my queue knocked on my door and asked if we could talk about our problems

You said I’d always be your only man

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I know.”

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

That is, until the following Wednesday morning.


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

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

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

He nodded.

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

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

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

“I thought you needed company,” he shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

Neither Jughead or I said anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s when the true screaming match began.

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

“So is Y/N!”

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

Neither of them said anything for a few seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you hurt her-”

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

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


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SPN Writing Challenge | breathingdestiel vs. sataniccas 
prompt: proposal
pairings: dean/cas
word count: 3,500
tags: kid!fic, hs!au, best friends to lovers, fluff

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          8 years old

Castiel Novak sat on the bench in the school’s playground. His eyes were glued to a boy standing near the school entrance and looking absolutely lost. Dean Winchester was a new kid and Cas wanted to help him, but he wasn’t sure how. Still, he understood how Dean had to be feeling, so he took a deep breath and made his way over to the other boy.

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean looked at him questioningly. “Hi?”

“I have a proposal you won’t be able to refuse,” Cas said in a rushed breath. It was a phrase he had heard his mother say on the phone when he had visited her in her office. He was sure it was appropriate for this situation too.

“What?” Dean croaked as his eyebrows shot up.

“Be my friend.”

After one slow blink, Dean frowned. “I thought proposal meant you’re asking someone to marry you.”

“Oh, well it can mean that, but it also means you’re offering something.”

“Huh, I didn’t know that. You’re really smart.”

Cas blushed and looked at his shoes. “I’m not; my mother explained it to me when I asked her about it.”

“I ask my mom a lot of things, but I forget most of it. So you are smart.”

“Thank you, but I think you’re smart too. Your brain is probably just too small, so you can’t remember everything. It will grow, don’t worry,” Cas explained seriously.

Dean nodded thoughtfully, “Thanks… Cas is your name, right?”

“It’s actually Castiel, but only the teachers call me that. You can call me Cas.”

“Great. Look, two swings are free. Let’s go.” Dean grabbed Cas’ hand and pulled him towards the swings.

“Wait, does this mean you’ll be my friend?”

A huge grin broke out on Dean’s face. “Of course I will. It’s an offer, uh, a proposal I can’t refuse.”

10 years old

Cas laughed as Dean made another silly face and, in return, made Dean laugh too. Cas had spent the whole day at Dean’s house because his mother had an important meeting and his babysitter had cancelled, but Cas still wasn’t bored or fed up. They had watched TV, read comic books and played with Dean’s younger brother Sam.

At the moment, they were in Dean’s room where they had tried to play two-player charades, but had soon given up because they couldn’t keep a straight face for long enough.

“Hey, Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?”

“I have a proposal you won’t be able to refuse,” Dean answered with a toothy grin.

“What is it?” Cas asked as his lips lifted up in a small smile of his own.

“Sleep over.”

Cas thought about it. He had never slept over in the two years they had been friends, but there was no reason he shouldn’t. And he definitely didn’t want the fun to stop. “I have to ask my mother, though.”

“Yes!” Dean pumped his fist in the air. “She’ll say yes for sure. C’mon, let’s call her, my mom will definitely persuade her.”

Dean dragged him to the kitchen, where his mother Mary was washing dishes.

“Hey, Mom, can Cas stay the night?” Dean jumped excitedly around her.

“Sure, if Naomi agrees.”

“Could you please call her and ask?” Cas questioned, more calmly than Dean, but his excitement was still evident.

A few minutes and one phone call later, Naomi had agreed for Cas to stay overnight and she promised to bring his pajamas and toothbrush. Both of the boys were thrilled that they were allowed to spend more time with each other.

After several hours, both boys were bundled up in Dean’s bed, exhausted but content.

“I’m so glad you’re my best friend,” Dean whispered.

Cas smiled. “I’m glad too, Dean.”

“We’re going to have sleepovers when we’re old too, right?”

“Of course,” Cas said and took hold of Dean’s hand.

“Can’t wait.” Dean squeezed back.

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#108: He’s The New Kid | High School AU

A/N: Requested by a sweet anon! I loved it! 

