let me tell you about this golden boy who lost everything

Bruise [ X ] [ Final ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 5.8k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by peter-pan-yeol

The world could change a lot in four months, transforming from dull and grey to full of life and color. The once white ground now was sprouting with sprigs of green, the air filled with the scent of fresh flowers blooming. Your eyes were constantly enticed, watching the cherry blossoms in the park flutter to the ground when the wind blew too hard, noticing how the number of people out every day had multiplied as the weather improved. The earth looked new, fresh, like someone had turned it off and back on again, resetting it to his most gentle settings, ones that emitted joy. It was all in stark contrast to how it had been just weeks ago. The world had moved on in the past four months, things had changed, and in some ways, so had you.

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Far too young to die

Request by @mr-robot-x : How would Jeff react when the reader dies in the accident instead of him. Clay and Justin support him.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, i listened to soooo many sad songs while writing this and idek how many times i watched my baby Jeff’s death scene and cried. Two of my friends read this and they cried. WE NEED TO PROTECT MY BABY, HE IS TOO PURE FOR THIS CRUEL WORLD

PLAYLIST

  • Saturn - Sleeping at last
  • If I die young - The band perry (iconic song in my opinion)
  • My immortal - Evanescence
  • People help the people - Birdy
  • Moments - One Direction 
  • The whole playlist for 13rw


Jeff’s POV

It was never supposed to happen this way. It should have been me! If that stupid stop sign wasn’t down and if I wasn’t drunk maybe things wouldn’t have ended this way.

*flashback* Y/N POV

As you got ready for the first party of the year, settling on a black romper and flats, you get a text from Jeff.

”be there by 20:30 x”

As you finished doing your hair, you heard your parents and who you presumed to be Jeff. As you walked into the kitchen it was as if he could sense your presence because he turned to you and flashed you a smile that was reserved only for you. You stood next to him and he wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed a loving kiss on your forehead. The drive to Jessica’s house was in a comfortable silence, with you humming to the tune of whatever song was on the radio and Jeff focusing on the road and having his hand resting on your leg.

You both stayed together for the duration of the party, as usual. You decided it was best that you not drink seeing that Jeff decided to play beer pong and someone will have to be the designated driver. You saw Clay and Hannah together and it looked like things were going well. Anyone could see that they liked each other if you paid enough attention. It seemed like the two were just waiting for the other to make the first move. Jeff was really doing a good deed by helping Clay, and from what you’ve heard, Hannah deserves happiness after everything the people at this school has put her through.

It was getting late, so you decided it be best that you and Jeff leave before he gets too drunk, knowing that he will regret it tomorrow morning. As you drove, Jeff filled the silence, “We should go for breakfast tomorrow”, he spoke. You smiled at him, “How about lunch? I don’t think your hangover is going to let you leave bed before 10″, you looked at him and laughed. But you were cut short by the sound of screeching tyres and crash, and everything suddenly went black.

You could hear a voice scream your name, no wait two voices. “y/n wake up, baby please just move, open your eyes. Do something so i know you’re okay please.” Jeff. “Jeff we have to get you out!” said the second voice. “NO! She needs to be okay Clay!” Clay, it’s Clay. You tried, you really tried to move but it was like you were stuck in cement. You wanted to just wrap your arms around Jeff and tell him that everything was going to be okay. That’s when you heard the sirens, the ambulance, Jeff still calling out your name. It pained you to hear him call and you not being able to do anything. It all sounded so distant, it sounded like it was happening miles away from the place you were. But what you heard next didn’t feel distant, it felt like it was being screamed into your ear. “Driver, female, late teens, time of death: 00:26.″

*present* Jeff’s POV

It’s been three days. Three days since I lost her. As I walk into school, everyone looks at me with sympathy and there’s road safety posters plastered everywhere. Are you fucking kidding me? “follow the rules of the road”, “road safety isn’t a joke.” Maybe if the fucking stop sign was up she would still be here. 

“Jeff, wait up”

“Clay, uh-hi”

“I’m not gonna ask how you’re holding up, but you’re my friend and I need to know if you’re gonna be okay at school.”

“I don’t know anymore, there was this part of me hoping she would be there waiting at my locker like she usually does, standing there with open arms ready to tell me it was all a nightmare and that she wouldn’t leave me.”

“Hey listen, everything becomes too much, just tell me and we can put our lessons on hold.”

“No, no don’t do that. She believed in me Clay, she always believed I would would get my grades up and play again and I can at least do that for her.”

“Jeff you know I’m always gonna be here okay? Just don’t do anything you’ll regret, just talk to me okay?”

“yeah thanks Clay”

*2 months later*

She would be proud, y/n would be proud. I got my grades up and coach is going to let me play again. I just wish she was her to see this. “And now stepping up to the plate, Liberty High’s golden boy has returned, Jeff Atkins!”

As I walked onto the field I felt like everything was coming together. I took my position, ready to use all my built up anger and frustration and hit the ball. That’s when I heard it, I looked into the crowd to see where that voice came from but no one was there. I shook it off and got into position again, then there she was, the biggest smile and cheering me on from “her spot” in the crowd and i froze, the bat falling to my feet as i stood there staring at the place she would always stand during my games.

“Jeff! hey man what happened? you good?” someone said as they placed their hand on my shoulder, forcing me to move my gaze from the crowd. “She was there, I heard her voice and I thought I saw her Justin.” “Jeff she’s not there, I’m sorry.” “She was always at my games, she wouldn’t miss any of them. She was my lucky charm.” “Jeff there’s something you need to know about the night of the accident. I-uh Hannah said something after she died, but I can’t say anything. Sheri is the only one who can tell you what really happened that night….”


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You Are The Only One I Want

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin/Reader (She/Her)

Category: Angst, with a little fluff at the end

Words: 2025

Warnings: Swearing, food mentioned, violence mentioned, Eggsy is a little bit beaten up, a little bit of fighting, mention of pain pills

Prompts: “You deserve better.” & “Just sit down and let me take care of you.”

Summary: Eggsy comes home from a rough mission feeling like he is not good enough for his girlfriend.

A/N’s: Wow! So, this is the first reader insert fic that I have ever written. It also happens to be the first thing I’ve ever written that I’ve let anybody read, so please go easy on me. I’d love some constructive criticism, if anyone has any ideas on how I could make my writing any better. Thanks!  I hope you all enjoy.

Originally posted by tarons

             Eggsy hesitated to even go home that night. Part of him wanted to find somewhere else to stay for the night, his mum’s or Roxy’s. His last mission had been rough. He was beaten, bruised, and bloody. This wouldn’t be the first time he had come home to her like this. At this point he knew that she was probably used to it, that she maybe even expected it most nights and he hated that. He hated making her upset or fearful for him. He hated that when he was on a mission, she was stuck home, alone and worrying about his safety. But more than anything, he hated the fact that he was what caused her distress.

             It wasn’t until he reached their apartment building that he realized where his post mission debrief walk had taken him. While completely lost in thought he had made his way back to her. Right back to his incredible Y/N. Right back to the woman he was so helplessly in love with. Even when he was internally debating coming home or not he still found his way back to the girl he considered to be his entire world. ‘I’m never gonna be able to stay away from her.’ He shook his head at this thought.  Eggsy knew that he couldn’t keep doing this to her. He didn’t want to keep doing this to her.

              The brunette continues to stand outside of their building for a few more minutes, just allowing himself a chance to sort out his thoughts. He doesn’t know how long he ended up standing out there. It was not until a man staring down at his cell phone almost knocked him over that he finally decided that it was time to face the music. Taking one last deep breath he walks into the small building, heading straight for the elevator and hitting the button for his floor.

             As he walks down the hallway to their apartment, he sends a small smile to the single mother who lives down the hall and offers to help her bring her groceries inside but she declines with a kind smile and a simple ‘No thanks’. Eggsy stares down at the floor as he continues to walk, slightly disappointed that his plan to procrastinate the conversation he was about to have had failed.  He genuinely didn’t think that his heart could beat any faster than it already was but he is quickly proven wrong once he makes it to the end of the hall and finds himself standing in front of their door.

             The first thing he notices once he steps inside is the sweet smell of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. The familiar scent is almost able to bring a smile to his somber looking face. Y/N always made the delicious treats when she had some spare time before he came home. She had once told him that it was an old family recipe and that her mother always made them for her when she was having a rough day as a kid. A sigh escapes his lips as he hears her footsteps coming down the hall to their bedroom.  He is barely able to set down his bag before she is pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re home! I missed you while you were gone babe!” She says with such relief in her voice that it almost breaks his heart.

             “Hi beautiful. I missed you too.” He replies as he slowly pulls back from her hug to look down at his sweet girlfriend. Her hair is pulled up in a messy bun with a few pieces hanging loose around her face and at the back of her neck and she is already in pajamas. A pair of fluffy polka-dot socks are on her feet. She looks adorable (like always). She gives him a warm smile, but it starts to fade when she notices the gloomy look on his face.

             “What’s wrong Eggy?”

             The old nickname still manages to make him smile. An old reminder of simpler times when they were first introduced and she had – much like many other people he had met – misheard his name. He places a gentle kiss on her forehead before walking into the living room and sitting on their couch. He motions for her to come sit down next to him and takes one more deep breath before he finally begins to say what has been stuck in his mind since his mission ended.

             “I hate making you worry about me.” He’s barely started and the look on her face is already enough to make him want to shut up. The e/c eyed girl sitting next to him looks confused and worried, which makes what he is trying to do so much harder because this, this is exactly what he is trying to stop from happening again. The entire point of what he is saying, what he is doing was to stop himself from making her nervous anymore. He closes his eyes for a second and reminds himself of what has been going through his mind for hours, of all the times he came home and she had bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep. Or of the texts he would get from her, late at night when he was away on a mission. The ones that said things like ‘I hope you’re getting some sleep baby, but I’m still up and I just wanted to check in. Love you.’ or ‘I know you can’t tell me about what’s going on with the mission, but please tell me that you’re doing ok at least.’.

             Eggsy reopens his eyes, but this time instead of looking at her, into her kind eyes, he looks away, towards the coffee table where he sees the plate of her freshly baked cookies and his body completely deflates.  His normally cocky demeanor has been replaced with one of hesitance and resignation. His shoulders are slumped and his jaw is clenched. “You shouldn’t have to spend so much time wondering if I’m gonna come home or not. You shouldn’t be stuck awake all night because you’re thinking about what kind of danger I might be in on my missions.” He glances at the floor next to the couch as he says this and notices JB sitting there with his head tilted to the side, just staring at him, as if he too was wondering what the fuck Eggsy was doing, “I mean fuck sweetheart, you are so incredible, way too good for me. You deserve somebody who can provide you with some sense of stability. Someone who you can count on to come home to you every night. I see how exhausted you are when I get home from a mission and just when you start to get rested again, I get called away. I can’t keep doing this to you.”

             Sometime around when he had said that she was too good for him the h/c haired girl had started slowly shaking her head, looking at him in what he could only describe as pure horror. Before he could continue talking she cut him off, “Eggsy stop! I don’t care about any of that stuff! I know you can’t tell me much about your missions, but I can tell enough to know that what you do is incredibly important. You go out there and you put yourself in danger to protect other people. I will never ever be angry at you for that, for how brave that makes you baby. I would choose you over some normal picket fence life any day. It’s not even a question.”

             For the first time in minutes Eggsy looks up at her, into her e/c eyes. He is no longer able to continue to try to stay strong and Y/N can see the tears in his green eyes. Letting out a deep breath he mumbles, barely loud enough to hear, “You deserve better.”

             At this the normally collected girl bolts out of her seat next to him and throws her hands in the air before crying out, “You know what! Maybe I do, but even if that is somehow true I don’t want better! I want you!” She takes a deep breath and lowers herself to a kneeling position in front of him and gently places her hands on his knees, “I don’t care what kind of baggage comes along with you. I will gladly put up with any of it if it means that I still get to be with you and cuddle with you and love you! I love you Eggsy and I can’t stand the idea of not being your girl anymore. So please, if you genuinely believe that I would in any way be better off without you then do whatever the hell you have to get that thought out of your head!”

               The boy on the couch stares down at her and lets out a sob before collapsing forward onto the floor next to her. He clumsily pulls her towards him and hides his face into the curve of her shoulder and she carefully maneuvers herself into his lap and wraps her arms around him and for the first time since he got home she is able to truly take him in. She notices the bruises running along his cheek bones and the one surrounding his left eye. She can only imagine the bruises that lay under his suit which is now getting wrinkled by their position. After a moment, she carefully pulls away from him and rubs her thumb over his split lip.

             “Now babe please, you’re hurt. Just sit down and let me take care of you.”

             He nods while staring into her eyes and allows then both to stand up. He sits down on the couch while she rubs her hand carefully over his face one more time before she walks into the kitchen and grabs a few ice packs as well as some pain meds and water. Once he has taken the pills she sends him to get changed into some comfier clothing and grabs them both a glass of milk before sitting down on the couch and turning on the tv. She puts on some random sitcom while she waits for him to come back and finally allows herself to process everything that has just happened.

             When Eggsy walks back into the room she is just staring at the coffee table, completely lost in her own thoughts and he has to call out her name to get the girl to look up at him. He had changed into an old sweater and some sweatpants. When she does finally look up at him, he looks concerned and she gives him a small smile to let him know that she is ok before moving over slightly so that he can sit down next to her. Once he is comfortable on the couch beside her, she hands him the ice packs and the milk before reaching forward and grabbing the plate of cookies. They each grab a few and he places his arm on the couch behind her head, allowing the girl to rest against his side. He smiles after he takes his first bite of cookie and kisses her on the forehead, quietly telling her how much he loves her and her cookies.

             “I’m glad,” she says before joking, “I make them with love.”

             He chuckles. They spend the next few hours on the couch and they eventually end up laying down, him behind her, stomach and chest pressed up against her back. As the night goes on and they both begin to get sleepier and sleepier he begins to rub his hand up and down her arm. Just as she begins to drift off she turns her head to look at him and says, quietly, “You are right about me being terrified to lose you during a mission, but what scares me even more is the idea that you might leave me voluntarily.”

             He presses a kiss to her nose and gently tells her, “Don’t worry love. I ain’t going anywhere. I promise.”


@kurtwxgners Thanks for letting me tag you and I hope that you like it!

Sweet Tears Pt.4

Jungkook x Reader {Cat Hybrid/Dystopian Au!} (a)(f)(eventual smut)

Warnings: Mature themes, Violence, Blood, Hinting at Abuse

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.

Wordcount: 7k+

**Okay, this wasn’t at all how this chapter was supposed to be, but~ it’s how it is now. Anywhoo~ I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please~ tell me how you guys feel about it.

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Previously: Once at the apartment, you opened the trunk and back seat, grabbing as many bags as you could. Suddenly, you found it hard to carry what you had taken, your grip starting to loosen. Looking at Jungkook, you saw him having a hard time, struggling to keep everything in his hands.. Walking into the hallway, you felt everything slipping. You were sure you were going to drop the items, Jungkook unable to do anything with his hands full as well. Bracing yourself for the crash of everything you closed your eyes, waiting to hear it all fall. After you waited for a second, nothing  happened. Slowly you opened your eyes, shocked to see who had save everything from the ground.

The leopard hybrid and girl from earlier this morning


Your eyes locked with the leopards, not breaking away even for a second. You got lost in their color; various shades of blue and gray, resembling that of the icy world his hybrid genes came from. As you looked into them, they didn’t hold the same anger they had in the mall, instead they looked soft, almost gentle as he looked you over.

