiet wet noises
coming from Elliot’s cock as he stroked himself and his voice was strained as
if holding back a grunt as he spoke.
'I want you
to…please.’ The 'please’ came out as Elliot’s breath caught in his throat and
you knew he was still there, your Elliot - behind the anger and arousal of the
man in front of you. You delicately placed a hand over Elliot’s, prising it
away from himself as your mouth descended over his length. Elliot sucked in a
shrill breath as you moved your mouth all the way down to the base of him. His
dick felt hot inside your mouth, slightly salty from where he’d probably been
sweating over you earlier. But it wasn’t unpleasant and you were turned on by
how frantic his actions were.
You began to move
your lips up and down slowly, focussing more so on swirling your tongue around
the tip of Elliot’s cock as you blew him. The motion made him swear under his
breath and a hand found its way to the back of your head as he gently urged you
on. When you brought a hand up to wrap around him he let out a growl - an
actual growl which made you ache - and pushed your hand away. 'No no I’m too sensitive.'
lift your head up and stare at your glazed expression, his eyes roaming over
your wet lips which were starting to feel swollen from the motion. It was hot
knowing he was getting off to watching your mouth get covered in spit and
precum, but you knew Elliot well enough to know that he was searching in your
face for your ongoing willingness and the insecurity was probably teasing him
in the back of his brain. As a result you increased the speed of your sucking,
tilting your head slightly as you did so that he caught every velvety corner of
your mouth. 'Jesus fuck.’ Elliot swore as his hips bucked into your mouth. You
wanted to look up and see the sight you’d been thinking about earlier - his
scrunched eyes and slack mouth but you couldn’t, not yet.
'Stop, stop please!
Otherwise I’ll cum-’ The words came out as a rush from Elliot and you pulled
your mouth off him, squeezing the base of his cock tightly just in case.
'Isn’t that the
point?’ You said breathlessly, studying every bit of Elliot’s fucked out face
as he panted in the chair.
'I wanted to fuck
you first.’ His voice was back to a low drawl with just a hint of
breathlessness behind it. He leaned forward and quickly kissed your wet lips,
his tongue dipping into mouth as he rather confidently tasted himself. You
whined at the sensation, unable to take it this time as your hips bucked
forward and rutted against Elliot’s shin. Elliot let out a short breath which
could have been a laugh if his tongue wasn’t in your mouth. All of a sudden he
was off the chair, even his small frame felt imposing as he hovered over you
pushing you right down onto the wooden floorboards.
'Here? Really?’ You
gasped out as Elliot set to work unbuttoning your work trousers with his nimble
fingers. You allowed him to roughly pull them down, abandoning his task half
way through when he realised he’d forgotten about your shoes. It made you smirk
when he prised them awkwardly off your feet which earnt you a rough squeeze of
'Serves you right
for earlier. Stupid girl.’ Elliot replied but you could hear the teasing in his
voice. He leant forward and gave you a soft kiss as he removed your underwear.
It was a reminder that he didn’t really hate you, that you were wanted and he
was all yours.
You gasped when
your ass came into contact with cold wooden floorboards beneath you. Elliot bit
his lip and kneaded your ass cheeks roughly in his hands which made you
'Sorry.’ He replied
bashfully and his lips pulled into a half smile as his hand grazed your inner
thigh. You closed your eyes and tried not to hold your breath as his fingertips
traced over the lips of your pussy. Fortunately Elliot was never much in the
mood for teasing and he plunged two fingers into you easily. Your back arched
almost painfully from the wooden floor and you saw Elliot smirk at how wet you
were as his fingers glided in and out of you easily.
'Fuck.’ You gasped
when Elliot rolled his thumb over your clit, his fingers already beginning a
'come hither’ motion as he found your g-spot easily.
'You really like
pissing me off, don’t you?’ Elliot aided his question with a quick flick of his
fingers which made you bite down on your lip.
prompted you again with his fingers, the speed slowly increasing and the pressure
on your clit growing more insistent as Elliot drew you closer.
'Yes. Fuck. Okay
yes I do.’ You moaned out, very close to cumming as your hips bucked against
Elliot’s fingers of their own accord.