Luke:

Your mind was fuzzed as you squeezed your eyes to get a better look at the black board from far distance in front of you, your teacher writing up yet another boring math example. At times you wondered why you were even placed in the back of the class, it was always a hell to try to see what was on the board and it was problematic because you could never understand the math problems and not to see how to fix them made it ten times worse. The sudden sound of knocks coming from the door interrupted your teacher from being in his zone, stopping from writing on the board and watching as the principal of the school walking inside with a tall blond boy behind him. They talked for a bit before your teacher cleared his throat even though everyone was staring at him, pointing at the blond haired boy and introducing him. “Ladies and gentleman, this is Luke Hemmings. He’s a new student at our school and he’s gonna be with us here at math.” Small whispers were shared as people stared at Luke, but you didn’t mind. Until your teacher announced that he was going to sit next to you since your best friend wasn’t at school today. Taking a seat next to you, he could feel your eyes staring at him as he started to take out a notebook with math examples and a pencil case to scribble down notes from the blackboard. Your teacher started to talk again and that was your queue to take notes, yet you couldn’t see a thing and when your teacher handed out a task for you to make before class was over, your eyes went wide and stared at it like it could fix itself. “Fucking shit, I don’t even need this in my life..” You cursed while trying to solve the math problems, feeling Luke staring at you. “You don’t know what to do?” He asked in polite and you shook your head. He moved a little bit closer to you, taking your pencil and explaining how to do the math problem. “How can you be so good?” You asked amazed and he started to blush a dark shade of red. “My mom is a math teacher. I guess it’s in the genes.” He explained with a joke, his voice soft yet shy. “That’s so awesome.” You said with a smile, making Luke shrug. “I guess I’m just lucky.” He shrugged and you nodded your head. “You are because I don’t get a shit of this and I’m not lucky at all.” He chuckled by your words while looking down at his pencil. ”I can help you at times if you want? We can trade, you teach me stuff about the school, who to be with and who to avoid. In treat for that I can teach you some math skills.” Luke reached his hand out for you to reach and you looked down at it before forming a small smile, “Deal Hemmings.”

Calum:

Sitting with your legs on top of the chair in front of you, your whole body was resting against your chair as you watched the football players in front of you on the field running around determined to get the ball while your coach yelled around with his whistle when things weren’t as he wanted. A bag of chips was open and resting nicely on your stomach, almost having your full attention but that was soon taken away. A sports bag was dropped on the chair next to you, giving you a slight shock and making you look to see who it was, a boy with brown memorizing eyes and dirty dark hair standing in a football uniform. “Hello.” He smiled as he looked down at you, seeming to have full energy. “Hi.” You said a bit off, looking at him with curious eyes. “I’m a new student.” He introduced as to why you looked so weird at him, your mouth forming a big ‘o’ in understanding. “Oh you’re the exchange student from Australia?” You asked, already having heard about him from your coach who had announced that you would have a quite professional footballer who had to try out today’s training. He nodded his head with a smile. “I’m Y/N.” You said as he sat down next to you to tie his shoes. “I’m Calum.” He answered in polite smiling over at you. “I’m usually on the team. Though I’m prevented from playing for a while.” You sad in a sad tone, looking out in the distance. “How come?” Calum asked interested, taken off his sweater and placed it down his bag, showing off an Australian football jersey. “Sprained foot.” You pointed down at your foot that was wearing a way bigger comfy sock than your other, Calum’s eyes wide and a small “ouch” camefrom his mouth. “It was a football accident, but I’ll be out on the field in no time.” You chuckled, looking back at the field where girls and boys were chasing around after the exact same ball. “That’s tragic.” Cal commented while he tied his football boots, looking up at the field as he was now ready. “Kind of, but I’m used to it, it’s not the first time.” You chuckled watching as Calum stood up from his chair. “I would love to talk to you again Cal. You seem like a cozy guy.” You smiled up at him and he seemed to blush a bit. “You too Y/N. I would love to see how good you are on a field.” You shrugged your shoulders with a smirk as he giggled down at you. “But first I have to impress your coach to see if he’ll qualify me for your team.”  “Go show them.” You chuckled, waving after him as he ran down the stairs towards your coach ready to introduce himself before he could run out on the field on show his very best to get on the team. And he sure did because you were impressed to say at least, watching how your other teammates seemed to have a hard time with Calum’s fast long legs.