He gazed into your eyes, just as curious about you as you were about him. You reminded him of his owner, not holding the same entitled stare that other hybrid owners held. You seemed smart, someone with a lot of knowledge in their head, yet there was a hint of ignorance hidden within too. For a second, that’s all that you both did, analyzing each other from what you could see.

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Catch Me (Day 7)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,633

A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long to update. I had family and school things to attend to but here it is! The final part of Catch Me - I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you to everyone who reblogged/liked/commented on any part of this story. I adore each and every one of you.

@avengerstories​ - thank you for editing this you queen :)

Day 6

Originally posted by musicfixyou

“We’re all needed for this mission,” Steve states from the front of the conference room. His lips are set in a straight line and there are no hints of the smile he was wearing only half an hour earlier when the two of you were eating lunch together. It goes to show that something as seemingly insignificant as a ten-minute phone call can change everything.

“What is it this time?”

“Infiltration.” Steve hesitates before adding, “Of a HYDRA base.”

Bucky who, for the first time ever, voluntarily chose to sit next to you for this meeting, clenches his fists under the table.

“Even me?” Bruce questions, stealing your attention away from HYDRA’s former golden boy. He’s fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater and you wish you could offer him some kind of comfort. You know how opposed he is to becoming the big, green monster unless it’s absolutely necessary.

“We’re only going to need your medical expertise for this one Doc.”

“Oh thank god.” Bruce sinks back in his seat and relief floods through you. At least someone is guaranteed to come out of this mission unscathed.

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Mr. Hemmings

You were really glad that your plan that you made up in a matter of seconds actually went how you wanted it to go; get Luke alone, make him all hot and bothered, and then leave him sweaty and baffled along with wanting more. Everything was going perfect. 

Originally posted by pikamikey

Words: 7.6k 

Request: No

Rating: R [A BIT OF SUB SPACE AND JUST A TAD BIT OF A PAIN KINK, ALONG WITH LUKE BEING VERY DOMINATE]

A/N: y’all asked for it, so here it is… hope you enjoy;) 

part one


Of course the room fell completely silent when those words wisped out of your mouth; you really should not be surprise on the reaction that you’re receiving. You were somewhat praying that you would get a different reaction, not one of surprise or shock, but something that would make you generally happy and excited rather than a stone cold glare and a fake smile.

You let your arms slump to the side of your body as you stared at your green haired friend with wide eyes; your back begins to curve in as you become the same height as the boy that sits before you as your bottom lip drops into a pout as you shuffle a bit on your knees.

“Before I say anything that would most likely hurt your feelings, can I ask you something?” He questions, his pierced eyebrow rising up on his forehead as he leans back on your bed post. You just roll your eyes and nod your head slightly to allow him to begin his now overanalyzing questions.

“Are you happy with what you did?” Michael ask, his bottom lip tucking into his mouth as he gives you a serious look. His feet rubbing over each other in his knitted grey socks as you suck in a breath, before pushing your hand throughout your hair to get rid of a bit of a tangled mess.

“Do you not want me to be happy with what I did?” You question, eyes bearing into his as you cock your head to the side and look at him with concern. He just rolls his eyes, drops his lip from out of his mouth and lets a sigh escape him.

“First off, it’s not about me, it’s about you. And second, I’m not the one who slept with my next door neighbor.” He states, annoyance clear in his voice but you just ignore it and shift around more on your knees as your lips tug into a smirk.

“Actually remember that one time where-“

“That was years ago.”

“Actually six months!”

“But she wasn’t a parent who was battling custody for their child.”

You let a groan slip out of your mouth as you shut your eyes and throw yourself backwards on your bed. The sheets below you crumple underneath the weight of you as you toss your head around and kick your feet against the mattress, causing it to bounce around under your weight.

“Stop acting like a child and answer my question,” Michael muttered as his arms came and wrapped around your ankles to stop the heavy movements.

“Michael it’s not that serious!” You exclaim, hands by your sides beginning to grip the sheets.

“Uh… Yeah it is? You had sex with a guy who is emotionally unstable, you took advantage of him,” He explained, voice confident and sounding like a parent, which causes you to groan and look up towards your ceiling.

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✰ * º ❛ lovely little lonely ask meme ❜

‘  here’s to now and nothing else.  ’
‘  in this moment, i could die with you.  ’
‘  never felt like this before.  ’
‘  dizzy, drunk, and beautiful.  ’
‘  here’s to all this culture’s rules and your pretty things.  ’
‘  how dirty, wild, and juvenile.  ’
‘  we ain’t got no time for what tomorrow brings.  ’
‘  i never wanna be a distraction.  ’
‘  i feel okay all over, void of all composure.  ’
‘  i like the lips you kiss with.  ’
‘  your lips are bad behavior and i’m in danger.  ’
‘  i don’t have time for your feelings.  ’
‘  you’re insecure, but don’t be.  ’
‘  say soft, but don’t be gentle.  ’
‘  it’s altogether mental.  ’
‘  let’s go to a place where we can forget.  ’
‘  leaving’s overrated.  ’
‘  i wanna inhale you in small doses.  ’
‘  i wanna inhale you in small doses, but adore you like the roses.  ’
‘  you’re bad for me.  ’
‘  i’m a lush, i know you notice  ’
‘  what would you say if you could say everything you needed to, to the one you needed to?  ’
‘  you flash like a setting sun.  ’
‘  you come around, i come undone.  ’
‘  can’t find the sound under my tongue when i look at you.  ’
‘  i lose my voice when i look at you,  ’
‘  just another lovesick afternoon.  ’
‘  just yesterday, i couldn’t help but think of you.  ’
‘  you come around, i lose my brain.  ’
‘  i’ve been searching for the right words, but i can’t even find an echo.  ’
‘  don’t you let go.  ’
‘  there are only twenty-six letters i can use just to tell you i won’t let go.  ’
‘  you told me we were only two punch drunk souls tangled in the wind.  ’
‘  is the sadness everlasting?  ’
‘  it creeps on in to the calmness of yourself.  ’
‘  it creeps on in until it hurts like hell.  ’
‘  you know i never knew how much i was getting into.  ’
‘  i can’t say that i can make you feel complete or free from your worry.  ’
‘  babe, you’ll never be lonely.  ’
‘  don’t you understand? you’ll never be alone again.  ’
‘  do you remember the days we were golden?  ’
‘  for worse or for better.  ’
‘  we said forever, forever ago.  ’
‘  do you remember?  ’
‘  lets leave the lonesome heat behind for better weather.  ’
‘  always just where you are, not where you’ll always be.  ’
‘  so, wherever you are in the world, i want you to be there and only there.  ’
‘  please know that life would be shit without you.   ’
‘  i feel all sorts of good just thinking about you.  ’
‘  i genuinely hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for, even if you have to find it alone.  ’
‘  let’s take our time while it’s still ours to take ‘cause some things hardly change, but nothing ever stays the same.  ’
‘  let’s fall back in love.  ’
‘  let’s fall back in love with the world and who we are.  ’
‘  let’s do the things we never talked about, but never did before.  ’
‘  darling, don’t blink because you will.  ’
‘  and when you open up your eyes again, you may not recognize a friend.  ’
‘  it may be bittersweet ‘cause we’re no longer seventeen, but we’re still young.  ’
‘  dance with me in naivety and follow endlessly the sound of reverie.  ’
‘  the past is in the rear view and the future holds no weight.  ’
‘  we’ve got a lot, but what do we got to lose?  ’
‘  i’m losing track of time.  ’
‘  forget the hearts and all the flowers.  ’
‘  it’s tough to be anything these days, but i think i love time the most when i’m with you.  ’
‘  the truth doesn’t mean a thing.  ’
‘  don’t you get lost in the nostalgia.  ’
‘  it’s not too late.  ’
‘  the only thing i’m really sure of, i’m unsure of almost everything.  ’
‘  i’m looking up and looking forward.  ’
‘  there’s nothing back there for you or me.  ’
‘  so you say you are broken, beaten, used and mistreated. tired, shattered, bruised and battered.  ’
‘  i only wanna talk to you.  ’
‘  you see, yesterday i said tomorrow. i learned today tomorrow can’t be saved.  ’
‘  the less you know, the more.  ’
‘  i will speak in cursive about the way it was when days were young.  ’
‘  now the clock talks so loud, articulate and perfect, about the way it is.  ’
‘  we ain’t kids.  ’
‘  and did you know, i only wanna talk to you?  ’
‘  i remember feeling weightless in the deeper end and drowning in the fear again.  ’
‘  and the lovely little loneliness would hold me down under the sound of being found.  ’
‘  but then it all turned around.  ’
‘  dearly depressed and broken hearted…  ’
‘  i’d like to let you know that boys cry too.  ’
‘  don’t let them tell you how you’re feeling.  ’
‘  i wonder why nobody is asking you.  ’
‘  are you free or are you in sorrow?  ’
‘  are you free or are you being borrowed?  ’
‘  how do you feel?  ’
‘  what’s your condition?  ’
‘  you are alive, but are you living?  ’
‘  give me your voice and i’ll give it a listen.  ’
‘  are you complete or is something missing?  ’
‘  so tell me, do your hands shake? does your heart break?  ’
‘  whatever it is – whatever it isn’t – make sure that it’s real.  ’
‘  you’re not alone in how you’re feeling.  ’
‘  make sure it’s real, real, real.  ’

Hi, here’s me trying to write Drarry

“au where harry james potter has a youtube channel in which he tells story times about himself and shit that happens with him and bam one day he and Draco Beauty Guru Malfoy collaborate: Harry tells a story time while Draco does his make up”- @saintdrarry

Harry James Potter started his youtube channel at the age of 18, when he moved out of the Dursley’s and into an old London mansion he inherited from his late godfather.

  • He goes to uni for European History (he wants to be a professor because he’s a neeeeerd) .
  • His first video- “Welcome to this Grim-old Place!”
  • Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and Ginny are constantly in his “daily” vlogs
    • Tbh he’s shit at being daily, it’s mainly when he can be bothered to go outside
  • He loves to walk around the city with his dogs, Hedwig (a Samoyed), and Padfoot (a Great Dane-also called a boarhound)
  • Often, they go to a small bookshop owned by Xenophilius Lovegood (who always lets animals in) and read for hours
  • He likes to put glasses on his dogs while the lay down and drool over “doggy books” (chew toys in the shape of books) and Instagram it
  • He likes to walk around the house and make up stories about the Blacks, and then ends them all by looking at the camera, very seriously, and saying, “Their ghosts will murder me in my sleep, I’m Sirius, goodnight.”

  • Often, though, he just makes videos at the end of the day telling about his life.
  • His best videos are the drunk ones at all the youtube parties-or the ones when he’s home alone
    • An excerpt from one such video, where he is sitting on a desk chair backwards-”you guys, i gotta be honest with you. Boys are hot as fucK
      • He fell off the chair during that last word
  • The channel gains popularity, and he has like 4 million subs by the time he turns 20
  • His most watched video (with like 15 mil views!!) is “My Coming Out Story
    • The Thumbnail is of him and Ginny sitting on his bed
    • The description is, “Hi im not gay. Im not straight. Im certainly not dating Ginny. Yes, I used to. No, I don’t have an s/o atm.
    • Luna pops up about 30 seconds in, kisses Ginny for 10 seconds while Harry very awkwardly looks at the camera, and then leaves with Ginny.
    • Newsflash: he’s bi af.
  • His second most watched video is about his mum and dad, and everyone cries watching it.
    • They died protecting him in an attempted robbery from a gang when he was very little
    • He also talks about Sirius and Remus
    • Sirius died by being killed by a gang member (after spending 12 years in prison for “being one”
    • Remus died from Cancer
  • Another video is where Luna, Ginny, and Hermione do his hair and choose his wardrobe for a daily vlog
    • He lost a bet
    • His hair is long, so Hermione puts it in a french braid and ties it up in a messy bun
    • They then spend a few minutes talking about how Hermione’s coarse hair has a different care process
    • Ginny chooses an orange button up shirt and faded dungarees for the outfit
    • Luna just elects to put glitter/stick-on jewels on Harry’s face because, she says, it will really pop on his dark skin
  • After that video they film a vlog in which they go to the London Zoo, which is quite near Grimmauld Place
  • Harry really likes the glitter, so he searched Youtube for makeup tutorials and found the one, the only, Draco Malfoy
  • While watching his videos, Harry always notices how clean his workspace was
    • Harry’s house was constantly a mess, but he always cleaned on Sundays-he really did!
  • Also, Malfoy was cold, hardly ever expressing emotion
  • He was brutally honest and loved a challenge
    • Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson (two other beauty gurus) often pop up in his videos
  • Malfoy has one video up about the racist comments he receives for his friends being, well, not white
    • He rants for 15 minutes about how real MUA’s should be able to do makeup on all people, not just white people
  • Apparently, Malfoy has his own line of makeup, called, of course, “Malfoy”
  • All of his videos were makeup related, but his other social media (what no, Harry didn’t stalk) shows his normal life-perfectly pristine and flawless in every way, with a hint of crude humor on Tumblr
  • He was never seen in public without a full face of makeup; his eyeliner could cut a bitch.
  • He didn’t have any pets, but his parents owned an estate with peacocks and horses
    • Draco had a Friesian called Atticus (After Atticus Finch, of course)
    • Anyways, Draco lives in London as well and goes to uni for English
  • One day, Harry emails Draco asking if he wants to collab.
    • This was after weeks of obsessing and multiple friends yelling at him to “just find the boy and snog him”
  • Technically, Ron and Hermione wrote and sent the email
  • When Draco reads it, his heart stops
    • Wow who knew that Draco had been low-key obsessed with Harry the whole time?
    • I did. I’m the author
    • Also, you did. This is a cliche and I am loVING IT
    • Anyways, back to the story.
  • He immediately calls Pansy and yells at her to go to his flat
    • They spend 20 minutes crafting the perfect respons
  • 3 days later, a bare-faced Draco Lucius Malfoy shows up on Harry James Potter’s front doorstep. 
  • He steps in, and Harry offers a cuppa
  • He accepts, and they talk for almost two hours before starting to film.
  • Draco sets up his makeup and hair stuff on a desk next to the camera, and has Harry sit down on a stool opposite his own
  • Harry decides he’s going to talk about his godson, Teddy, and tells Draco so
  • Draco just stares at Harry for about two minutes before bursting out laughing and informing Harry that Teddy is his cousin
  • Eventually, they start filming.
  • Draco decided a long time ago that Harry would be golden, and makes him up that way-from bright eyelids to shiny cheekbones
    • His lips were a matte brown nude with a shimmer on them
  • In the meantime, Harry chattered on about his bus ride with Teddy and how the kid’s hair was bright red, and it almost seemed pink in the sun
  • When they were done, Harry saw how he looked and gasped
    • “Don’t you dare cry, Potter, you’ll ruin everything”
  • After they turned off the camera, Harry worked up the courage to ask Draco out
  • Draco, of course, said yes, and kissed Harry softly on the mouth
    • “Oi, you’ll mess up my makeup” “The lipstick is special, it’s made to stay on. Anyways, I can always do it again.”

They then lived happily ever after goodnight.

Boss Me Around

Part: one | two 

Group: BTS

Pairing: JIN X READER

Requested: btsmakesmehappy said: Hey i just read your posts and soo in love with them! Can i request a namjoon brother!au, the possesive one. While you fall in love with joon’s boss a.k.a jin ceo!au. Is it too much to ask?🙏 Guess who will read everything you post now? ✋

Excerpt: “Can you at least promise me not to fall too easily? And watch out especially for my boss, he’s your type.” Namjoon pulled up to the large hotel next to his office, where the party was being hosted.