'That’s kind of
messed up Y/N.’ Elliot drawled as he brought you off with his hand. You would
feel embarrassed about gushing all over his hand but it felt so good you didn’t
care. You managed a high pitched 'El’ followed by a series of whimpers as you
You took a few
seconds to come down from your high and when you finally opened you eyes you
could see that Elliot was fisting his cock tightly again, bottom lip caught
between his teeth.
'Sorry you looked
so good then I couldn’t help it.’ He gasped out and you noticed that it was his
hands that were shaking now as he kneeled between your legs.
'May I?’ Elliot
asked as he hovered over you, dick in hand ready to enter.
'Yes Christ, please
do.’ Was all you managed you hiss out as Elliot entered you in one fluid
motion. You were worried he wouldn’t be able feel anything due to how wet you
were but he still let out a low groan as he pushed all the way in.
won’t last long sorry.’ Elliot said through his teeth as his hips started to
rock against yours, the floorboards creaking underneath you.
'Fuck I don’t care
just fill me up.’ You gasped out in return which made Elliot swear under his
breath again as he picked up pace, wet sounds coming from the place where your
hips met as he fucked you frantically.
'El, El, El…’ You
didn’t know why you were saying his name like that but it was like a chorus.
All you could do was grip Elliot’s slender hips tightly, urging him deeper as
his hips rolled against yours. Elliot kept one hand tightly on your ass cheek,
kneading the soft flesh hard as he held you still on the floor whilst the other
hand rested just above your head as he supported himself above you.
Elliot bit out and suddenly you could feel yourself being flooded with warmth
as he buried himself in you. Elliot stayed very still for a few moments, his
sweaty brow pressed against your shoulder as he panted above you. Climax for
Elliot was similar to being high and this was very much his comedown.
'You’re so good.’
You breathed out over Elliot’s shoulder and kissed the damp skin there whilst
your back throbbed with pain from being down on the wooden floor.
After that the anger was all but forgotten. Elliot lectured you of
course but he wasn’t mad at all. In fact you were very pleased with yourself,
pleased with the fact that from now on you knew exactly how to get Elliot
Prompt: Hey I love your bill/Pennywise oneshots there so good and I wanted to know if you can do a insane or killer reader x Pennywise that meets Pennywise through the Loser club? And he’s just in awe of her
Warning: Mentions of abusive father
Note: I had stupid geometry homework to work on first. Homework before fanfic kids. I really, really, really, don’t like geometry. You can tell I’m holding back from unleashing unholy curses upon this page. Also goddessgamergirl im sorry if this wasn’t what you were thinking of but I hope it still fullfils you.
You huffed as you stared at the tv upside down tv watching the news since there was nothing better to watch. Oh wait, the tv wasn’t upside down YOU were upside down.
Anyways you were on the couch still in your pajamas upside down like a bat. Today was Saturday so there was nothing you could really do. You could go meet your friends but that sounded too….eh.
You could go over to your neighbors and strangle her roosters that woke you up this morning. They derived you crazy so sometimes you’d sneak over and violently shake her roosters little necks until you were satisfied or caught.
Then you’d calmly walk back into your house and enjoy in the afterglow of strangling the most hated thing in the universe. But at the same time that was too boring. You pressed your finger to your chin in thought wondering what you should do.
Your mother walked by with a basket of clothes and noticed you uncomfortably upside down staring off into space.
“Sweetie? Why don’t you get dressed and go see your friends?” Your mother asked.
“I don’t know I kinda just wanna….hang here…ya know…nothing much to do…with this short life of ours….”
“How long have you been bored for?”
“3 hours. I finally found the meaning of life though!”
“Go get dressed and get out of the house.” Your mother sighed before walking upstairs.
You groaned but unhooked your ankles from the top of the cough and ungracefully tumbled backwards until you ended up sitting on the floor staring at the seat of the couch in front of you.
You simply hummed before standing up and walking upstairs and into your room. You searched through your drawers trying to find something clean to wear. You were too lazy to put your clothes away.
You dug through your entire dresser until you found the perfect shirt that was the classic Alice in Wonderland quote. You put on your pants as well where one part was solid black and the other was vertically striped white and black.
You slipped on your shoes before walking over to your bike and pedaling furiously down the road talking and laughing to yourself along the way. You arrived to Bill’s house and knocked on the door loudly pounding your first until he opened it.
“D-D-Dude my parents are upstairs-”
“Don’t need to know. I need help.”
“(N-N-Name), y-you need professional help.”