Michael:

Thunderstorms and lightening were clouding over your school with dark clouds, all the lights in the school on full power since the weather had made everything dark and gloomy. Your eyes were focused on the book in front of you, yet you couldn’t concentrate at all with the loud thunder keeping on shocking and catching your attention. You were the only one at the library at this point so it should be one of the benefits to study without any other students to make any noise but this was ten times worse. Shutting your book you started to head towards the exit of the library but that was when the worse thing happened, the loud sound of thunderstorm with a following loud bang of electricity shutting down, darkness surrounding you in the now dark library as the electricity was gone. You cursed, trying to open the door yet it was impossible. So great to have all the doors being technical and needed electronic to open. “Great, just great.” You groaned, rolling your eyes as you were now stuck alone in this sick library, heading towards one of the tables to sit down. You were about to take your phone out but the sound of footsteps made you sprint up from your chair in shock and looked behind to see a rather confused boy with wide eyes. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He said with raised hands and approached you. “Have you been in here all the time?” You asked confused, and he nodded his head. “I was trying to find my geography class but ended up lost. We were supposed to find some books but all of the sudden they were gone and then the electricity went out.” “Yeah, we’re stuck in here until the electricity is back.” You explained while he took a seat next to you. “You’re new?” You asked changing the subject and he nodded his head. “I’m Michael.” He introduced and you reached your hand out, smiling. “I’m Y/N. Pleasure to meet you Michael.” He grew a smile as well, looking around at the library. “Which classes do you take?” You asked and he looked back at you. “English, Spanish, IT, Geography and Music.” He explained and your eyes lit by the mention of music. “Me too!” Michael’s eyes lit up by the mention as well, feeling more comfortable now knowing that there was at least one person he could communicate with. “Our teacher is such an awesome person you will love it here.” Michael nodded his head along to your words happy, “That’s definitely a great start after my geography failure.” He joked making you giggle. “You can just ask me if you’re confused. Here, let me give you my number.” You said, and he gave out his IPhone so you could write in your number for him. “It’s so you can feel more comfortable here. I know how it feels to be a new student. Don’t want any more awkward situations to hit you.” You chuckled and Michael thank you politely. “Thank you Y/N, you seem like an awesome person.”

Ashton:                                                                                                                                                  

Your eyes were dazed and tired as you fought the urge to not shut them closed, your mind far away in another place in dreamland rather than focusing on the road in front of you. You were late, and not just the usual ten minutes late for class, but a half an hour due to sleeping late and the bus driving right in front of you. It didn’t exactly made your mood better and with the lack of sleep even though you slept over, you were tired as hell and musty to say at least. Still wearing the shirt you had slept in and some rubber boots from the rain, your hair was wet and mind fuzzy as you marched down the hall towards your class. You were so unfocused that you didn’t even notice that another person who came from one of the halls from your left and before you knew it the two of you collapsed into each other, books flying everywhere and you falling to the ground. “What in the serious fuck?” You screeched but as you looked up but your eyes met a pair of hazel eyes covered with glasses who looked rather nervous and your attitude changed completely. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry.” You exclaimed, looking at him curiously since you couldn’t point a finger on who he was while helping to collect his massive pile of books. “It’s okay.” He answered in a soft voice, pushing his classes up on his nose and accepting the books you had collected with a small thank you. “’Why do you have so many books with you?” The boy shifted in his seat as he stood up with the books embraced, “I’m new here so I had to get all of these books before first class. But I’m kind of confused since this school is way more different than my last one and I can’t seem to find my class.” Your eyes went wide, nodding your head, “What is your first class?” You asked, wanting to help the poor lad. “Biology, but I’ve been walking down this hall four times now, it says it’s the one on my paper, but I can’t find the class and I’ve walked into two different ones in slight awkwardness.” “Let me help then.” You let out a small giggle by the boy, accepting the paper his free hand gave you. “Oh, your class is in the other building.” You explained as you read the paper, “I can follow you to it if you want?” The boy started to blush yet let out an award winning smile. “I would appreciate that but don’t you have classes as well right now?” “Don’t worry about that. I’m late anyways, my math teacher is used to that.” You shrugged, reaching your hand out so you could help him carry some of your books. “What’s your name?” You asked as you started to walk, “Ashton. Ashton Irwin.” He replied, already feeling more comfortable and less nervous. “I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You introduced, reaching your free hand out to shake his rather big one.

starswirlblitz  asked:

Congrats on 600 you are such a lovely person who deserves each and every one of them!!! I love your fic The rights reasons(it was well written and I just love it!)! Uh let's see Can I have a Dean x sister!reader where she's twins with Sammy so dean is overprotective of both his little siblings but also include many fluffy moments (like dean taking care of little ol sammy and sis plz!) from when they're little to adults please? Thanks!