Genre: fluff, older brother au, CEO au

Length: 2.3k

A/N: I usually don’t complete requests this fast but this flipped my creative switch and here we are.

There is a possibility of a part 2 but as usual I wont write it unless it is requested~

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 "Y/N, you better not be going to the centenary ball like that,“ you flattened out your short, sparkling dress before placing a hand on your hip with a mischievous smile. You had wanted to impress his colleagues and as the dress glittered in the hall lighting, you knew you would leave a lasting impression.

But Namjoon had a bitter taste in his mouth, he knew you were messing with him but he still refused to move from the door until you had changed. He tried to bite back a smile as you placed a finger in between his furrowed brow, the soft touch easing his frown away. But he was still angry, his suit was expensive and you had insisted he wore it because you had a supposed matching dress, the red lapel felt stupid as he took in your outfit once more; he felt under dressed.

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Jealous much ?

Word count: 1548

Request: Hey :) can you do an imagine where me and cam are best friends and i kiss nash then cam gets jealous

“Ow, That hurt” you rubbed your arm where a punch just landed moments before.

“You’ll live” Cameron chuckled at your response to his punch. This was the usual relationship you had with him. You’ve been best friends for as long as either of you could remember. 

“You’re right, what’s a minute worth of pain to a year worth of pain to your pride, since you just got beaten by a girl once again.” You smirked. You were both playing Mario cart at Cameron’s apartment since you were bored. And typically you always won. Cameron rolled his eyes at your comment as he pressed okay to continue to the next level.

“Hey guys, whatcha doing?” a voice said behind the couch.

 “Mario Kart” You replied not even looking up which was at least a response since Cameron just gave a grunt. You both were super competitive and in the zone and had no time to look up from the intense game that lay on the screen before you. It most likely was Nash who lived with Cameron or one of the other guys who came to visit every so often. They always stop by unannounced. 

“Alright, I play winner” The seat beside you sunk down a little by the weight of the person causing you to glance who it was. Nash. But the split second your attention was diverted caused Cameron to seize the opportunity and throw a shell at you. One you were unable to dodge since your attention was somewhere else. 

“Oh c’mon, Seriously, I was distracted” you groaned, seeing that you lost to Cameron.

 “All’s fair in love and war” Cameron said taking the remote from your hands and handing it over to Nash’s eager ones. 

“I don’t think that’s how that quote goes” You replied but Cameron just shrugged at your response leaving you with your arms crossed. You sunk down into the couch awaiting your turn to beat cameron.

“Hey the boys and I are having a bonfire at the beach tonight, you should come (Y/N)” Nash spoke over the game. Cameron gave him a glance but it was so quick you wondered if you imagined it.

 “I don’t know, parties aren’t my scene” You replied. They weren’t really. You’ve been to a few sure and had some fun but you didn’t really like the atmosphere. It was all about who was drunk and who was the prettiest and who can who hook up with.

“Lie, you enjoy them” Cameron called you out his eyes never leaving the game.

“Can i bring (Y/F/N)?”

“Sure, the more the merrier, Dang Cam” Nash groaned at his defeat, finally looking at you and handing over the remote. 

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“We’re going” (Y/F/N) replied over the phone after you told her of the invite you had received from Nash.

“Why? It’s just a party”

“Yes and a golden opportunity to look good and meet hot guys” You let out a deep breath of air, there was no changing her mind once she had it set on something. And that something was the party tonight. 

“I’ll be over in a few” She stated.As soon as she hung up you heard a knock at your door. She probably was already on her way over as soon as you told her. As soon as you turned the handle she burst in the room chattering about hair, clothes and makeup. “..It’ll be perfect, should we wear bikinis under our outfits? or curl our hair? I’m thinking more natural so if we do swim we won’t look ridiculous.” She continued making it hard for you to catch everything she was saying. Before you knew it she had you sitting on your bed and was in a whirlwind of motions.

 “I forgot to ask what time it will be at…” You trailed off in between things being shoved in your face and clothes thrown your way. (Y/F/N) was a handful but she definitely made life a bit more interesting.

 “Um text Cameron, duh, that’s important” She replied, throwing another article of clothing your way.

YOU: Yo Cam, when’s the party tonight?CAMERON: Should be around 8ish, why?

YOU: because i’m going… ? duh

CAMERON: Right, i’ll see you there :)

“Its around 8ish” 

“Perfect” (Y/F/N) was finally deciding on her own outfit.

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By the time 8 o’clock rolled around both you and (Y/F/N) looked great. (Y/F/N) pulled up to the parking lot by the beach where the music was already shaking the air. As you went to open the door to get out (Y/F/N)s hand whipped out to stop you. 

“What are you doing??” you questioned.

“Um hello you’re always supposed to be fashionably late, duh” She said in a tone like it was obvious.

“How late is fashionably late??”

“8 minutes”

“And how is that determined?”

“I don’t know i don’t make the rules?”

 “Who does”

“I don’t know, we just follow them” she threw her hands up in an exasperated sigh. You finally gave in and allowed her to make you wait until the clock reached 8:08pm. Then both the car’s doors opened as you both got out. The beach was amazingly wrote and the you could see some stars glitter through the LA smog. There were a bunch of teenagers already gifted with a red solo cup and dancing around the fire or lazily laying out. A few party goers were splashing around in the water. 

“(Y/N) you made it!” A familiar voice chuckled. By this point (Y/F/N) had already disappeared leaving you alone to face them. 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” you joked as you turned to face Nash. He handed you a red solo cup and you took a small sip. You didn’t mind alcohol but you didn’t always like the effects. Especially the ones that came when you became drunk.

“The stars are out tonight” He said pointing at the sky. You nodded your head in realization. Quickly an awkward silence filled the air like a blanket covering a child. 

“Well i’m going to go join the party, I’m sure Cam would want me to tell him i’m here” You said pointing off in the direction of the party. 

“Wait” He grabbed your arm as you were walking away and pulled you in close to him. Very close. Close enough that you could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. He looked you deep in the eyes and bent down to kiss you. His hand fell to the small of your back holding you against him. You were in complete shock. But soon found your mouth moving against his and your eyes closing. You finally pulled away for a breath of fresh air but your heart broke to see the sight behind Nash. Cameron quickly walked away down the beach. 

“Cam. Wait” you sighed out in exasperation.

“Just let him go” Nash tried to pull you back in but you had one thought in your head and that was Cameron. 

“Cam” You tried again. When you finally caught up to him you grabbed his arm to make him stop. But he wouldn’t turn to look at you. “Cameron Dallas” You said emphasizing his full name, something you never do. His eyes finally met yours. You could see they were filled with emotions, anger, sadness, regret.

 “How could you?” He stated dully.

“How could I what?”

“Kiss him” He replied angrily.

“Why is that such a big deal? Why are you even upset?” Yu questioned until realization hit you like a ton of bricks. “Jealous much” you teased.“I am not”

“Then why else would you be upset?”

“Because he throws girls away like laundry, he just wants to sleep with you. Im looking out for you, as a friend” He emphasized friend at the end. You knew him better than how he let on though.

“No if you were being an overprotective friend you would have confronted Nash, this time you walked away” You pointed out “Why are you jealous?” 

“Because I LIKE you” Silence filled the air. You could hear the party going on faintly in the background.You were rendered speechless. Your best friend for as long as you could remember just confessed his feelings for you. Out of every girl he could have. “Oh just forget it, go back to nash” He started to walk away again. Away from you. But before you could register what you were doing you pulled him to you. You could smell the cinnamon scent that he had and see the speckles of light in his eyes.

“I never wanted Nash” As soon as the words left your mouth Cameron bent down and kissed you. The kind of kiss that you see in the movies where the couple is holding on to each other s tight and the girl props her one foot up. When you finally pulled away a small blush appeared on you cheeks along with a little smile. “You know seeing you jealous is kind of a turn on” You smiled cheekily. 

“Stay away from Nash” His eyes looked at yours in a glare but you could see that playful smirk in them as he bent down to kiss you again.



Goldilocks || 08

Rated T (language and light smut)

Warnings: a sprinkle of MM smut, and just general cringe worthy stuff

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 5k

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“Well, you’ve got a nice butt so why not be a booty call?”

Links to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous || Next Part

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Part 8:

He doesn’t break eye contact. Far from it. The golden haired stranger standing across the kitchen cockily keeps your gaze and honestly? Why would you look away? He’s attractive, you’ll give him that. No, don’t lie. He’s panty-dropping gorgeous.

Bracing your ego for possible rejection, you try to remind yourself that he’s just another person.

Just another person…

Just another…

Your palms get clammy and for some reason, your feet stop moving. Halfway across the room now, you haven’t dropped his curious stare. His head tilts slightly at your hesitation. Another invitation. You don’t move.

“____! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Jimin seems unusually chipper as his arm suddenly encircles your shoulders, giving you a welcome excuse to break the intense eye contact.

“Chim, the apartment’s not that big.”

“Yeah, but I bumped into Tae and he didn’t know where you- by the way, have you seen his pants anywhere? He’s lost them again.”

You shake your head, a laugh bubbling up in your stomach, “I honestly think he does it on purpose.”

Jimin’s eyes narrow thoughtfully as he releases you to set down his empty beer bottle, “Knowing him? Probably.”

The pause in the conversation allows your eyes to wander. The golden haired stranger has disappeared, much to your disappointment, but also an observation tinted with slight relief. You turn back to Jimin.

“So… you were looking for me?”

“Right! There’s actually someone here I want you to meet. His name is Jungkook. I’ve known him for a couple years from my… one of my classes. And he’s a really cool guy,” Jimin grabs your wrist, leading you out of the kitchen. “We just have to find him-”

You are ripped from Jimin’s grasp as you trip over someone’s foot and slam knees first into the side of the couch. Pain blossoms in your legs and you let out a string of curses, retreating a few steps just to back into something solid. It’s not quite clear as you turn around whether you’re about to apologize or tell the person off, but all potential words lock in your throat as the feeling of something cold and wet trickles down the front of your dress.

Your new dress. The really expensive one. The really expensive one your family sent you for your birthday. Yeah, that family that you never talk to anymore. It had been a small glimmer of hope that maybe they still care. And now look at it.

Mystery alcohol all down the front. Smells like beer.

Now facing the culprit, you’re about to (without question) unleash a slew of impromptu curses. But then your gaze travels to his face and all you can see is the golden hair and the lipstick stain on his mouth. Had that been there before? The kitchen was dark and there had been a few people in the way, but wouldn’t you have seen it? And how could he have…so fast…?

“Oh, this is awkward.  ____, this is Jungkook-”

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Kaneki Ken, a butterfly story and the latest wheel of fortune

When I first starting reading Tokyo Ghoul (almost 6 years ago lol), there were 2 characters I thoughts were associated with “Butterflies” : Touka and Hinami.

Why Touka: the 1st butterfly in the series is seen with Touka. Later in TG:re calendar, she is depicted as a moth.

Why Hinami: Hina’s introduction as a Chimera with kagunes shaped like butterfly wings. Plus, the child became a strong link between Ken and Touka, with them almost co-parenting the girl. She also helped in proving to Kaneki that not all ghouls are monsters but can be victims too. The young girl also showed to Touka that hatred and revenge weren’t the only answers to loss.

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However, later arcs in TG:re forced me to give up on that theory and see the larger picture. Before turning into a centipede, Kaneki was on a journey to become a butterfly.

Hence why I never could finish the insects/arachnids/arthropods theory HERE regarding TG 2015 calendar (sorry).

Kaneki Ken, first steps in to a new world

The panel mentioned above, when taking into context, is in direct parallel to what was going on inside Anteiku in TG #09.

In this chapter, after Touka rescued Hide and Kaneki (yet again), Yoshimura is talking to the half-ghoul about him belonging to two worlds instead of none. The old man also spoke about his hope that, by staying at Anteiku and living this dual life, Ken would see for himself whether ghouls are nothing more the monsters they are depicted as. Queue to Mr.Butterfly slowly approaching a beaten up Touka before resting on her finger.

Interestingly, Chapter 9 is titled “Hatching” (coming out of one’s egg), possibly in reference to Kaneki facing the reality of being a ghoul, in addition to his journey as the “Goat’s Egg”. People don’t decide to be conceived/to be born: someone birth them while they’re passive in this situation, with only variables like hormones making it happen.

Some Butterfly Symbolic around the world and through time

Positive: young women’s availability for marriage; “you’ll receive money”; “a loved one will visit you soon”; love; conjugal bliss and joy, peace, harmony, life

Neutral: soul, mind, fire, reincarnation of dead soldiers, rebirth, transformation, change, transitory nature of happiness, circle of life.

Negative: soul of dead children, bad omen, death, spirit of the dead, sickness, warfare.

If Kaneki is symbolised as a Butterfly, then the panel in TG #09 is literally Ken tentatively approaching the ghoul world and getting to know his ghoul self.

After the chrysalid phase, the newly born butterfly enters a new world (it can fly now). From then on, a butterfly needs to find sustenance and a mate to pass on the genes like most animals (I say most because some animals such as jellyfishes, female Aphids and female Komodo Dragons, to name a few, can CLONE themselves when no mate is available).

By working at Anteiku, interacting with ghouls and even doves, Kaneki started to make his own opinion of this new world. It’s a grey environment rather than the dichotomic world of good (humans) versus evil (ghoul) he first thought of. The reality even made Kaneki break down yet again, after the murder of Mrs. Fueguchi.

Kaneki was slowly finding his bearing even if he still considered himself a monster and was slowly cutting himself from Hide (le sigh…).

Then, Yamori arrived and the butterfly had its wings clipped off repeatedly, chained to the floor, until pain and anger turned it into a centipede.

For some time, this new creature dwelled into the darkest part of the ghoul world. Chinese red-head centipedes lived in dark damp places and feed on whatever it can grab. Ironically enough, they are not really aggressive to other centipedes.

This period of Shironeki loneliness was the time when Ken was lost and didn’t even realise/accept that he was searching for home.

Kaneki chose to surround himself with people who wouldn’t go against his quest, however they would feel about it. Consciously or not, Ken also chose not to bring anyone linking him to the human world. Banjou & Co were from Aogiri, Hinami didn’t know about Hide and was an orphaned ghoul without much knowledge of the human world, Tsukiyama was ghoul who embraced their own predatory nature and appetite as an art with no concern for humans. There is no way Kaneki would have brought Nishiki (because Nishio knew Hide and was now part of Anteiku with a human lover) or Touka (who knew of Ken’s link to Hide and, as confirmed recently by Kaneki, because he wanted to protect her and her peaceful life).

We all know how well this ended for everyone…

In TG:re, Kaneki Ken was announced to come back as a butterfly. Ken, with his restored memories and his status as a lone / lost centipede still lingering.

In :RE #63, Shinigami!Ken is showed next Eto at the press conference where the writer trolled everyone by coming out as a ghoul. Right before that: a butterfly slightly similar to the one back in TG #09, is seen flying above/next to Touka.


Further in the story, on death’s door, Arima envisioned his younger self freeing a butterfly from his grasp. Most of the fandom agrees to see the butterfly as Kaneki Ken (or Sasaki Haise). To me, it also meant that Arima freed the creature that he had kept captive and/or protected : Kishou was the one who subdued Kaneki Ken back in V14; he helped in creating Sasaki Haise and the dreamworld (golden cage) the younger man lived into for a few years. Arima helped in rebooting the story of Butterfly!Ken by giving him a way to escape his physical prison (leaving Cochlea with the help of Squad Zero) and a goal to tempered Ken’s own wish to die (temporary Band-Aid known as “my final wish” trope aka Ken became the OEK to fulfill his Father and Mother’s last request).