You threw your head back like you were being possessed and laughed in a maniac sort of way. When you snapped straight up you were serious, “I have therapy every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. I’m fine. Well…as fine as I’ll ever get. Lost my mind many years back if you can’t recall.”
You were mentioning how ever since you were born you suffered from serious trauma from your father. He was the worst father in history and would beat and verbally abuse you everyday.
Your mother was the same, only she had it much worse.
After he was done beating you he’d throw you into the cellar which was basically the stereotypical horror cellar with rats and cobwebs. So your little mind in order to keep you alive had broke.
You were found stabbing your father to death with a knife laughing the entire time. Your homicidal tendencies weren’t there much and were just empty threats most of the time.
Author Note: writing this because my awesome new tumblr friend put it in my mind💙💜 also this is going to start with Jerome and the reader meeting at the circus and this is the start to an emotional joy ride of a series 😉😂 also the reader is related to Jim Gordon but you’ll see how in this part😉😉😉 and I know I have requests to post but I got excited and just had to go ahead and post this
Word count: it’s very long
Requested: sorta kinda is a request/collaboration
Warnings: None for this part
“Come on Daddy!!!”
You held his hand as you ran through the circus. Even though you were only 6 you were fast. And he had a semi hard time keeping up.
Your father stopped and smiled when he saw a friend from work. He walked over to talk to him. His grip on your hand loosened to the point where he let go. You stood beside him just staring off into space when you got bored you decided to wander off.
You kept wandering around and looking at all the side shows. You were fascinated by all the acts and costumes. But something caught your eye.
There was a huge snake in a cage and you felt drawn to it. You leaned forward and looked at the beautiful snake.
“Hey be careful!”
You stepped back quickly and looked over to see a red headed boy with crystal blue eyes that looked around your age.
“It’s fine, she just gets irritated after a long day of preforming.”
You turned back to look at the snake and the boy walked up and stood beside you.
“What’s her name?”
You nodded and looked back at her.
"I’m Jerome by the way.”
You smiled brightly and he smiled brightly back. The two of you continued to talk and walk around the circus. Holding hands in an innocent way. He showed you around and showed you some of the best food stands and side shows. Your father ran to you and hugged you tightly.
“DON’T EVER RUN OFF LIKE THAT AGAIN!!! I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU Y/N!!!”
You hugged him back tightly and yawned. He sighed.
“I guess it’s time to go home… Say goodbye to your friend.”
You turned around and hugged Jerome tightly. He hugged you back tightly.
Little did you know that at this moment your destiny would be tied to Jerome’s and that he would change your life forever.
12 years later:
It was late in November on a Friday night. You were heading to Haly’s circus because you hadn’t been in a long time. You kept wanting to return but you couldn’t between work, family, friends, and school. But you finally had a free weekend and decided to go.
You gave your money to the ticket booth person and got your ticket. You entered the circus and walked around looking at all the attractions. You saw people entering a huge tent but you wanted to see all the side shows.
You stopped every now and then to watch but nothing really caught your eye. Well except the huge snake in the cage you saw out of the corner of your eye. Ever since you were 5 years old you had loved them. You walked up to the cage and bent over to look into it. The snake stuck it’s tongue out and started to move in its little coiled position.
“Hey be careful.”
You looked up to see a red headed boy who looked to be around the age of 18.
“She gets aggravated after a day of preforming.”
You knew you had heard this from somewhere before but you couldn’t recall from where. The boy walked towards you and smiled while looking down.
“My name is Jerome.”
“OHMYGOSHJEROME?!?! I haven’t seen you in forever!!!”
You tackle hugged him to the ground and he looked at you confused.
“Do I know you?”
“It’s me! Y/N!”
He quickly hugged you back smiling.
“God you’ve changed so much!”
“I could say the same for you.”
You looked down at him and smiled before standing up and brushing yourself off. He did the same. He hugged you again.
“I didn’t think you would ever come back.”
“I guess I just got caught up in school and family and work and friends…”
You laughed and he laughed too. You had never heard his laugh before and honestly you were in love with it. He slowly took your hand in his as he started to lead you away to the ruckus of the circus grounds. The two of you talked about random things and the subject constantly seemed to change. The two of you wove your way through the crowd.