That one is dear to my heart since it was my first request! There’s not as much overprotective Dean but lots of fluff & big brother moments, as well as twin Sam moments. I also didn’t bring them too much into adulthood because I literally had to stop myself because I just kept writing & had to get to the other stories. Be sure to let me know how you like it!

“De, I has to go to the potty.” You told Dean while yanking on his shirt in the middle of the grocery aisle.

He let out a sigh before looking down at you, “Can’t you hold it for like fifteen more minutes? I’m almost done here, then I can take you.”

“I don’t think I can holds it for that long De.” You said with a worried expression on your face. At four years old you did not have a bladder of steel.

“I gotta go too!” Sam exclaimed from right next to you.

“Man, what did you guys drink?” Dean asked while pulling along what he called “The Sibling Train”; you held onto Dean’s hand while Sammy held onto yours.

“You let us have kool-aid!” You said happily.

“Last time I do that.” Dean mumbled to himself. He reached the restrooms and put down the basket which contained the few necessities the Winchester children needed. “Okay. Go.” Dean said, pushing you both towards the bathroom. Sam took off towards the men’s room, however you stayed behind.

“Kiana, go to the bathroom.” Dean said again, nudging you forward.

“I can’t go alone De, I’m too scareded for that. You can’t hear me, what if I needs your help?” You said to him in a small voice.

Dean let out another sigh, you guys were killing him, but that’s what twin four year olds do. “How bout this. You go in and I’ll stand right here, if you need me you just shout. Got it?”

You pondered for a moment, touching your finger to your chin as if this was the most important decision of your life, “Okay De. But if I yell you gotta come get me.”

“I promise.”

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never fade away, part iii

part i- https://survivingthejungle.tumblr.com/post/154354870093/title-never-fade-away-request-reader-is-few

part ii- https://survivingthejungle.tumblr.com/post/154618130068/never-fade-away-part-ii-request-a-continuation

There was a pair of arms entangling you when you woke up the next morning. The person attached was clinging to you, as if you were all they had. It took you a moment to remember where you were, or more importantly, who you were with. You looked out across the room. The floor-to-ceiling windows were haphazardly covered with thin, creme-colored curtains. The light filtering in looked like raw honey, a dark yellow, almost orange color. If you were not in your current situation, you might’ve been calmed by the sight.

Not much later after you had woken up did the boy who had taken you. He let go of you, momentarily, and you felt relieved, although somewhat chilly. That was a shortlived feeling, because after he stretched and yawned loudly, he took hold of you again in a gesture that could only be described as a snuggle. He had entertwined your legs with him sometime during the night. One arm went under you and held your hand in his, and the other was tracing patterns on your other arm. He moved his head up to you and kissed your cheek, and then whispered into you ear, “G'morning, babes. D'ya sleep okay?” You nodded. That was a lie, of course; you’d never slept lighter in your life, due to the fact that you had never been kidnapped and certainly never had to sleep so close to your kidnapper before. “I slept great. I think it was you,” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “I just knew there was something about you. Glad I was right.” He let go of your hand and moved his hands on either side of you, leaning over you. His face was uncomfortably close to your own and your breathing hitched. “But I can’t help but notice,” he said, “you’re awfully quiet. Why won’t you talk to me?” He rested his forehead on yours, noses touching.

There was no was to avoid the question at this point, your only option was to either tell the truth and say you were scared out of your mind or make up a completely frivolous answer. On the one hand, if you lied, then he wouldn’t think you were scared of him. On the other hand, if he eventually found out it was a lie, you had no idea what would be in store for you. You decided that a vague answer was best in this situation, “I… I don’t know what kind of answer you’re looking for,” you whispered, trying to keep yourself as calm and collected as possible.

He chuckled. “An honest one. C'mon, what’s wrong?” he goaded you. The way he worded the question got on your nerves. The kid kidnaps you, forces you to play doll for a couple of grown women, and then forces you to sleep in his bed and has the nerve to ask what was wrong?