RANDOM FACT: Interestingly, in Gnostic art, the angel of death is depicted crushing a butterfly underfoot, either because the butterfly symbolises Life or the Corrupted Flesh. Maybe Ishida used this as a reference when Arima, god of death, freeing Butterflyneki ?

Now that Kaneki had his wings back, the journey has :restarted.

A butterfly is flying around to search for subsistence and for a mate to keep the genes going. It’s searching for a flower.

Guess who has been depicted with flowers?….Yep, Kirishima Touka.

Apart from the numerous illustrations Ishida has bestowed to the fandom, one of the “in your face” panels appeared in TG:re 16 when Saiko and Shirazu saw Touka with a bouquet in her hands, strolling the hospital. The reason of her being at the hospital is still unknown, I hope Ishida will get back to that later.

(Yes, that’s Touka’s bra 😉 )

RANDOM FACT 2: Butterflies have six lets and they each have sensors on them that can tell just by landing on a flower what it tastes like. So now you know why my boi Kaneki was groping them titties like no tomorrow !  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

A panel of Ishida “Did I stutter?!” Sui would be the colour page from TG:re 122.

Everything is there: Touka, death flag, flowers, le innuendo “Bloom me a flower of my own / Place your order, My only flower” (depending on the translation)…EVERYTHING !

In a way, B-fly Kaneki has found a flower to lean on.

For a butterfly, flowers are sustenance (nectar), home (some would stay around the same bunch of flowers, meet their mate and lay their eggs). Flowers can also be a butterfly’s last resting place. Indeed, since butterflies are short-living animals (less then a year if no hibernation), it’s not unusual for them to die around flowers since drinking is the only thing they do when they’re not looking for a mate, flying towards another flower, escaping a predator, etc.

On the other hand, most plants need insects like butterflies to help in the pollination. For many plants, no wind or animals => no pollination => NO FRUITS aka new life. It means death in the long run…

I don’t know if this means a potential Touken child. While no protection was present in RE125, Kaneki’s fertility as an artificial OEG has yet to be confirmed HOWEVER…

RANDOM FACT 3: Sodium as well as many other minerals is vital for the butterflies reproduction. With all the sweat and tears the couple got on Chapter #125, plus all the salt from some parts of the fandom…Touka might get pregnant with twins 😂 ! Ahem.

The current arc low key should be called :RE Touken Arc shows some of Kaneki and Touka’s mutual feelings and fears for the other. They are two very clumsy, insecure and fearful kids who cared a lot about each other, about their safety, wellbeing, happiness, stability, etc. Circumstances and their own short coming kept them apart for years up until now. In :RE 122, Touka confessed her feelings to Kaneki and my boi Ken was also completely exposed by Haise, sip sip.

The latest chapter, TG:re 125 titled X, went back with the butterfly parallels.

The first page is a resting butterfly seen through some window (?). One similar to all the butterflies in the series, showing some form of continuity.


The final panel shows Kaneki in his now infamous foetal position. Touka is watching over him as he sleeps, resting with his head on her lap.

Many fans have spotted the Tarot numbers 6 and/or 19 from the get-go so I won’t elaborate on them (why can I never see those numbers as quickly as they do, sheesh!). What kept my attention was the shape of the sheets around Kaneki.

They’re shaped like a wing !

>> me reaching towards the symbolism and beyond!!…but maybe not  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 The circle seems to be closed, at last. The lost butterfly finally found its flower.

Now, will the flower bear fruits? Like butterflies, flowers don’t live long: they “die” once the pollination is successful and a fruit/seed on its way to be created.

Will Touka be Kaneki’s last resting place?

Only Ishida-sensei knows…

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The Tarot number I did see was in the title: X, the Wheel of Fortune (10).

If I’ve got enough time and it’s not already done, I might post something on this:

        A- Tarot Card X : the Wheel of Fortune (10) and the possible meanings for the chapter

        B- The tarot card and its links to Touka, Kaneki and their relationship and the opposite combination (example: [X & II] and [II & X]) =>

1/ Wheel of Fortune and Touka, the High priestess

2/ Wheel of Fortune and Ken, the Hanged Man

3/ Wheel of Fortune and the Lovers aka Touken

4/ Wheel of Fortune and the SUN


What a time to be alive !

NOTE 21.05.2017: I double-checked the words for this post and I would say that Kaneki would be a MOTH rather than a Butterfly. I didn’t make the difference mostly because I didn’t realise that english speakers have very different words for these insects (in French, a moth = un papillon de nuit, while a butterfly = un papillon de jour…) Sorry…   Moths and Butterflies were lepidoterans formely separated into opposite sub-species ( Heterocera and Rhopalocera). Now the distinction is a little obsolete.

Still, in culture and through time, moths have been viewed as ugly and negative (in opposition to Butterflies). Many of the “negative symols” of Butterflies are also found for Moths, especially Death. Yay ! With the Reverse Tower of Doom, Reverse Sun of bittersweetness and a possible Wheel of Fortune…What kind of tragedy will befall onto Touka, Kaneki (and maybe their hypothetic unborn child) ?

Don't Do Something Stupid (Robb Stark x Reader)

Also on AO3. Always better if you read it there:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11132970

The Riverlands were beautiful. Green grass stretched from horizon to horizon, and the rolling hills seeming to stretch on forever and a day. (Y/n) had never been this far south before, being a handmaiden of Lady Catelyn Stark of Winterfell, and she wondered at this strange and beautiful land. Day by day, she soaked in the warm sunlight and gained a new perspective on the world as she knew it.

That is to say, (y/n) was lathered with sweat for the better part of the day, her skin cooked in the sun like tender meat, and she lay bare at night, wishing for the cool stone floors of Winterfell instead of the hot, humid climate of the south.

(Y/n) was no southron girl, after all– she was built for life in the north. Blustering winds, summer snows, and bitter cold nights she could handle. This blasted heat? The hot soup that the southron simpletons called air? These, she could not.

“(Y/n), my dear, close the flap of the tent, you’re letting in the heat,” Lady Catelyn called, fanning with her hands.

Or letting in the breeze, (y/n) thought, but kept it to herself as she followed her instructions.

“Yes, Lady Catelyn. I only wanted to hear the song of swords in the distance, my lady. If you listen, you can hear it…and the screams. You can almost tell to whom the screams belong, if you really concentrate.”

Lady Catelyn’s cerulean eyes looked over at her concernedly. “That’s morbid child, far too, too…disturbing, for a lady your age to think about.”

(Y/n) stared back at her lady with a challenge issued unashamedly in her (e/c) eyes. “But a lady my age is old enough to watch an amputation without milk of the poppy, old enough to sew up a wound as long as my forearm?”

“You sound far too much like my sons.” Lady Catelyn smiled wistfully, her auburn hair shining as she stood. “Promise me, dear, that you will keep your spirit. You’re a thing of the North, wild and free. I know the south disagrees with you, but don’t let it melt you down to nothing.”

“Never fear, my lady,” (y/n) smiled. “Ro–His Grace says I’ve got ice in my veins. If so, I’m in no trouble because of the early autumn.”
Lady Catelyn chuckled. “Robb always has said your heart was frozen solid.”

Yes, His Grace indeed.

Robb Stark. The Young Wolf. King in the North. The perfect, prideful, problematic golden-child of Winterfell. Disgustingly honorable, as thick-skulled and dim-witted as men are made– His Grace was quick of wrath but slow of thought, ineffably maddening. (Okay, perhaps that last bit was a mite unfair. Robb was a smart lad, he was just positively awful when it came to understanding the obvious.)

And yet how I will miss that scoundrel if he dies.

If he died…Lady Catelyn would be devastated. She might even lose her head in more than the metaphorical sense, for death was the penalty of a traitor. Arya and Sansa as well…and probably Bran and Rickon too. Everything was on Robb’s shoulders, on the shoulders of his soldiers, now. Perhaps that was why they’d won every battle they fought– the northern army had so much more to lose than the Lannisters if they were defeated.

“My lady?” (y/n) began hesitantly, fiddling with the bodice of her gown.

“Yes?”

“When do you suppose the men will be back?”

Lady Catelyn sighed, and in a moment’s time she seemed to age twenty years. “I don’t know. Could be moments, could be hours, could be– wait.”

The sound of hoofbeats filled the air, and (y/n) got her answer.

Back at Winterfell, when (y/n) thought about war and battles, she’d thought that the hardest part would be sending the men and boys off to fight. She was woefully, dreadfully wrong. It was seeing them coming back in bits and pieces instead of whole–it was smelling the shit and gore and death that followed the men like a ghost– that was the hardest. As (y/n) stepped out of the tent, she was met with all that anew, and she fought the inevitable wave of nausea that came with it.

The Greatjon, Lord Bolton, Lord Karstark… Where’s Robb? He couldn’t possibly–
(Y/n) yelped as she caught herself from nearly stumbling over Grey Wind, Robb’s direwolf, who snarled, his bloody maw pulling back to reveal even bloodier teeth.
(Y/n) put her hands on her hips. “You listen to me, you little shit pup, I’ll not be growled at by some mutt who thinks he’s got a whiff of fresh meat. If you bite me, I’ll beat you bloody for it and I won’t even taste any good for all your trouble.”

“(Y/n), (y/n). Are you threatening my direwolf?”

(Y/n) closed her eyes, but it was all in vain. Apparently Robb could still see her even if she couldn’t see him.

“Yes, Ro– Your Grace, because the mongrel growled at me,” she huffed, turning to face her king. “He doesn’t like me, and I won’t have him being rude and ungentlemanly. Can’t have your men thinking he’s less than tame.”

Robb rolled his eyes– the same eyes as his mother’s. They shone like gems in the sun, with all the gentleness of his mother and a masculinity that was all his own.
(Y/n) wanted very, very badly to punch him in the throat.

“For a handmaiden, you sure don’t act very–”

“I’m sure I’m a flawed woman, Your Grace, with many faults in many different areas,” (y/n) snapped, tired of the small talk. “You have my sincerest apologies for threatening and insulting your wolf. Would you mind pointing me in the direction of my brother so that I may relieve you of my obviously burdensome presence?”

Perhaps it was a flash of pain in Robb’s eyes in that moment. Maybe it was anger, or confusion, perhaps. Whatever the case, the emotion was gone in a second, and the King in the North pointed across the camp.

“Should be that way. Good day.”

“Good day, Your Grace.”

(Y/n) wanted to laugh. How perfectly daft.
She was an only child.


***
Several days later….

Robb was having a very, very bad day.
The Kingslayer was gone, escaped. The single most valuable bargaining chip he’d had slipped right through his fingers in the course of a night. What was worse, he’d had his mother, who had willing confessed to the crime, arrested for it. And to top it off all, his cock was achingly hard for the, what was it…fourth or fifth time today? He’d lost count. Battles always left him that way, and he’d had no chance to gain any relief, not with that bloody handmaiden of his mother’s taunting him, making him feel a thrice-damned fool every second they spoke and then, as though torture in the daylight hours wasn’t enough, lurking about at night, walking from tent to tent doing only the gods knew what.

“Probably fuckin’ ev’ry man ‘as willin’,” Robb heard some of the men speculating. “No other reason for prowlin’ about. Wish she’d give me a try any’ow. Never comes by my tent.”

That notion made him angrier than it probably should have. It was none of his business, really, who (y/n) spent her nights with. He was promised to another woman– to a Frey of the Twins. (A woman he’d never so much as seen, but a woman no less.) And, in any case, (y/n) was a foul thing, if fair to look at. It seemed she would rather spit venom at him than even consider that he might be a decent bloke on most days. And that self-righteous Your Grace of hers was as cold, mocking, and disrespectful as a drunk in a sept. She was awful, scathing, and prideful. Seven hells, she’d even made up a brother to avoid talking with him!

So why did he care so much about what anyone thought or said of her?

Not important, Stark, Robb told himself as he walked into his private tent, securing the flap. You’ve got other plans tonight.
Talisa was the plan, actually, but his mother would never have to know.

Talisa, Talisa. There she was, laying across his table, looking at him with those dark, reflective eyes. Foreign, beautiful, intelligent, sweet– she was everything a man could want. Robb knew he should feel guilty, laying with a woman that was not his wife, but his gonads were going to shrivel up and fall off if he didn’t put them to some use. And who better to suit his needs than this beauty? In the golden glow of the lanterns, she could be a goddess.
Just as Robb began unlacing his breeches, the flap of his tent was ripped gracelessly, violently open.

“Pardon my intrusion, Your Grace, but I must have a word with you alone. A message from your lady mother.”

And just that quickly, Robb went from spending stolen moments with a goddess to the devil’s daughter herself.

Once Talisa left, Robb rounded on the handmaiden with somewhat undue frustration. “What is so important that you barge into my tent unannounced, without permission?” he demanded, crossing his arms. “I certainly hope it was important, for your sake.”

Without so much as a blink, (y/n) sat at the table and rested her elbows on it so that she could fold her fingers together. Her (e/c) eyes flickered in the lantern-light, and in that moment she had the look of vile enchantress, full of malevolence and rage.

“Oh, it’s of paramount importance, I assure you, Your Grace,” she intoned softly, her words a dagger behind the silk of her voice. “It’s a message about maintenance of a kingdom. The reputation of a king, the adherence to an agreement made only weeks ago. I’m sure you remember now that I’ve said something. I’m only here to remind you of it, Your Grace.”

Realization didn’t so much as come to Robb as sock him right in the balls. “You did that on purpose!” he exclaimed, incredulous.
“Did what on purpose, Your Grace?” (Y/n) asked innocently. “I do everything on purpose unless it’s an accident.”

Robb felt blood rise to his cheeks. “You– you knew about Talisa, and you came in here under false pretenses–”

“And who said my pretenses were false, Your Grace?” (y/n) snapped, slamming her hands on the table. “Lady Catelyn gave me my instructions long ago. I’m making sure you don’t do anything stupid and throw away a kingdom. Your Grace.”

“It was only for a night,” Robb replied, walking to the table until he leaned over it threateningly. “I’m a king– I think I have some right to my pleasures. I’m not married yet, and can do as I please.”

(Y/n) scoffed, her lashes fluttering against her cheek in a way that should not be so alluring in the middle of her total and complete disregard for his authority. “That’s the problem with kings– always thinking they have a right to this or that. Let me tell you this, King in the North– you only have a right to what your people give you, only for as long as they freely give it, and you have been given a wife. Not a whore, not some random stranger that you’ll fall head-first in love with. A wife.”

“Damn you, woman.” Robb felt guilt claw at his chest, but he could do nothing but stare at this bold, foolish handmaiden who seemed to think she knew everything. That her language could cost her life now seemed of little consequence to (y/n), and Robb fought the urge to threaten her with it purely for the sake of their childhood acquaintance.

“Your mother told me to keep you from doing anything stupid,” (y/n) began again, somewhat more gently. “And she also told me to– to offer an alternative, Your Grace.”

Robb froze. Surely not…

“If you are so weak-willed that your cock controls you and not your brain, I might not be much but I’m what you’ve got.” (E/c) eyes bore into his own, and Robb felt as though he might be sick.

“No. You and my mother have gone mad if you think that I would take you against your will to save face for some treaty made with a crusty old codger that would trade half of his children for a milk cow,” Robb ground out, folding his arms. “I’m insulted that you both think so little of me. I had thought I seemed more honorable than that.”