Although there were hundreds of people there all you could focus on was the two of you. To you no one else was there. He led you away from the noise and the crowd and down towards the huge river nearby. He picked up a stone and threw it across. You sat down on the cold grass and he soon joined you.
“You know I never really got to know you. Technically we have only met once before.”
He looked over at you.
“True but I don’t have many friends here or any at all really. You were more of a friend to me that day than anyone here has ever been to me.”
“Do you not like them?”
“It’s not that. There are just some…. Issues between circus families here. Making friends isn’t the easiest thing in the world to do here.”
“Well you got me.”
“Yeah… I guess I do…. Don’t I?”
The two of you continued to sit there in silence. You didn’t know why but you felt comfortable around Jerome. Hell you have only ever met him twice and you feel more comfortable around him rather than you do around most of your friends. You noticed that there were few people left at the circus and sighed.
“I should probably head home…”
He jumped up quickly at the statement.
His face froze when he realized what he had said.
“I-I’m sorry I just…. It felt like I didn’t get much time with you.”
“I guess time flies.”
You could see sadness in his eyes.
“Would you like to walk me back to my car?”
He looks at you and smiled before nodding. The two of you walked back in silence. You wouldn’t know his reason for not talking but you knew your own. You were trying to figure out what pulled you to Jerome. You were certain it wasn’t normal to become best friends with each other after only meeting twice. You shrugged it off and realized that your feet had taken you to your car while you were lost in thought.
You turned to Jerome to say goodbye and noticed his gloomy expression. You frowned.
“Hey cheer up.”
“What if you don’t come back?”
The question struck you by surprise. You sighed and gave him a half smile.
“I promise I’ll come back. In fact…. I’ll come back tomorrow. Deal?”
If put his finger on his chin as if to think.
“Okay but if your not here tomorrow you’re in trouble missy.”
You both laughed. You hugged him one last time before getting in your car.
“I’ll see you tomorrow!”
You drove off leaving Jerome by himself.
Author’s note: I know it’s kind of a calm start and kinda boring but to start this I have to start with where y'all meet!!!! Things will escalate quickly after this though 😉😉 Anywho I hope y'all enjoy this and I hope it’s good because I worked a lot of today on it💜💜💜🐢🐢🐢 love you babes!!!!
Author’s Note: Holy
hell, was this insane to write X_X
A few things. Firstly, I apologize for how long it took
for this to come out. I was incredibly anxious about school, plus I was just
overly struggling with writing this chapter. I had a general idea of what I
wanted to happen, but I didn’t really know how to get it down into words.
Secondly, this came out as about 18 pages long in Word so
I apologize for how ridiculously long this is! I didn’t think it was going to
come out so damn long!
And thirdly, this chapter is heavy on the angst. There’s
a little bit of horror – of course – but this chapter is mainly angst-ridden so
prepare for a LOT of feels! For Christ’s sake, I CRIED while writing this, so
that should be saying something.
chapter is very heavy and is incredibly dark. There are mentions of suicide,
abuse (both physical and mental), bullying (mainly cyberbullying), existential
crisis, self-mutilation, and incredibly low self-esteem. There are mentions of
a character getting lobotomized. There is a scene with a detailed description
of the inside of a character’s back, which contains abnormal anatomy.
I will say this and I will say this one: This is NOT a
happy fun time chapter! (I know, the story as a whole isn’t happy, but this
chapter is VERY heavy on the angst as opposed to the other chapters) There ARE
You have been warned.
(I am SO sorry. I feel so bad for writing this! ;^;)
Wheezing breaths of agony
echoed throughout the room as he operated. Warm sticky crimson spurted onto his
naked lanky fingers – the very fingers of which were maneuvering the stainless
steel instrument through his patient’s skull. A pained gasp expelled from the
man upon the bloodied table.
“Oh be quiet.” The glitching entity hissed with agitation. “Stop your whining.” He scoffed. “You act as though you’ve never felt pain
before.” A delighted giggle came ringing out of the creature’s slit throat.
“Almost like you’re afraid of dying.”
A quivering whimper could
faintly be heard coming from his patient as he fiddled with the orbitoclast.
The green-haired demon smirked from behind his surgical mask.
“I must say, Herr Doktor,” He
said in a horrible German accent, mocking the man, “you should be proud of me. I’m no doctor, but I seem to be doing an
impeccable job here, if I do say so myself.” He bragged, his smirk
stretching into a twisted smile.