You knew one of your worst habits was talking without thinking first. This was a prime example of that. “Really? You don’t have an idea as to why I wouldn’t want to talk to you?” You tried to keep a calm facade on the outside, but in your mind, you freaked out. What had compelled you to give such a reaction to a psychopath with mood swings? Evidently, he was having a similar reaction. He raised his eyebrows at your short outburst.

“Well,” he scoffed, “I suppose you weren’t a fan of the… method of retrieval?” A malevolent grin appeared on his face.

“Was it obvious?” you asked monotonously, trying to keep your cool now that you had already blown off the option of vagueness. His grin remained, unfaltering.

“Oh boy. Now here’s what I was looking for,” he said, a hand coming up to the side of your face. A few small strands of hair had fallen out of your braids from the day prior. “I knew you had a little spark in you.” A knock sounded from the door across the room, and you were indescribably grateful for whoever was on the other side. Jerome flopped back down beside you, holding you in his arms once again. “Yeah?” he called to whoever was on the other side. His chin rested on your forehead.

The doorknob turned and the door was opened, and a tall, dark haired, bourgeoisie-looking man walked in. “Jerome, the others are out at breakfast already. If you don’t eat, that’s on you, but shouldn’t you offer some food to our guest?” he gestured to you.

“Got it, my man,” Jerome gave him a thumbs up and the man took it as his queue to leave, shutting the door behind him. “Well,” he said, tilting his neck and letting the side of his face rest on the top of your head, “Whadaya say I go get us somethin’ ta eat? ‘N then we can… discuss this.”

“Okay,” you responded. He moved off the bed and left the room. You were left alone to your thoughts for a few minutes, thankful to finally have some breathing room. You stood up and the cool air of the room hit your legs, and you were reminded that Jerome had only given you a t-shirt to sleep in. You stretched your arms and back, and then stretched your legs as quickly as possible just in case he decided to come back into the room while you were just about doubled over. You walked over to the window after, you fingers delicately moving the thin curtain aside slightly. The sun was only barely over the horizon, and the cars down on the street were all moving along the streets, the people operating them ready to start their days. Admiring the early morning bustle, you allowed yourself to drift off into your thoughts. I’ve gotta get out of here, you thought. Once I reach the 24 hour mark, the police will start looking for me. I won’t be stuck here forever, you assured yourself. Then you began to assess your current situation. What were you going to say when he came back? You’d already spoken out to him, he’d never let you just nod along after that. He’d expect you to talk to him. And, of course, there were all the potential repercussions you could be facing if you decided not to play along with whatever game he was playing. With someone as emotionally and mentally unstable as he seemed to be, you could very well end up dead if you weren’t careful. You decided that your best option was to just be compliant with him. As long as you didn’t make a scene, you’d be okay and survive long enough to be found.

After some time, he finally returned, a plate full of donuts in hand. “Sorry ‘bout that. Had to put ol’ Greenwood in his place,” he grinned. “So,” he stated, taking a seat on the end of the bed and gesturing for you to sit beside him, “Let’s talk. Are we gonna have… problems?”

“…No,” you stated cautiously, sitting down as far away from him as possible.

“Well then good!” he exclaimed. “'Cause, ya know, if you didn’t… cooperate… then we’d have some problems. Considering I’m all you have.” You glanced at him, giving a confused look. His explanation was instantaneous. “What, you think anyone else would take care of you like I will?” He scoffed. “Babe, I’m the only one who actually cares about you.” Reaching across, he took a hold of your hand and concentrated on playing with your fingers as he spoke. “Y'see, you need me. I’m the one who brings you food and gave you a room and clothes to wear- which I’ll give you later. So, if it weren’t for me, who knows where you’d be right now? I can protect you, (y/n), and I’m going to. Because you don’t have anyone but me,” he met your eyes as he ended his sentence.

You wanted to fight back, to say ‘If it weren’t for you, I’d be back at home, with my family and my friends, safe from people like you,’ but you controlled your outburst and instead kept silent. As long as you just went along with whatever he said, you’d survive. “Okay,” you responded.

His eyes lit up and you saw that sickening grin appear once more. “Good! So then you understand that you can’t leave me, right?” You nodded. “Well. Since that’s all settled, I suppose we should go get you some new clothes. As much as I love, the look, baby girl, I don’t want anyone else looking at you like that.”