“Oh, gods help, I’ve ruffled the peacock’s feathers” (y/n) snarked, rolling her eyes that shone with light from the lantern flame near her face. “You’re insulted by everything. Why would you assume it would be against my will, hmm, Your Grace? Shouldn’t I be chomping at the bits to get to fuck a king?”

She really has gone mad, Robb thought, slightly disturbed. “(y/n), really, you don’t know what you’re sayi–”

“For the sake of the gods, Robb Stark, stop telling me what I do and don’t know and listen to your mother. She sent me here because she was concerned and she asked me if I would offer an alternative. I said yes.” (Y/n)’s eyes were molten as she stood, walking around to the other side of the table. The silence that ensued was deafening, and Robb could hear his own heart pounding in his chest.

“Robb, you’re a handsome man and a king, and you might be useful for some things. Sometimes.” (Y/n) shook her head, as though clearing her thoughts. “Whatever. Don’t be a fool. I’ll do the north this one service. If you need to wet your willie, by the gods get it over with.”

Robb wanted to make some comment about how crude she was, to mock her or refuse her in some way, to find the strength to do the right thing, but he couldn’t manage more than to say, “And the lion becomes the lamb.”

Her hair was silky soft beneath his hands, and her eyes closed at his touch.

“Do you want this?” he breathed, looking for any signs of a lie. “If you don’t, I swear to you I won’t do anything ‘stupid’ as you say. I can control myself, but…if you’re willing, I would gladly use your company.”

“I want this,” was her only reply.


***


It never occurred to (y/n) how large Robb’s hands were. They were large enough to nearly wrap around her head when he held her face as they kissed. One of them wandered to the small of her back, pushing her into him so that she could feel the cock straining in his breeches, and (y/n) was no longer sure if she would be standing upright if she were supporting her own weight. Her sheer breathlessness alone would surely have left her crumpled on the floor– for Robb Stark did not kiss like a gentleman. He kissed like a street rat, like a fishmonger’s son, all taking and no giving, and he left no time for things such as breathing and swallowing.

“If… it helps you,” he breathed into (y/n)’s mouth, capturing her tongue. “You can pretend…I’m Jon. I know…you used to have feelings…for him.”

“Used to.” With all her might, (y/n) pushed away from Robb, gaining least a few inches of personal space. “Right now, there will be no pretending. We are what we are, and not all the pretending in the world can change that.”

Oh, the fire in those beautiful eyes of his at those words. Roughly, Robb snatched (y/n) to him and began to kiss at her neck…if one could call it kissing. (Y/n) felt as though she were being consumed as his teeth scraped her skin, and as his beard scratched at her neck, she decided that being consumed felt incredible. So distracted was she by Robb’s attentions to her neck that she didn’t even know his hands were up her skirt until her moved her knickers aside and touched her.

“Seven hells,” Robb swore, drawing back his hand. “You’re so wet…and for me. Not for anyone else– for me?”

(Y/n) nodded, a little surprised herself.
Robb brought his fingers and licked her wetness from them, using his other hand to rip off her dress.

“Ah, so the wolf does have claws,” (y/n) chuckled softly, unlacing Robb’s breeches. “I wonder if he’ll mount me like a bitch in heat.”

Robb growled at that, yanking off the last of her clothing. “You have quite a mouth, don’t you?”

“Your cock doesn’t seem to mind.”

“My cock doesn’t mind anything at the moment,” he confessed, pulling his shirt over his head. “Before I– before we do this…are you sure you want this? It’s not too late to back out.”

(Y/n) wanted to roll her eyes, but instead, she leaned close to Robb, her mouth at his ear and her breasts touching his chest, and whispered, “Yes, Your Grace.”

Swift and sure, Robb lifted her onto his lap by her bum and claimed her mouth again before leaning back on his hands.

“In here, I’m Robb. Not ‘Your Grace’ or any such nonsense. In here, with you, I’m just a man and you’re just a woman. No more, and no less.” He pursed his lips in thought for a moment. “No pretending, as you said.”

“Very well, Robb,” (y/n) said, rolling her hips. “It’s your roof, your rules.”

When he took her, it was fast and hard and without mercy. As soon as Robb entered her, he drew almost completely out and drove right back in, over and over and harder and faster. His hands were everywhere, his mouth drawing patterns in spit and red patched where he’d bit, and (y/n) was lost. She knew her nails were digging into his back but she didn’t care as long as he kept this pace. Her pleasure was building low in her stomach, and she came while Robb’s thrusts were still steady and showed no signs of stopping. She would come another time before his thrusts began to falter, becoming more erratic, signifying the coming of his release. Just before he did release, though, he pulled out and finished on her belly, leaving quite a mess between them.

“It seems,” he said, locking eyes with (y/n), “That someone here besides the wolf has claws.” He reached back to touch his shoulder, and his hand came up bloody.

“Excuse you, I was holding on for dear bloody life,” (y/n) challenged, folding her arms. “That was quite a way to lose my maidenhood, if I do say so myself.”

Robb went deathly pale, and (y/n) once more felt the urge to roll her eyes. It seemed to be a common theme with the King in the North.

“(Y/n), I had no idea, I’m so sorry–”

“Robb, if I’d wanted to be fucked like a virgin, I’d have told you I was a virgin,” (y/n) clarified, finding a cloth to wipe off with. “I wanted you to take what you wanted– needed– and you did. You have nothing to apologize for.”

For a moment, Robb was blissfully silent, and (y/n) could enjoy the view. The King of the North was truly beautiful, if a bit daft. He lay there completely naked, his perfect cock lying flaccidly on his sculpted belly, his rich, beautiful auburn hair curling messily atop his head like a crown. Even his skin seemed to glow a pleasant gold as it stretched around the corded muscles of his delicious thighs, his bulging arms. No word but perfect could describe him in that moment.
It was almost sad that (y/n) had to leave.
“If you’re finished for the night, Your Grace, then I will take my leave.”

As if in a daze, Robb nodded. “My name is Robb. Just Robb. Thought we agreed on that.”

“Fine,” (y/n) half-smiled, pulling on her clothes. “Goodnight, Robb.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Robb asked, rising to his feet.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

(Y/n) smiled. “Then yes.”


***


The next morning, Robb thought surely that night had been a dream. The gashes on his back quickly proved otherwise.

What a woman, he thought as he bathed and dressed himself. She’s more wild than Grey Wind.

Throughout the day, Robb saw no sign of (y/n). It was as though she’d left the camp. Robb almost worried that she had, until night fell and she emerged from his mother’s tent like some night flower. She said nothing to him, didn’t even walk near him, but her eyes said it all.

Go, and I will follow.

As quickly as possible, Robb found an excuse to retire early to his tent, only to wait maddening moments more until (y/n) stepped in, silent as a shadow.

“Good evening, (y/n),” he greeted her softly, standing from his seat.

“Good evening, Robb. Your mother is distraught, you know,” she commented breezily, as though talking about the weather and not a very sensitive subject. “She worries you won’t forgive her.”

Robb walked closer to her, trying to quell his rage at being confronted. Breathe, Robb. “How can I forgive an act of treason?”

“How can you not forgive your mother?” (Y/n) shot back defensively. “Go to her. Tell her you still love her and that you forgive her. You don’t have to remove your guards or anything. Just ease her heart. She’s lost all her children but you, Robb.”

“Who are you to command me, in the affairs of my family and my kingdom no less?” Robb demanded, feeling a knot form in his stomach.

(Y/n) let her fingertips glide over the table, not meeting his eyes. “Just a woman.” She then looked up, fixing him with a hard glare. “Just a woman who won’t fuck you unless you make peace with your mother.”

“You think I need you? Need sex?”

“No. But I think you want it badly enough to do the right thing.”

Angrily, Robb stormed out of his tent, leaving (y/n) standing there by herself. He wanted to forgive his mother, he really did. He wanted to just forget all of it and go back to the way things were before, but he couldn’t. He was king now and he had to act like one. Keeping the respect of the men that were sworn to him was vital, and he couldn’t keep acting soft or he would lose that respect in an instant.

But she was his mother.

Damn that stupid girl, Robb grumbled to himself as he sought his mother’s tent. Why must she be so bloody right about everything?

When he entered Lady Catelyn’s tent, he found his mother crying, eyes red and cheeks swollen.

“Robb, I–”

“I love you, mother,” he interrupted her, walking to her side. “And I will always love you. I forgive you, but…I can’t do anything to outwardly show that forgiveness. To the men you’re–”

“A traitor, I know,” Catelyn sighed. “I’m sorry Robb, I truly am, but I’d do it again a thousand times over if it meant the safety of your sisters.”

Robb wanted very badly to cry. He felt as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, and more than ever he wished that anyone other than himself were king.

“I know. And I respect that,” he sighed. “I just don’t understand it.”

“One day, when you have children, you will,” his mother replied, tucking a stray curl behind his ear. “Get some sleep, love. You’ll need your strength.”

When Robb returned to his tent, he found (y/n) lying down, already naked.

“I trust your visit went well?” She teased, sitting up with all the grace of a cat.

“It did. Thank you– you were right,” he admitted, somewhat reluctantly.

“Oh ho ho, I must be dreaming,” (Y/n) laughed. “Robb Stark, admitting that someone was right besides himself? Unheard of!”

“Oh, shove off. We have other things to worry about, don’t you think?”

(Y/n) nodded with a graceful smile. “How will it be tonight? Like last night? Fast and wild?”

Robb shook his head, smiling despite himself. “I was thinking more slow and intense. I want to thank you for your…patience, last night. You were treated rather roughly, and I want to show you that I’m not all carnivorous beast.”

“Interesting. Show me.”

Oh, and he did.

First, he kissed her and languidly explored her body with lips, tongue, and teeth. That in itself was rewarding if only for the wonderful sounds she made when he dipped his head between her thighs and brought her so close to the edge that she nearly cried when he pulled away.

“Oh gods, Robb,” she cried as he gathered her in his arms. “I can’t– I want–”

“Shh,” he soothed her, threading his fingers through her hair. “I want you to come on my cock, again, and again, and again…as many times as your body will allow.”

Her beautiful (e/c) eyes went wide. “What about–”

“I can handle myself,” he chuckled. “Tonight is about you. Tell me truly, (y/n)– do you know how bloody arousing it is to know that you’re bedding a girl brave enough, wild enough, to threaten a direwolf?”

Again, those lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks, and Robb’s heart threatened to stop.

“Do you know how arousing it is to be bedded by the King in the North? By the man that other men all but worship?” (y/n) asked as he entered her. “That isn’t something any woman could boast of.”

“That’s a bit of a stretch, the worship part,” Robb chuckled nervously, ever modest.

“Is it? Or are you talking about my cunt?”

After that, there was no more talking. All of Robb’s attention went to his lovemaking. In a way, he supposed the moans, the sighs, and the gasps were a language of their own. They certainly served a purpose in communication of some form. In any case, the only real words that were said before he came were from (y/n), and they were the sweetest words he’d heard all day.

“Inside me…Finish inside me. I want–oh gods.”

Robb didn’t need to be told twice.
A few moments after it was all over, (y/n) moved to stand, presumably to leave, but Robb trapped her in his arms.

“Stay,” he rasped. It wasn’t quite a question, but wasn’t quite a command either.

It was an invitation.
“But your mother–”

“Doesn’t need you as much as I want you.”

For a beat, there was silence, and Robb though that (y/n) might leave anyway.

She didn’t.

That night, he slept the best he had in months.


***


(Y/n) always swore she’d never let a man make a fool of her, but she’d be damned if she wasn’t a fool for Robb Stark.

It had been months since (y/n) had started sleeping in his tent, and she found herself wishing she hadn’t. Of course, she enjoyed it– (y/n) had learned to love chasing pleasure as much as anyone– but she began to enjoy it too much. The kisses they shared were still savage and passionate, but they were now also sweet and tender beneath the roughness. The sex became more than just something to satisfy needs– it became loving and powerful beyond words. (Y/n) was becoming too attached, too emotionally invested. She dared not think of what that implied, and she certainly dared not think that he could feel in any way the same.

For the sake of the realm, she prayed to the old gods and the new that he did not.

Love had always come with difficulty to (y/n). It seemed that no matter where she looked for it, it was denied to her, and when it wasn’t, well…it seemed her affections were ill-placed. She always loved the beasts, the bastards, and the broken things, all of which she either could not have or did not want. It was maddening.

Not to mention the insidious monster that is man’s love of scandal and gossip.

Lady Catelyn began to question (y/n)’s absence from her tent in the night immediately after the first night (y/n) spent with Robb Of course, when asked, (y/n) told her the truth, and Catelyn only smiled.

“Serve him well, dear. You’ve always been strong-willed, so I trust you’ll be able to keep him in line better than I will.”

(Y/n) felt the need to say that her sway over Robb didn’t come from her will so much as a tight grip on his balls, but that seemed somehow inappropriate.

But there were others whispering besides Lady Catelyn, and (y/n) knew it. They whispered awful things. Things that were completely and utterly true, for the most part.

It bothered Robb.

“They call you a whore,” Robb told her one night, angry and self-righteous as always. “They have no right to call you anything, least of all a whore.”

“No,” (y/n) replied with a grin. “You don’t pay me a single copper. That makes me a slut, not a whore.”

Oh, how angry he’d been at that. (Y/n) could still feel his handprint on her bum if she thought about it hard enough. She smiled at the memory, and stopped as soon as she realized how fond she was of Robb. This had to stop, this warm, bright feeling in her chest. (Y/n) couldn’t go on like this– it would kill her when he married that Frey girl if it did.

Things had to change, or something horrible was bound to happen. (Y/n) couldn’t allow herself to walk along with Robb where she was allowed to follow, prattling on about this or that. She had to stop poking fun at him, kissing him frivolously whenever they were alone, treating him like she would a lover.

It was going to hurt worse than the seven hells combined, but (y/n) could not allow herself to love.

***


Robb had never felt like this, not even that one time with that whore from Lys.

“Oh seven hells– bloody fuck, girl. Ah–stop, gods, are you trying to–”

“Suck your brain out through your cock? Yes.” (y/n) smiled cheekily.

Robb took her face in his hands and kissed her soundly as he positioned himself at her entrance. “I love you, you foolish girl.”

As it turned out, Robb was the fool, as usual. (Y/n) went completely still against him and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Don’t say that, Robb. Especially not if you mean it.” Her voice was as cold as the Wall, and Robb fought off the urge to shiver even as his body flushed in preparation for his confession.

“But I do love you,” he murmured, brushing the hair from her face. “You must know that.”

“I didn’t. Even so, it doesn’t matter– you’re promised to a Frey, remember. That’s why I’m here.”

“(Y/n), I don’t think you understand,” Robb sighed as he pushed into her. “I would call off that agreement in a heartbeat for you, if you felt the same, damn the consequences– do you? Feel the same?”

Robb’s whole world collapsed with just two words.

“I don’t.”

Robb swallowed. “Look at me. Look me in the eyes and say you don’t love me.”

(E/c) eyes met his own, hard as Valyrian steel. “I don’t love you. You will marry that Frey girl, and she’ll whelp you litters and litters of little wolf pups for the north to dote over,” (y/n) spat bitterly. “I don’t love you. Never will, Robb. I’m sorry.”

“So be it,” he murmured, his chest physically aching. “Leave me.”

(Y/n) moved away, standing to dress.“Yes, Your Grace.”

Robb caught her hands before she could move them, and he stared into her eyes as she looked down at him. “My name is Robb to you. Always.”

Without another word, she left.

Robb’s heart hurt so badly that he could not even cry for fear that he would shatter like glass.


***


(Y/n) could do nothing but cry. Her own words echoed in her head and stabbed her in the gut every time she thought them.
I don’t love you. I don’t love you. I don’t love you.

The gods had given (y/n) a gift for lying. She could do so without hesitation, spinning tale after tale until she had convinced the world that the sky was red and the clouds were piss-green. Sometimes, she almost fooled even herself.

And now, thanks to that, Robb Stark thought she didn’t love him when he was the only thing she wanted and would ever want again.

It was incredibly good of Lady Catelyn not to question her– the sweet Lady of Winterfell only rubbed soothing circles on (y/n)’s back as she cried, occasionally whispering words of comfort. (Y/n) would never be able to thank her enough for that– without the comfort Lady Catelyn provided, (y/n) would surely have done something foolish. Likely, she would have fled back to Robb’s tent, begged his forgiveness, and told him the truth. Then he would, what, throw away a kingdom for her? There was no way in the seven hells she’d see that happen, and yet…for love, she just might have. The whole concept terrified (y/n)– she’d never had anything that she would watch the seven kingdoms burn for.

The things she would do for love…


***


Robb had never been more miserable in his life. All day, every day, he had only one thought, one all-consuming wish– he longed for the night and the woman he would spend it with. And all night, every night, when he was with his love, he longed to be apart from her, for being with her gave him as much agony as being without her, knowing that she didn’t love him. It had been two months since (y/n) had smashed his heart to bits, and every day since then seemed worse than the last. The only moment he found peace was when he was making love to her, letting his hands roam her body as hers roamed his. Nothing else existed then– when they were together like that, there were no secrets, no lies, no playing pretend. Only the truth remained between them.

(Robb wasn’t sure what the truth was, but it was all he had, and he clung to it like a drowning man to a plank.)

Tonight’s moment of truth had been short, but not so sweet. It left Robb feeling more hollow than before, if that was still possible, and it felt like mockery.

As he got up to put out the lanterns, Robb afforded one last look at (y/n), who lay sprawled across his furs for the moment. She was the very picture of a queen, with skin as smooth as silk and twice as shiny with sweat.

In a few minutes more, she would leave. He would beg her to stay, kiss her and hold her and beg as much as a king can, but still she would go. The next night would be a repeat of this one, and the next, and the next, in an endless cycle of pain and pleasure, of misery and miracles.

Eddard Stark, Robb’s father, used to tell him that if he loved something, to let it go. If it came back, Lord Stark said, it loved him back.

(That was the only lie Robb’s father had ever told him. Every night, faithfully, (y/n) always came back, but she did not love him.)

Just as Robb laid down once more, (y/n) stood, pulling on her clothes.

“Don’t go.”

“Is that a command, Your Grace?”

“A request. One I make every night, and every night, you refuse me.” Robb didn’t bother to hide the pain and accusation in his voice. He was useless at being subtle anyhow. “Stay with me, my love.”

“Robb, I am not ‘your love’ and I can’t stay because if I do I’ll–”

(Y/n) froze but for shaking her head as she pressed her lips together.

“You’ll what?” Robb asked, leaning up. “What is it?”

It was difficult to see, but after a moment Robb saw that (Y/n)’s sweet, precious eyes were filled with tears, and, unable to stay away, he went to her, wiping her tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

“I can’t do this,” she sobbed, looking up at him with pain in her eyes. “I just can’t, it hurts too much and I’m n-not strong enough–”

Robb gathered (y/n) into his arms, and she sobbed violently into his chest– it was the screaming sort of sobbing, the kind that came from only the most acute pain. Robb wished he could take it all away, wished he could take on all her burdens, all her cares– his heart ached at the thought of her pain.

“Sh, there, dove. My sweet, sweet queen, don’t cr– oomph.”

She shoved him. That little wildcat shoved him from her. At first, Robb was angry, but (y/n) had stumbled so far backwards that she’d fallen into a heap on the floor, where she looked up at him pitifully.

“Don’t call me that. Call me anything but queen, Robb, please.” her voice was so raw and broken…it scared the shit out of him.

Before, either of them could react, though, one of the guards asked permission to enter, saying he had urgent news. Once he’d put his breeches on, Robb invited him in, and the guard wore a grim expression.

“A raven came, your grace. The Twins were invaded last night, and every last Frey was slaughtered in the struggle. Here’s the message, written in the hand of Lord Tywin Lannister himself.”

Robb read the letter six times over before he truly began to believe it. Every last Frey, gone…Robb knew he should feel something– grief, joy, whichever– but he felt only numbness.

“Thank you for informing me, ser. See that you tell each of the lords and arrange a meeting of the war council at first light.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” The guard bowed, and once again the two lovers were alone.

The tent was silent as a tomb.

“I no longer have to marry,” Robb thought aloud. “I don’t know if I should be happy about that or not.”


***

“Robb?” (y/n) sniffled from the ground, clutching her legs to her body.

“Yes?” He answered hesitantly from the bed, where she had all but ordered him to stay while she cried.

“Will you– will you hold me?”

“Of course.” He walked over, scooped her up, and carried her to his furs, where he lay with her, their bodies entwined.

“Robb? Do you still love me?”

Robb frowned bitterly. “You ask me that as if I could stop.”

“Truly, you do love me? Still?”

She knew that would make Robb angry, but she needed to know beyond doubt. (Y/n) was so afraid that her heart felt nigh to bursting. She hoped Robb couldn’t feel her whole body tremble as she was pressed against him by one of his strong, powerful legs.

“Yes. For as long as I still have breath, I will love you.”

“Even if I lied to you?” she asked, swallowing past the lump in her throat. “Even if I hurt you because I thought it was the right thing to do?”

“(Y/n) what are you saying?” Robb demanded as he sat up, his hair sticking up in a thousand different directions.

“I’m saying that I lied, I’m saying that I hurt you, I’m saying that I’m sorry, but most of all, I’m saying…I’m–” (y/n) struggled to speak through her tears, and failed miserably.

“Saying what, dear one?” he prompted, kissing her temple.

“That I love you.” she whimpered softly.
“You…what?”
“I love you, Robb, I really, truly do, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone ever before and–”

Robb stopped her with a hand. “You love me?”

“Yes, Robb, I love you,” (y/n) replied, all but falling into his deep cerulean eyes. “I lied, before, when you first asked me. I didn’t want you to call off that marriage and destroy everything that you’ve worked so hard to build and I–”

Robb cut her off with a bruising kiss, all but throwing her on her back with his knees on either side of her. He looked like an animal, a predator, ready for the kill. He loomed over (y/n), his eyes searching hers, and he must have found what he was looking for, because he kissed her, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as though looking for answers to the universe.

“I will make you my queen,” he growled into her ear, literally ripping off her dress. “You will bear me litters and litters of wolf pups, not some inbred southern woman. If you love me as you say you do, I will make you my queen, my wife.”

“Yes, Robb,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as he took her for the third time that night. “All of that, I want it all.”

You’ll have one of those pups you were talking about a little sooner than you planned, (y/n) thought giddily to herself, but she didn’t see any reason to ruin Robb’s fun with the announcement.

“Say you love me.” That was not a request, but (y/n) found herself unable to care.
“I love you. I’ll always love you, Robb. Now and forever.”

The two of them climaxed together, and Robb stayed inside her, filling her to the hilt the whole night through.

(Y/n) never slept better.


***


“Pregnant? Pregnant. Okay, okay, you’re pregnant, seven hells… We’re going to be parents!”

“Robb, darling, seriously. This is our fifth child.”

“So? It’s just as exciting as the first time,” Robb laughed, smiling so wide his face hurt.

(Y/n) smiled the kind of smile that he lived to see. “And does that mean you have to say the exact same words you’ve said the last four times I told you I was pregnant?”

“Yes, absolutely. Because nothing else sums it up as well.” Robb’s heart filled with joy and pride and he touched (y/n)’s stomach. “Maybe another girl this time? Three’s a lucky number…”

“You just love to spoil your daughters,” (y/n) laughed, looking over to where Lyanna and Brienne played in the trees. “They’re as wild as you were.”

“Or maybe another son…Ned and Jon need someone to pick on besides one another,” Robb laughed, watching the boys spar. “Either way, when it comes down to it, their Aunt Sansa is the worst at spoiling them. Even worse than mother, and that’s saying something.”

“I still can’t believe I’m mother to little princes and princesses. I can’t believe I’m wife to a king,” (y/n) smiled wistfully. “I never dreamed of amounting to much. Now look at me. Queen of the North.”

“Darling, you were always queen. It was only that no one knew that but you,” Robb japed.

“Shut up,” (y/n) smirked, elbowing him.

“That’s not fair. I can’t elbow you back because you’re pregnant. Oh my gods, you’re pregnant.”

“Robb?”

“Yes?” He grinned cheekily.

“Shut up.”

Robb laughed. “Never.”

(Y/n) leaned into his kiss, and thanked the gods as she did every day for the wonder that was her husband.

Long live the King in the North.

AO3 link:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11132970

Decorus

I just got done reading These Shallow Graves by Jennifer Donnelly (It was super great btw) and it inspired me to do a Solangelo victorian AU where Nico is the son of a wealthy business man and Will is their newly hired gardner. I’m debating whether or not I should continue it…

“More tea for you, Mr. Di Angelo,” a maid said as she placed a fresh cup in front of Nico. Nico thanked her and watched her disappear into the other room; how he wished he could follow her. 

He had been sitting with his mother and step sister for the past hour, listening to Drew Tanaka, the daughter of a wealthy merchant, gossip about fellow members of New York City’s elite. Hazel and Mrs. Di Angelo took great interest in the conversation. Their eyes would widen at certain comments, and they would let out disbelieving gasps at others. 

Nico, however, could name a million other activities he’d rather be doing. Ever since his eighteenth birthday earlier that year, his parents had insisted that he find a wife. But, despite the fact that they had invited every girl in the city into their home, Nico felt no connection to any of them. While they were kind and intelligent girls, Nico could not find the attachment needed to build a successful marriage. 

 He sighed and sipped his tea. The voices of the three women around him faded to dull background noise as he allowed himself to get lost in his thoughts. 

Nico felt guilty for not liking any of the girls. He knew his parents wanted him to find someone he could settle down with, someone who could give him companionship throughout his life. A soggy feeling settled in his stomach him every time he admitted to his parents that he had yet to find the right person.

Unable to stand the dreadful event any longer, Nico cleared his throat. His mother looked at him and frowned. “Yes, Nico?”

“I’m not feeling well all of a sudden. Would it be alright if I stepped out into the garden for a bit of fresh air?” he asked. 

“Of course, dear,” Mrs. Di Angelo replied. She returned to her conversation while Nico stood from the table and made his way out the back door. 

The warm spring air was a stark contrast from the stuffy atmosphere of the drawing room. Nico took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves before taking a seat on a stone bench nearby. The garden was always one of Nico’s favorite places. He felt hidden among the lush bushes of lavender and manicured hedges. A fountain burbled merrily at the center of the garden, while birds sang from the treetops. The scent of gardenias perfumed the air. 

As he was taking in the scenery, his eyes suddenly fell upon an unfamiliar face tending the roses that climbed the garden walls. It was a boy who looked about his age with tan skin spotted with freckles, and a mop of golden curls that fell into his dark blue eyes. His face and clothes were caked in dirt, and several leaves were caught in his hair. 

Suddenly, the boy noticed Nico and stumbled to his feet. “Pardon me, Mr. Di Angelo, I was just finishing up,” he said. 

Nico’s face colored at the sudden attention. “No, no, it’s my fault for interrupting you. I just came to get a breath of fresh air.”

“Shouldn’t you be having tea with Ms. Tanaka today?” the boy asked. 

Nico sighed, “Yes, I just needed a bit of a break. I hate those gatherings.” His eyes grew to the size of saucers at the realization of what he had said. “Of course, don’t tell my parents that,” he added hastily.

The boy laughed and sat down beside him. Nico’s heart skipped a beat at the proximity. He was close enough now that Nico could count the freckles on his face. 

“You know, most men would love to be in your situation right now,” the boy pointed out. 

“I suppose so,” Nico muttered. 

“You don’t enjoy them?” the boy said. 

Nico shook his head. “They are nice girls, but I don’t care for them. Not enough to marry them, at least.”

The boy shifted awkwardly, “I’ve never been much of a fan of women myself,” he admitted. Nico gaped at him. Had he really just said what he thought he said? 

“Shit,” the boy cursed. He averted his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, it’s fine, I don’t really like girls either. I’m not sure I want my parents to know that, though,” Nico replied. 

 A mischievous flicker appeared in the boy’s eyes. “There seem to be lots of things you don’t want your parents to know, yet you tell me,” he remarked. 

 Nico rolled his eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

The boy chuckled, “Do you tell all your staff about the the secrets you keep from your parents?”

“You know, for someone who looks so charming, you have a gift for being annoying Mr…” Nico’s voice trailed off. He realized he did not know the boy’s name.

“Solace. Will Solace,” the boy-Will-said. 

 “Well then, Will, you are certainly talented at getting under my skin,” Nico finished. 

 Their conversation was cut short by the sound of someone pounding on the door that lead into the garden. “Nico!” Hazel called. “Nico, is everything alright? You’ve been gone an awfully long time!”

“One moment, Hazel!” Nico shouted. He turned to face Will, “I have to go before my mother starts to worry.”

“Of course. Duty calls,” Will replied. 

They fell into an awkward silence. “Can I see you again?” Will said suddenly. Nico stared at him in shock. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of his chest. Will sighed and shook his head, “Nevermind, it was improper of me to-”

Nico cut him off, “I would love to.”

The corners of Will’s mouth lifted into a smile, “Okay, then. How about tonight, around ten? I can meet you in the same place.” 

It was an effort for Nico to fight the blush that threatened to overwhelm his face. “That sounds perfect,” he answered. With one last goodbye to Will, Nico made his way across the garden and disappeared into the house.

TGC-Spoiler-Free Hartwin Fic Rec

These fics were all written long before Kingsman: The Golden Circle came out.

blame it on the night by @coffeeinallcaps​ - 3.5k, Mature, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

And then finally, to top it all off, he’d had the gall to go and die in Kentucky of all places.

Standing Invitation by @Mazarin221b - 5.5k, Explicit

There are arguments against fraternization between supervisors and subordinates for a reason. Harry knows this. Eggsy wants him to forget.

This is probably the worst situation he could be in, to be honest. Because Eggsy’s big blue eyes (Christ, so beautifully cerulean, like the sea on a summer’s day and Harry wants to drown in them) are starting to be Harry’s biggest weakness, and all he has to do is turn them on and ask Harry for just about anything. Please, Harry, lunch on Sunday? was the first, and now here they are, two months in, and Harry’s starting to wonder if he should, or even could, reestablish some boundaries.

Considerably Less Cannibalism by LizaPod - 6k, Explicit, PWP

It is a real, physical struggle to not stare like a dogger while Harry shrugs off his jacket and undoes his collar, sets his signet ring aside. He has detailed, minutely detailed, fantasies about unbuttoning that fucking collar. At least he’s not wearing the holster right now, or Eggsy’d be sprung already. “It’s time you learned the fine art of the straight razor shave.”

Eggsy gives him his best you havin’ a fucking giggle, mate eyebrows. “Like Sweeney Todd?”