(I wanted to go so much farther on with this but i decided to stop it here oops!!!! also i think i finally know how this is gonna end. n in case you cant tell he is kind of like trying to speed up the process of stockholm syndrome on her (with the whole “im the only one you can depend on) and u know obviously he is going to use abuse tactics because well that is just the kind of person he is. thank you all so much for the feedback!!!!!!!!!!! much lov)

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Omg I haven't been on your blog in a minute :O I used to check this blog every day but I've been a little distracted with life recently OTL but now I get to binge read all your stuff that I have to catch up on, yay :D I missed this blog though, I'd add you on kik but I'm waaaay too shy for that >: as for the prompt thingy, I'd love to see #15 with Sam Wilson, I think it'd be hilarious. I love him so much omg it's unreal. Hope you have a great day & thanks for being awesome <333

Hello darling!! I’ve missed you too :) Oh don’t be shy, add me on kik! It’s an awesome way to be able to keep in touch with you guys. I’m always open for conversation. If I don’t answer right away it might be that I’m asleep - I’m on Sydney AUS time! (GMT +10). Everyone who has added me so far has been an absolute delight to speak to :) If you ever change your mind, I eagerly await your message on kik <3 xoxox

Stay amazing you beautiful star~


We’re next door neighbors in an apartment building with really thin walls and we talk a lot but we’ve never seen each other in person.


“So I feel like I should start charging my friends money for my advice.” You whine through the walls. “I mean, most of the time it’s just common sense or something and they treat it like its the most innovative idea for problem solving ever.” You were seated on your battered couch with a sketch pad on your lap, absent mindedly drawing the vase of dried flowers across from you. “Like, seriously? They couldn’t come up with the solution themselves?”

Sam chuckled as he listened to you talk from his own couch on the otherside of the wall with a newspaper in his hands. “Sometimes people already know the answer. They just want a kind of affirmation from a third party; someone not directly involved in the situation. It’s like a kind of proof that they’re probably doing the right thing.” He heard you hum in vague agreement before falling silent. “You got much on today?”

“Nah. Just chillin’ for once. I’ve turned off my phone so I don’t get any calls. I tried to sleep in this morning, but I just couldn’t do it.” You yawned. It was like your body and mind didn’t know how to relax anymore or it wanted to chill at the wrong times. “How about you? Are you having friends over again today?” Sometimes you could hear a mass of activity from Sam’s side of the wall. Lots of heavy footsteps and laughter and muffled voices. You were a little jealous of him; you did have friends of your own, but they very rarely visited. Often it was just phone calls in times of distress, never really friendly visits.

“I might have someone over later. She’s a good friend. Always asking about us, actually. Like when we’re gonna meet.” Sam always hints that he wants to meet you. He puts down his newspaper and knocks on the wall a couple of times. “I’m pretty good at making breakfast. You should come over one morning.”

You stop sketching laugh, glad for the wall so you could blush without too much worry. “Sam, you don’t want to meet me! I’m gross.”

“I doubt it. Come on. You said you’d think about it the last time I asked. I mean I’m not gonna force you if you don’t want to meet, but what if I want to borrow a cup of sugar one day or something? Our meeting is inevitable.” Sam grins as he hears you laugh out loud in your apartment. He had no doubts that you were beautiful. Your personality was gorgeous and he was positive you had the physical attributes to match, though even if you didn’t, he was kind of already hooked on you.

“You just want to use me for my sugar, Sam.” You tease. “I’ll think about it some more. But um… I guess breakfast doesn’t sound so bad. I’m not usually a breakfast person, but sometimes I can smell something nice cooking from your apartment.”

“I’ll be sure to make something special for you. Just let me know when.”


PROMPT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Big Fight (Calum Hood)

A/N: This hurts me more than it would hurt you. I WROTE IT MYSELF, FOR GODS SAKE.

Requested: Nope (barely have followers)

Warnings: YES!! CONTAINS: SUICIDAL ACTIONS, DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!!