Harry’s sigh is just bordering on melodramatic, but he’s also got that odd— Roxy calls it enigmatic—smile he gets when Eggsy trots out some unexpected bit of culture. “Yes, Eggsy, like Sweeney Todd.”

more under the cut

putting on the ritz by @lazulisong​ - 9k, Mature, Established Relationship

“They think you paid me to be here,” hisses Eggsy.

Harry stares at him. “I made your favorite dinner and I have to let your wretched beast sleep on the bed for a month,” he says flatly.

“No, they think you paid me to be here,” says Eggsy.

“My dear boy,” says Harry, “do you think all these third wives married my classmates out of the purity of their affections?”

You Found Me by missbecky (@missbeckywrites​) - 9.5k, Teen, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It

The thought of everything that waits in their future, all the things they’re going to get to do together, makes Eggsy happier than he’s ever been. Because he’d thought he had lost Harry, but instead he found him, and nothing’s ever going to be the same again.

The World Will Follow After by missbecky - 10.8k, Explicit, 5+1 Things

Life with Harry Hart is full of little surprises. Or, five things Eggsy accidentally learns about Harry, and one thing Harry comes right out and tells him.

under my skin (tried so not to give in) by @venvephe​ - 12.6k, Explicit, Mission Fic, Fake-Out Make-Out

This is a monumentally bad idea, Eggsy realizes, in the fraction of a second between reaching out and tugging at Harry’s tie and seeing his eyes briefly widen before their lips meet.

Or: snogging is a great distraction technique for hiding in plain sight from your enemies. It is decidedly not great for hiding your growing, uh, interest in your secret service colleague.

Married to the Job by @trilliath​ - 18k, Explicit, Misunderstanding

“Hm?” Merlin asks, distracted when he looks up and squints at Eggsy’s face, then catches up and resumes working. “Oh. No. Zania Bonatti, Italian artist and activist. Also Harry’s wife.”

“You wot?” Eggsy blurts, eyes snapping back to him, then over to Roxy like he might’ve mis-heard.

But he hasn’t because Roxy’s face wrinkles minutely in sympathy that has Eggsy’s ears burning and he snaps his eyes away again in humiliation.

“Yes, Harry’s married. Did he never mention that to you?” Merlin pauses long enough to frown briefly, then he shrugs. “Well, on to more important matters…”
————
Or: The one in which Harry is married to his friend (for entirely non-romantic reasons) and nobody explains to Eggsy that very important detail.

The Spy who Loved Me (Or so they say) by @toriceratops​ - 54k, Explicit, Fake Relationship, Mission Fic, Slow Burn

In the wake of V-day the world’s economy hangs in a delicate balance, liable to crumble without warning. One man has the knowledge and the power necessary to send it tumbling down, so that only he remains on top.

The Kingsman have been tasked with stopping him before he can carry out his plan. In order to do so, Harry and Eggsy must act as lovers at an elite couple’s getaway to earn this man’s trust. Will they be able to carry out their mission as planned? Or will old wounds and buried emotions cause a havoc greater than anything they could have expected?

I Need My Girl Ch. 1 | Roomates AU

Her is the first chapter of a new fic I’m writing. It’s a slow burn roomates au with eventual smut and a whole lot of fluff. Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together in NYC and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. What could go wrong? Here it goes.

Words: 1580

Warnings: Smut down the road and some pining. Things about to happen man. This might make you cry.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

 I don’t want your body  
 But I hate to think about you with somebody else  
 Our love has gone cold  
 You’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

 The 1975


They told each other everything, ever since they were little kids, everything except the fact that they both have had a thing for each other ever since each could remember.

But Betty had commitment issues and was never going to give up the one person who mattered the most. She didn’t believe in falling in love, at least romantically. She invited both boys and girls into her bed, but she always had them leave in the morning.

She didn’t even believe she was capable of that kind of love, she cared, so much, but never in that way for anyone. She felt as if every person she ever talked to, or kissed was just destined to fade away or for her to become uninterested.

Jughead was the only one she ever kept for herself.

He always belonged to her, over their 2 am conversations, over when her mom kicked her out in high school, and even when she went college in another state. He was always there for her; there was an understanding between them. He was hers.

Jughead, truthfully was always waiting for Betty to wake up and change her mind. As he saw each girl and boy enter and exit out the doors, he wondered whether she’d ever get over it.

Loving her was never for the sake of pining or wanting to get laid.

It was more than that.

He hated seeing her push away everyone. Yet she never pushed him away. He was always there to pick up the popcorn and turn on the movie so she wouldn’t have to talk about it. But all he wanted was to talk about it. The elephant in the room was holding over his head ever since high school.

But he loved her, and he knew she didn’t want that, she’s never wanted anything-long term.

He just couldn’t tell whether it was because she didn’t have it in her or that she just couldn’t connect.

Her parents fucked her up for sure, but so did his. They were both royally fucked up, overbearing mothers and alcoholic dads weren’t a piece of cake. Maybe they were both too fucked up for each other he thought.


Betty shrugged on her leather jacket as she grabbed her keys to her red Camaro, just about the walk out the door.

“Hey, where are you going Blondie? I thought we had a movie date tonight.” Jughead asked, as Betty was half way through the door. Betty’s head proceeded to slump over a bit as she closed her eyes. She had forgotten he thought.

“Jughead, I’m sorry but Ronnie just called and…” She said in a panicked tone, trailing off.

“And you have fuck date with her.” Jughead stated, eyes empty holding his stare. Her green eyes flitted out of his view, avoiding his gaze.

“Yeah, but you know like c’mon, a girl’s gotta get some!” Betty insisted as she tried to close the door behind her.

“Yeah, I mean… yeah! Go have fun. I’ll see you later.” Jughead stated as he forced a fake smile. It was getting harder to fake it, but yet again there he was watching her smile as she ran out the door.

He pulled out his phone and called the only person who would be free at such late notice.

“Hey Archie, up for a movie night? My microwave has some popcorn with your name on it.” Jughead said into the tone trying to sound sincere. He heard Archie laugh over the phone.

“Betty ditch you again?” Archie asked already knowing the answer. Every time Betty bailed on him Archie was always the one Jughead would go to. Trying to explain 25 years of love and complications to someone new sounded like hell for Jughead, and truly Archie was the only one who fully understood the situation. Archie was the only one who knew Jughead’s secret sad affair. An affair behind closed doors unnoticed by the beautiful Elizabeth Cooper. The girl next door that Archie used to hold a torch for but quickly got over the minute he started noticing things. Things like Betty dating, Jughead never dating, and the long glances left between the two. It wasn’t Archie’s job to get involved, he knew that. But watching Betty emotionally detach herself from everything and Jughead never getting over her and not doing anything about it was one of the hardest things to watch. The two were just so damn in love he thought.

“I can’t fool you can I?” Jughead quipped as a sad smile fell on his face.

“No you can’t. I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

 —

“I still don’t understand why she didn’t just visit him! I mean it’s the 1940s not the ice age, there are cars. And why wasn’t the mom arrested, it’s illegal to go through someone else’s mail! The shouldn’t have named it The Notebook , they should of named it Crazy Rich Mother Spoils Pure Love, Oh And They Die .” Archie argued with tears down his eyes. The Notebook always made Archie cry.

Jughead sat there smiling his ass off, looking at Archie distressed and grasping the couch pillow as he continued on with his speech.

“I know but c’mon, it’s a classic tragedy. Circling around each other their whole lives, finally ending it all together. It’s bittersweet, but… beautiful.” He answered as he went over to his dvd collection, looking for a safe movie. Archie definitely needed something lighthearted, no dead animals, no long lost loves. So no Disney.

“Jughead just cause you have a boner for constant heartbreak does not mean The Notebook is a good movie.” Archie fired back as he stuffed another huge handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“You just don’t like the movie because Sabrina said Ryan Gosling was hotter than you.”

Archie winced as Jughead mentioned Sabrina’s name. Jughead wasn’t the only one with a broken heart Jughead thought to himself.

“Oh my god, don’t even get me started on her. What a mistake.”

“You know I think she’d say the same about you Arch.”

“WE WERE ON A BREAK!” Archie exclaimed, clearly he was still not over it.

“THAT DIDN’T WORK ON FRIENDS AND IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK FOR YOU.” Jughead said, imitating Archie’s whiny tone.

To this Archie let out an over exaggerated ‘ugh.’ As Jughead slid the dvd of the movie Juno into the player and hit play.

About an hour had passed by when Jughead heard the door open with a thud. Archie turned his head as he saw it.

There was Betty Cooper, wrapped up in the arms of her newest fuck buddy, a girl about the same height as Betty with raven black hair. Betty sure had a type Archie thought to himself. The couple hadn’t noticed them 30 feet away sitting on the living room couch as they moved forward towards Betty’s room down the hall, pulling each other’s clothes off in the process.

Archie looked over at Jughead. His eyes were empty, focused on the pair, his eyebrows furrowed and then Archie saw it. The sad look in his eyes, the longing look as his blue eyes darkened and his cheeks flushed. He could see Jughead bite the inner part of his cheek and his jaw clench. It was like whiplash.

Betty and the girl now had disappeared and a set of sounds started to emit from the hall. Jughead turned his back to the TV, watching the next scene in the movie.

“Are-uh, you okay?” Archie asked softly, barely making a sound.

“Yeah, it’s just you know, good for her getting out there and getting some. Go her.”

Jughead didn’t even try to sound happy. He knew that his words were total bullshit. And in truth, his whole body was numb at the picture appearing in his head. The moans approaching weren’t helping either. He turned up the volume on the TV trying to drown it out.

“Does she do that a lot? Bring…guests over in the middle of the night for you to see.”

“I don’t think she thinks anything of it. She shares everything with me, it’s not like she’s ever tried to hide her dating to me before. Why start being discreet now?”

She doesn’t share everything with you Jug is what Archie wanted to say. Though he knew it wasn’t his secret to tell, and hell, Jughead wouldn’t even believe him if he had.

“Well Jughead, agreeing to move in with her wasn’t the best idea.”

“You don’t think I fucking know that Archie.” Jughead snapped. He immediately regretted his harshness and muttered: “Sorry, I just-“

“I know.” Archie finished. Jughead turned back to the TV wondering whether they should just leave. He turned to look at Archie but found him grabbing the whiskey from the cabinet and heading out to the patio.

“I figure you need a drink and that movie isn’t the best noise canceler.” Archie said offering a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah, you’re right. I do need a drink. Only because of the fact that I can’t let you drink that whole thing by yourself. Face the facts Golden Boy, you’re a lightweight.” Jughead joked as he closed the glass door and sat down against the wall outside.

Archie chugged back a swig of the whiskey, wincing at the sting in his throat.

“I think you’re wrong about that, I actually think you’re wrong about a lot of things Jughead.”

“Yeah, yeah, now stop hogging the juice.”

Project Cryostasis Part2

Summary: Steve dies knowing that he’s about to be a father, but what happens when Howard asks you to do an important mission that may one day change your life, forever.

Previously: Part1

“If it’s to babysit Baby Tony then tell him he better pay up, because im not doing it for free” She stands tall and demanding, something she got fro her father, and something her father would use when he would negotiate with Colonel Philips. Steve was always commanding, demanding and strong, which his wits and attitude had of course passed down to you.

“No darling it’s not to babysit. Howard has a very important mission for you, which requires you to under go a deep sleep”

“A deep sleep?” You question, your mother sighs and nods her head.

“yes dear” She kisses your forehead

“What’s this mission called?” You pulled away clutching onto your fathers dog tags worryingly. She places a comforting hand on your shoulder and smiles sadly

“Project Cryostasis”

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The Green Island

Parring: Peter Pan X Reader

Word: 1421

Warning: none

Summary: Y/N is Peter’s Lost girl, and he isn’t exactly the boyfriend Y/N expected.

A/N: i’m not dead! I know i should write the next part of 3317, don’t worry, i will soon, i just really wanted to write this!

Part 2

Originally posted by my-fxxfics

The stick moved easy over the ground, drawing a line from the end in the sand. The lines became a castle as they so often had before. Peter would soon come back and destroy it, as he so often had before.

You sighed, and looked around at the camp. Some of the boys were cooking dinner, some hunted, some fooled around, and Peter was out doing god knows what. He did that a lot, he was almost never at the camp anymore.

“it has its purpose” he had said when you had asked. “don’t ask again”

And you hadn’t. Not because you were scared, no. You had never been scared at Peter, not like anyone else had, he treasured you. Nobody dared curl a hair on your head, everybody knew what had happened to the boy who by accident had hit you with an arrow, sometimes you could still hear his scream in the dark night. Every time you asked Peter to let him go, forgive him, it was just an accident!

“nobody hurts my queen” Peter always said, and kissed your forehead.

You stood up, and started walking out of the camp. Peter wasn’t here, surely you could leave for just five minutes.

You knew the forest almost as well as Peter. All the times you had snuck out here, just for him to go after you, to spend a little quality time with your king.

The forest went on and on, but you didn’t mind, why should you? The forest was a nice place, it was as if even the plants was afraid of what Peter could do to them, and not dared hurt you.

A voice cut through the silence on Neverland, and you followed the sound. It didn’t take many steps for you, before you stood in front of a group.

“hello” you said, all of them turning to you. There were five, a woman with long blonde hair, a woman with dark shoulder length, and one with short black hair. There were also two men, a blonde and a dark haired, the last one had a hook instead of one of his hands. Captain Hook no doubt, Peter had told you about him, you had never meet him however, until now.

“welcome to Neverland! “you said with a smile, but none of the adults returned it.

“who are you? “the women with shoulder length dark hair said, no doubt a leader.

“I’m Y/N, and you are? “you asked, looking at them.

“wait, Y/N? “the blonde one said and took a step towards you. “as in The Golden Castle Y/N? “

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I only lived in one place before this island, and it was no castle for sure” you said with a smile. Again, nobody returned it. You waited for an answer to your earlier question, but they didn’t seem to want to give it.

“so, what brings you to Neverland? “you asked. “it’s not most people who choose this place for a holiday”

“it doesn’t concern you” the one with the shoulder length hair said.

“we’re looking for someone” the women with short black hair said, and you nodded. You had a feeling of who it was. “maybe you can help us, do you know where Peter Pan is? “

You opened your mouth to response, but never got to. A loud noise made you turn around, and you saw a lot of birds flying up from the forest, their voices ringing through the trees.

“that’s my sign” you said, and looked back at them. “sorry, but it was nice to meet you! “

 

The five adults watched you disappearing through the trees, before four of them turned to the last.

“what’s the golden castle? “Mary-Margaret asked Emma.

“it’s a fairy-tale” Emma said.

“about that girl there? “Regina asked, and Emma nodded. “well, tell us! “

“it’s about a poor girl called Y/N, that lives in a village with her younger sister” Emma started telling. “but one day an evil witch finds them, and kills her younger sister. Y/N is of course crushed when she finds out, and she runs out in the woods, where a prince finds her. He gets sympathy, and offers her a place at the castle, but of course the prince falls in love with her, her with him, and they get married”

“a poor girl that marries a prince and become princess, where have I seen that before?” Regina said sarcastic.

“that’s the point of this fairy-tale, this is the beginning” Emma said, and the forest became quiet, as if everything waited for Emma to continue the story.

 

“where have you been?! “Peter asked angry, and you turned around to watch him. You were on your way back, but of course Peter wanted to talk private first.

“I took a walk” you said, not looking him in the eyes. “nothing happened, I’m fine”

He held a hand out, and turned your head to look at him. his forest green eyes meet yours Y/E/C, and suddenly it was just you two.

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you… “he said in a quiet voice.

“I know” you replied, and he leaned down to let his lips meet yours.

 

“Y/N is not what people expect of a princess” Emma continued her fairy-tale. “she wants to go on adventures, explore the world, but the prince won’t let her. He keeps her in the castle with nothing to do but what he expects princesses to do, stare at gold”

“he wants princesses to sit and stare at gold all day? “David asked, and Emma nodded.

“well, I’m glad you’re not like that” Mary-Margaret said to her husband, trying to sound joking.

“how does she escape? “Regina asked, making them all look at Emma.

“she doesn’t”

 

“Peter stop” you said, showing his hand off your arm.

“no! “he said. “you can’t leave this camp, I won’t let you! It’s not safe! “

“I can take care of myself! “you said angry. This argument happened far too often, and you both knew exactly what the other would say next.

“but you don’t need to! “he said, following the script down to every detail. “the boys and i can protect you, you don’t have to do it yourself! “

“you can’t keep me a prisoner! “you said angrily, knowing this wouldn’t last much longer.

“oh yes, I can! “he said, and you widened your eyes. He had never threatened you before.

“what? “you asked in a whisper, not being sure you had heard correctly.

“I said” he took a step towards you, so you had to tilt your head back to look him in the eyes. “yes. I. can! “

 

“what do you mean she doesn’t escape? “Mary-Margaret asked.

“I mean she doesn’t escape” Emma said, looking at her mother. She had never liked the story, and had felt relived when there was no Y/N in Storybrooke, now it turned out she was here. “she wants to, but right before she does it, the prince lock her up in the castle”

“but all fairy-tales has a happy ending! “David argued. He had always trusted his story to have a happy ending, to live happily ever after, that was how it should be.

“except this one” Emma said, her eyes dark by the thought of the story.

 

“LET ME OUT! “you screamed, but nobody answered. The wooden bars were rough under your hands, the cage swinging in the air. You could see two lost boys on the ground, but they were too far away for you to recognize them.

It wouldn’t make any difference, all the boys feared Peter, no one would dare to cross him. Before it had been nice, feeling so safe, but now you were a prisoner, trapped in a cage like all of his’ enemies.

“Please… “you begged quiet, letting go of the bars, feeling a single tear run down your cheek.

You had never been afraid of Peter, why should you? He had only protected you. He still wanted to protect you, and he thought he did just that. But you didn’t feel protected, you felt scared. Scared of the boy you loved.

Oh, what a horrible feeling. Fearing someone you loved. Wanting to run so far away you possible could, but also wanting to throw yourself into their arms. Oh, what a horrible feeling, being trapped on the green island you once had ruled with your king, calling it your kingdom.

Apologize (Steve Harrington x reader) [part 1]

A/N: This is a request that I got as an au where Steve takes his best friend with him to go fight the demogorgon in S1, reposted from my other blog! Send me updates on how you liked S2 and feel free to send in requests!

Warnings: blood, crying, angst, violence, cursing???? let me know if I missed anything

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Part Six // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski​): Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five - Part Seven Part Eight

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Violence, Kissing and Swearing.

Word Count: 2,724

With an angry groan, Stiles slammed his bedroom door shut and kicked the surface without second thought. As he fixed the straps of his backpack on his shoulders, he ran down the staircase with his car keys in hand.

“What the hell was that for?!” Sheriff Stilinski exclaimed from the kitchen, his voice echoing through the house.

“Nothing.” Stiles sighed, ready to just go to school and, somehow, get his mind off of Katalina.

“That definitely wasn’t because of nothing.” Stilinski disagreed, walking into the kitchen with a half eaten sandwich and a coffee in his hands.

Stiles rubbed his face in frustration at his father’s prying. He already dealt with so much, the last thing he needs is to talk about it.

“Dad, I’m really not in the mood for one of your routine interrogations right now.” Stiles sighed and the Sheriff nodded, understanding his son was in one of those moods.

“Alright, Alright.” He lifted his hands in surrender. “How about I tell you something about my day yesterday, instead?”

“Sure.” Stiles let out a breath, scratching the back of his neck.

“Something really nice happened.”

“Did you finally get the courage to ask Melissa McCall out?” The son questioned and Sheriff Stilinski narrowed his eyes at the smirking boy.

“No.” He scoffed and it took everything in Stiles not to chuckle. “When I went to the hospital to see-”

“The woman you’ve been secretly crushing on for a good couple of years now?” Stiles grinned, squinting his eyes.

“Okay, you know what?” The Sheriff sighed, tired of his son’s sarcasm and began to walk back into the kitchen. “Never mind.”

“No, come on.” Stiles chuckled, approaching his father and grabbing his arm to stop him. “I’m just messing with you, but I really do want to know. Tell me, what happened at the hospital?”

“Fine.” Stilinski sighed, turning back around to face the younger boy. “I saw Katalina’s mom after what- four years? Man, has it been that long?”

Stiles heart dropped down in his stomach the second he said her name, the sound alone making guilt take over his entire body and consume him. It took everything in Stiles not to break down in front of his own father, right now.

He hates everything that’s happening between them and all he truly wants is to make things right. But, Stiles knew that things weren’t that simple. Not when Katalina believes he just took advantage of her since he didn’t have the courage to actually tell her the truth.

“Y-Yeah, it has.” Stiles cleared his throat, running his fingers through his silky hair.

“How come?” Sheriff Stilinski asked innocently, not knowing how intense that topic was and Stiles internally winced. “I used to see her all the time when she would come pick up Kat. Which, thinking about now, makes me realize Katalina hasn’t been over in a good while either.”

Sheriff’s head spun as he put everything together, being the incredibly skillful and talented detective he was. Stiles, on the other hand, was getting more nervous by the second.

“Wait, Son-” The older man’s eyes widened with realization. “What happened between you two?”

That question was precisely what caused Stiles’ breaking point as he dropped his head and felt tears beginning to form in his golden-brown eyes. Sheriff Stilinski watched his only son start to cry in front of him, his heart wrenching at the tragic sight.

“I messed up.” Stiles confessed through quiet sobs, desperately trying to wipe away the tears running down his cheeks. “I-I lost her, Dad.”

Stiles couldn’t hold back the pain inside of him anymore. He was tired of putting up an act and letting his heartbreak boil up inside of him as he dealt with it on his own. Stiles didn’t want to show anyone how he truly felt because he didn’t want anyone to know just how vulnerable he was, but after losing the one girl he ever actually loved for the second time made him not care who could possibly see.

But, the thing was out of all the people that could help him through this, his own father was just the perfect person to do so.

Placing a comforting hand on Stiles’ shoulder, the Sheriff pulled the heartbroken boy’s attention off of the floor and back on him.

“You didn’t lose her, Stiles.” He stated with a soft expression, but his voice was so confident Stiles felt inclined to actually believe him. “And I’m sure of it.”

“How do you know that?” Stiles asked, his voice breaking.

“Because her mom told me something that Katalina does ‘till this day.” Sheriff Stilinski smiled kindly, his eyes lighting up as he remembered the two best friends that grew up together and clearly loved each other. “Whenever she’s sad, Kat gets one of your old lacrosse sweatshirts you gave her and holds onto it. Her mother saw her sleeping with it just yesterday.”

It was as if a Stiles was just recently drowning in a pool of pain and dispair when someone, suddenly, opened the drain to let the water out and he could finally breathe again. The feeling of guilt instantly escaped his veins and was replaced with hope.

That glimmer of hope didn’t go unnoticed by the Sheriff as he looked at his son and noticed it spark in his eyes. With a kind and reassuring smile on his face, Stilinski spoke the words Stiles was already thinking in his own head.

“Go get her back, Son.”

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School used to actually be pleasurable for Katalina. Not only did she have a perfect GPA score, but she also had immense amount of fun with her absolute best friends. Everything was perfect and amazing until, well… everything happened.

Now school is nothing but a burden to her. Sure she still has really impressive grades, but Katalina has to constantly see the boy that broke her heart and the boy whose heart she broke. Spending time with the pack wasn’t the same either. They constantly looked at her with pity in their eyes and it drove her crazy. The last thing Katalina needs is people to feel sorry for her.

With a sigh escaping her lips, Katalina walked out of the class she was just dismissed from and approached the bathroom to use it before getting books out of her locker for her next class.

What she didn’t know what was happening down in the halls, right where her locker happened to be, as she entered the girls’ restroom.

Stiles, with a new and happy smile on his face, was pushing a letter containing all of the different reasons why he loved her and no one else. Katalina had the key to his heart and he was more than ready to finally tell her. Once the boy with freckles on his skin finished putting the paper through the small hole of her locker door, he held tightly onto the beautiful rose behind his back and mentally prepared himself to confess his love the second she approached her locker.

Theo, on the other hand, just so happened to be walking through the halls right at that moment and his eyes fell onto his nervous enemy standing in front of his girl’s locker. A wave of anger like no other crashed down on him when he noticed the rose in Stiles’ hands and, before he knew it, Theo was rushing towards him.

The happy thoughts inside of Stiles’ head were, suddenly, interrupted when he was forcefully pushed up against the rows of lockers. Whatever air he had in him was immediately ripped away from his lungs the second his back hit the surface, his head banging against the metal as well.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” The attacker shouted in his face and Stiles didn’t even need to reopen his eyes to recognize who the voice belonged to.

“Something I should’ve done four years ago.” Stiles croaked, his voice raspy as he opened his eyes to glare at the familiar werewolf.

“I am so sick of you, Stilinski!” Theo yelled, thinking he could scare him but Stiles didn’t even flinch. “I should just kick your ass right now!”

“No,” Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What you need to do is let go of me.”

“And why the hell would I do that?” Theo hissed, his body shaking with anger.

“Because if you don’t, then I’m going to kick your ass.” Stiles retorted, a smirk on his lips. “And you and I both know that it wouldn’t be the first time.”

Theo winced as he thought back to when Stiles found out he was the one that told Katalina the truth. He threw a few punches that definitely damaged Theo’s face and huge ego. It wasn’t about beating him for being a snitch, Stiles couldn’t care less that Kat found out. What made Stiles furious was that he was planning to be the one that told her and Theo took that away from him. She didn’t even give him the chance to explain how it all changed, how, sure, it was about Lydia at first but then it was as if every other girl suddenly didn’t matter to him anymore. He only wanted Kat, Stiles only loved Katalina.

“You can’t touch me, Stiles.” Theo stated. “If you do, Katalina would never forgive you and you know that.”

“No, Theo.” Stiles shook his head. “I think you’re confused. Because you know you’re not the person she’s in love with. And if you ever hurt me, you’re the one Kat would never forgive.”

“Don’t call her Kat.” Theo hissed through clenched teeth. “Only I can call her that.”

“And yet I was the one moaning it just the other night.” Stiles said with a harsh voice, tired of Theo’s pathetic little game.

That remark was enough to make the werewolf snap and strike his fist right against Stiles’ jaw. Pain struck through the human as Theo let him go and he fell limp to the floor. The rose that was once in his hands also dropped down on the ground and Stiles could already feel his head begin to throb. Theo was hovering over him when a sick grin spread across his face and he lifted his foot above the rose. Stiles watched in horror as he purposely stepped on the flower, the pedals being crushed beneath his shoe.

“Did you really think you would get away with fucking my girlfriend?!” Theo spat, but fury flooded Stiles’ blood like never before the second the werewolf lifted his foot and revealed what was left of the destroyed rose.

It’s one thing to hurt him, but it’s another thing to hurt any chance he had left with Katalina. Before he knew it, Stiles was pulling Theo’s legs and he was crashing down on the floor beside him.

“I didn’t just fuck her, you big tree!” Stiles shouted as Theo grunted in pain when his head hit the tiles, the halls now crowded with other students watching the fight go down. “I made love to her! Because that’s what two people do when they’re meant to be!”

Both of them somehow managed to stand up again and everyone watched with excitement. It didn’t matter how hurt they both were, their bodies were too drunk on adrenaline to even care.

“Stiles, she left you!” Theo yelled. “When are you going to realize that you can never be with her again?!”

The next thing he knew, Stiles was receiving another punch in the face from Theo. This time, right on his nose. He heard it crack and the amount of pain he suddenly felt was indescribable. Stiles lost his balance from the intense impact, but out of nowhere he felt two small hands grab him and hold him in place.

“And when are you going to realize how pathetic you’re being?!” A familiar voice he so desperately wanted to hear again shouted at the werewolf in front of them.

Everyone looked at the girl that had just appeared to stop the fight. The girl that had unintentionally caused the two boys to even start in the first place. She had left the bathroom a few minutes ago and watched in horror since the moment Stiles made Theo fall. It made her absolutely furious how stupid and immature they could easily be. But, the second she saw Theo hit Stiles it was as if all the pain he felt, she felt too. She couldn’t hold back her concern as she ran towards his aid.

“Both of you!” Katalina yelled and the boys suddenly felt guilty.

“Kat, I’m so sorr-” Her boyfriend, which clearly was now her ex, approached her.

“No, Theo!” Katalina interrupted him, not at all interested in hearing any pathetic excuse. “Get away from me.”

“Kat-”

“Now, Theo!” She shouted and he winced at her rough words.

Theo reluctantly left their presence, but not without glaring at Stiles first. The human didn’t even care, to be honest. He was too focused on the girl holding him. His soul was so connected to her that Stiles couldn’t even feel the pain of his broken nose anymore, as if it was completely numbed by the beautiful woman he loved.

“And as for you.” Katalina stated, turning her attention towards Stiles but her breath hitched in her throat at how intense he was staring at her. There were feelings in his eyes she couldn’t quite place, but she knew that she didn’t want him to ever stop looking at her this way. “Y-You should go to the hospital.”

The crowd that had formed began to disperse and walk away when they realized the fight was now over, leaving Stiles and Katalina completely alone once again.

Without breaking their eye contact, Katalina reached into her backpack and pulled out tissues she gathered from the bathroom. Their original purpose were to wipe away the tears that would escape her eyes from time to time, but they now would be used to block the blood running from Stiles’ nose.

She carefully put the tissues up against his broken nose and Stiles didn’t even flinch, his heart beating so fast at the feeling of her touch again. He was longing for it and decided to just take advantage of this moment.

“How long have you been watching?” Stiles asked and Katalina nervously cleared her throat when he did.

“Since you made Theo fall.” She responded with a quiet voice.

“So, then you heard what I said right after?”

Katalina slowly nodded when Stiles referred to the “I made love to her” speech. It certainly didn’t fail to make her heart flutter and beat faster at the words, but it did fail to make her forget everything he’s done. If he thinks that one nice sentence was going to make up for all of the nights she spent crying, all of the times she spent doubting herself and all of the times she spent hating herself for loving someone so detrimental to her, he was definitely wrong.

Stiles saw the longing in her eyes too and he didn’t even think twice before leaning in to place his lips on hers. Katalina was taken by surprise when he kissed her and their lips tingled at the touch. Their bodies missing each other so much more than they could possibly imagine. It was when Stiles’ mouth began to deepen the kiss that Katalina snapped out of her trance.

She pulled away from him and with tears already beginning to water in her eyes, Katalina stared up at him with a hurt expression.

“It doesn’t change anything.” Katalina stated, her body aching at the words and Stiles felt as if he just got shot. The pain his nose felt before was nothing compared to the pain he felt now thanks to that one sentence.

Katalina took her hand from his face and placed the tissues in his. With tears already streaming down her cheeks, she left Stiles without another word.

She didn’t even notice the crumbled rose on the floor that was once meant for her or did she know about the letter in her locker waiting to be read.

All Katalina knew was that she loved Stiles and, just by the look in his eyes, he might love her too.