Word count:1,586

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It was about 3:30 am. Calum, your boyfriend, said he would be home by 12:00am. This was the fourth time he came home later than what he said. You were on the couch eating your newly opened Doritos. You were just watching some of your old favorite Nickelodeon shows. You were slowly drifting to sleep. Suddenly you heard a loud bang! It was Calum, ‘he must be drunk,…. again’ You thought to yourself. “Hey baby, whacha doin’ awaaakkee? “ He slurred. “Calum, this is the fourth time you came home later than whatever you said.” You calmly said, you didn’t feel like fighting today. You were tired as hell. You worked all day, plus your boss gave you extra work. You decided to finish those extra work just bc you didn’t want to deal with it anymore.“Why are you so fucking clingy. Christ. Even tho your my girlfriend that doesn’t fucking mean I can’t do shit you wouldn’t like. Whatever.” He said raising his voice. “I didn’t say you couldn’t do whatever I didn’t like. You could come home at 5:00 am if you wanted to. Just fucking tell me before you leave, you asshole. Or if you didn’t tell me that you’d stay longer before you left, then why wouldn’t you call me or text me. I called you 6 times and texted you 21 times. Not one single reply. I was so worried that some shit happened to you. I don’t ever want you to get fucking hurt, my God.” you said your eyes tearing up but your voice still remains cool. You ruffled your hair. “It’s non of your stupid business to know everything or everywhere I am!” He said louder then before. “It is kinda my business Calum. I don’t need to know where or what you are doing I just need to be informed that you are fine okay?” Your voice a little bit raspy from your teary state. “I honestly don’t want to deal with all your bullshit Calum.” “You know you are such a bitch. Fuck you.”Calum said rolling his eyes.”Fuck off!” You ran to your bedroom, locked the door. That was the last straw. All of the sudden Calum realizes what was happening. He ran to you. You were already in the room so he couldn’t reach you. “Babe I’m so sorry.” “Shut it Calum. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” “I’m really sorry.” That was the last thing he said before leaving and started sleeping on the couch. You silently got your luggage, you started shoving all sorts of clothes and things you would need. You loved Calum, oh you loved him more than you could imagine but you just needed time. You opened the window and silently snuck out of it. You didn’t want to go to your guy bff, Darren bc number 1 Calum would then accuse you of cheating and number 2 he wouldn’t help much tbh.  You were lucky because you girl bff,Taylor lived not so far away from you. You got in your Mercedes and drove to Taylor. While driving you just couldn’t stop crying.

~ 5 minutes, You have arrived there~

You rang her doorbell and knocked on her door since you left your spare keys at home. Still sobbing like insane. You dint look too bad since you didn’t have makeup but you didn’t look so good either. “What the fuck do you fucking need it’s like 4:30 am!” She was still rubbing her eyes so she didn’t know who it was. You were still sobbing pretty hard. “Oh my God y/n,I’m so sorry, come in. What happened?” She asked letting you sit on her couch. “C-Calum and I-I had a big fight a-and I j-just need so-some time. Can I-I please s-sleep here f-for a whi-while ” “Aww babe, of course you can. Go get some rest. Wanna talk about it tomorrow?” She asked sweetly. “Yea-yea th-thanks.” “I’m gonna tell Darren tomorrow morning okay?” She asked. You just nodded your head and went to your room. You 3, including your Darren always had 2 spare rooms for each other, just incase this or something happened. You guys met each other when you were still 4 years old. You 3 were unbreakable, you   forgot to keep in touch till’ now .

~8:450 am The morning after~

“Gosh what have he done” Taylor said waiting for Darren to pick up. After 2 rings he finally picked up. “Hello? Taylor?” “Darren, it’s Y/n. Sh-“ “What happened to her?!?” He cut her off, concerned. “She didn’t get hurt physically, but She and Calum had a huge fight. So, she came here crying.” “That asshole!” “Yea I know but screaming wouldn’t help either. Anyways, can you come over?” “Of coarse anything for you guys.” “Okay thanks, she really needs the 3 of us here with her.” “I’ll be there in 10 mins” “Okay thanks.” Taylor ended the call and started coking some waffles. It was 10:30 am you woke up. You got up and went to the restroom and took a shower. You got out of the shower and put on your makeup. You went down feeling at least a bit better. “Oh you’re awake. I made some waffles.” “Oh cool,thanks.” “I called Dar and he’ll be here soon.” Taylor smiled. Like just on queue Darren walked right in since he had space keys. “Heey girls, you okay?” He asked looking at you. “I’m trying.” “Okay we’ll be here” Taylor answered for him. “Okay, we’ll go shopping to cheer you… and me……up. K? And Darren you have no choice but to go with us.” Taylor smirked. “Ugh I would enjoy but you just make me come because IM THE ONE HOLDING YOUR SHIT.” He said  pissed. You chuckled at his comment. “Whatever. For your best friends.” Taylor smiled hugely. He just rolled his eyes. “Okay I look awesome, Y/nick/n, you look great, Darren, you’re okay.” She joked. “Now lets go to the mall and get some ice cream.” Taylor explained. You rolled your eyes playfully. You got in Darren’s car and went there.

~Calum’s POV~

I got up it was around 11:30 am. I just remembered what happened last night. “God I have to apologize to her. Why did I have to join the boys to the party.” I told myself. I ran to the kitchen and got the keys for the bedroom. She locked me out last night. I ran upstairs to our room. I opened the door. She wasn’t there. I checked our closet, most of her clothes were gone. I noticed that the window was open she must have left through there. “GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE.” I screamed to myself. I changed and instantly got in my car and drove to Darren.

~10 minutes, He arrived there~

I knocked on his door nothing. I noticed everything was closed. “UUGGH THER IN TAYLORS HOUSE!” I got in my car and drove there.

~10 mins, He arrived there~

I rang her doorbell. Nothing. I checked everything was off. “GOD WHERE ARE THEY!” I grabbed my phone and texted Darren and Taylor. ‘Where are you?!?’ I sent that to both of them. I got a text from both of them.

From Darren:Fuck off

From Taylor:Non of your dumb ass business

I texted the Luke and Michael the same thing, ’I’ve lost y/n. Can I come over?’

From Luke: Y/n is also my best friend and told me what happened. Don’t bother coming. Also Michael and I told Ashton. She didn’t do shit to you. Go fix your problem.

From Michael: Pretty sure you got Luke’s text. Theres your answer. You are a huge prick.

I’ve lost my friends and my love. What now.

~ Narrator’s POV~

You 3 just painted the town red. It was still 4:10pm but you decided to go home (Taylor’s flat) “Thanks guys, really. Thank you for everything. I’m really lucky to have you.” “No problem.” taylor said. “I’ll be back tomorrow at probably 10:30am.” “Thanks” You said smiling. You and Taylor hugged him before he left. Wait!” You shouted before he got in his car.  “It’s not yet late, so can you like…drive me to Calum’s?” “Are you sure?” Both of them said looking at each other and back to you. “Yea I guess.” You replied. Calum cried all day. He really fucked up.

~5 mins, you have arrived there~

You were facing the door thinking if you should go talk to him. Taylor and Darren were behind you with concerned faces. Your hand was close to touching the doorbell but not yet. You were shaking. You couldn’t do it, you weren’t brave enough. You run back to Taylor. “I can’t do it. I’m weak.” “Aww Y/n you’re not weak, your just scared of what will happen. We understand.” “Can I stay with you for a few days or weeks.” “Of coarse.” “Let’s go back.” Darren said heading in the car. Calum heard a car engine. He ran to the window he saw Darren’s car about to leave. He opened the door and tried to shout so you could see and hear him. It was to late you were already heading out of the gate. “Why is it like this!” Calum sobbed harder. Since you left Calum has been depressed. Started cutting. He hasn’t been……him?

A/N: Part 2? :) I need at least 1 person to tell me if I should do part 2.

The Binding- Bound Forever

The first portion of this chapter was cut for Tumblr.  You can read it on Ao3 (its some very soft porn) Also sorry this chapter took so long to come out!  I had a hard time getting my words together.  Hope it was worth the wait!

When word spread that Dipper had woken up the town decided to throw a party in the new community center.  Dipper was very happy to see the changes that were made to the old church.  The pews were gone, the old library was now lined with tables for buffets, they knocked down a wall downstairs to make a huge playroom for kids.  

Everything was perfect.

The town was happy and at peace, he could feel Bill again, kids were wanting to learn magic, to learn about creatures, his family was together again.

He was pretty sure nothing could be better.

“Dipper, Blubs and I have something for you.”  Deputy Durland slid up beside him as the ‘we’re glad you’re awake!’ party started to wind down.  “Its at the station.”

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