there’s truly nothing I understand about this entire situation. all I know is that the people who have been hating on Super Junior probably got what they wanted. pushing Sungmin into a corner & letting your petty grievances and self centered hate consume you till the point that you’re making him apologize for nothing. to the point where he felt like backing out was the best for Super Junior. because y’all decided that YOUR selfish (and entirely unreasonable) demands triumphed his personal choices; choices, might I add, that has nothing to do with you. to all those who are happy with the decision Sungmin made today, may I be so bold as to ask, how is your conscience feeling?
Confession: I am sitting here laughing so hard at my own fucking nonsense that I am gonna have to compose myself before writing a rambly artist note.
Will you even look at this.
Okay, so: This was a gag gift, you know it was a gag gift, obviously a very well-thought out one that took some planning, but the person who gave it was apparently unaware that while you can take the man out of Iowa, you cannot take the Iowa out of the man. Even if you manage to surgically excise every trace of Midwest, you’d STILL have someone who used to wear a purple miniskirt to work.
Last statement here is that if you’re new enough to Hawkeye that you don’t recognise the GOSH I LOVE ARROWS thing, I am going to give you the pleasure of Googe-Image-Searching it yourself. Enjoy! You’ve picked the right Avenger to love, you really have.
“Where’s daddy Xiumin?” I wonder after we are all settled in the van.
Kris has me cocooned in his arms as he rocks me gently.
“He is in a very bad mood so we decided to let him rest for awhile. He
would be even more mad that we came and got you without him,” Kris chuckles
“What did Jiyong hyung mean about your nightmare?” Luhan asks from where
he sits next to us.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now, can we do it in the morning?” I
mumble before snuggling deeper into Kris’s embrace.
They sigh but nod.
The drive home is quiet after that but I can tell they are itching to
find out what my dream was about. I just don’t know how to talk about it
without letting them know that I over heard their entire conversation with
Jiyong’s people. That will only lead to more trouble and fights I don’t want to
even think about right now. They would probably ban me from going anywhere near
Jiyong and after our little confession I doubt he would take that without a
fight. I really don’t want to start a fight right now.
But that is exactly what I do the moment I say I want to sleep with Luhan
instead of Kris. The giant is fuming when he has to hand me over to the smaller
deer man. I don’t talk to any of the others, I can’t even get myself to look at
most of them, especially Chanyeol. I know it was a dream the image in my head
of him coming towards me with that pliers in his hand was way too vivid, I
shutter at the thought. Luhan tightens his grip on me as he lies down in the
bed. He pulls the covers over us and snuggles me so close that nothing could
get in between us.
He’s humming some song, it calms the anxiety in my chest a little bit
thankfully. His hand rubs my back slowly, trying to sooth me back to sleep but
right now, that’s the last thing I want to do. I don’t want to wake back up in
that hell hole, that dungeon. But I
doubt Luhan would let me just stay up without expecting me to explain my
nightmare to him and that’s just a no go too. I’m planning on pushing that off
until I have no other options and just like that, I have another option.
“Daddy,” I mumble softly into his neck.
“Yes baby?” He hums.
I’m hesitant not wanting to sound so forward but how to ask, “Can you
He’s quiet for a minute, “Baby, I do love you.”
“I love you too but that’s not what I mean.” He doesn’t respond and I can
sense his confusion. Shyly I begin kissing his neck, he stiffens at my touch
but only for a second before I start leaving small hickies on his collar bone.
Only the sound of his quiet pants and soft moan can be heard in the room as I
kiss my way back up his neck to leave a line across his jaw. When I finally
reach his lips I stop with our lips barely touching and look into his eyes. His
black orbs burn into mine.
“Baby,” He purrs.
“I want you to love me daddy, please,” I let the neediness and
desperation I’m feeling seep into my voice, hoping it works.
Suddenly I’m on bottom and Luhan has his hips pressed hard against mine
in just as much neediness, “Baby, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear
you say that.” His lips ghost over mine, “I’ve missed you so much. That bastard
is never getting you for that long ever again. You’re ours, no one else. Say
it,” He growls.
“I’m yours, only yours,” I whimper.
“Damn right,” He smiles before smashing his lips against mine, he devours
me for what feels like forever as his hips grind against mine, teasing me. I
feel myself getting wet at his words, I love his possessiveness, I need all of
this right. I need his reassurance and attention and his love. He is very
willing to give me all of that, his slow pace makes sure he can kiss every part
of my face until I’m pink in face.
When he pulls away I frown but only for a second before he’s in my grasp
again, this time without a shirt. His skin is hot beneath my finger tips, I run
my hands down his chest until my finger tips graze hem of his sweat pants
making me frown. I look up at him with the same pout making him chuckle.
“What’s wrong baby?” He pecks my lips softly.
“Too much clothing,” I whine.
“I could the same about you,” He tugs on the over sized shirt that
belongs to him. Without any hesitation I shed the shirt and throw it on the
floor leaving me in my bra and underwear. I pull him closer wanting to feel his
skin against mine. “Are you okay baby? You seem different, is something wrong?”
He wonders as he brushes my hair out of my face.
I shake my head a bit to quickly, “I just missed you, I want you.”
That seems to be all he needs to forget about his questions and continue
shedding his clothes and mine until we are both completely naked. The moment my
bra is gone his hands are there to replace it, cupping them gently. His expert
hands massage them before leaning down to kiss each nipple, earning a small
moan from me. It feels so good to have his fingers trail over the little buds
but I don’t want foreplay, I want him so much right now.
When he starts trailing kisses down my stomach I stop him, holding his
face in my hands I lead him back up my body and kiss him passionately. He pulls
away confused but I stop his questions by wrapping my legs around his waist,
hoping that is a big enough hint.
“So needy tonight aren’t you?” He teases. He holds me close as he lines
himself at my entrance. I take a deep breath and try to relax right before he
thrusts himself fully into me. We both moan out, his face is in the crook of my
neck masking his but mine is let out into the room, echoing off the walls. “You
take me so good baby,” He says almost proudly, leaving kisses along my throat, “you’re
always so tight and hot, oh my fucking god.”
“Daddy, move,” I groan with a little thrust of my hips. He growls and
pushes me deeper into the bed so I can’t move at all. Those dark eyes of him pierce
into my soul making me feel so small and helpless just like he wants.
“What was that baby?” His tone is warning me that my next words are
“Daddy, please move,” I beg.
“Since you asked so nicely, who am I to say no,” He kisses me as his hips
move in a circle a few times before pulling out to just slam back in. My walls
clench around him trying to hold him in with no luck. He continues his teasing
pace of thrusting and grinding his skilled hip against mine. The knot in my
belly begins to coil tighter with each thrust of those fucking hips but I know
from experience I won’t be able to cum from his lazy thrust. He trying to make
it last longer and I appreciate that. But as much as I don’t want to sleep I
can’t stand his teasing hips either. I nearly scream when he hits me just
right, hit my most sensitive place. A grin spreads across his face as he does
it again and again until I’m a moaning mess beneath him. His end is coming as
well, his thrusts become more and more erratic and his knuckles turn white from
holding the sheets too tight.
The world seems to stop as we both hold each other tighter as our
climaxes rock thru us. I honestly feel like it’s just him and I in the world,
his eyes are locked with mine as we rock our hips together, riding out the rest
of our orgasm. But even after that when he tries to pull out I hold him closer
and ask, more like beg, him to just stay.
“If that’s what you want,” He hums as he positions us more comfortably
with me on top straddling his hips. “Now tell me baby, what is really wrong?
You seem different.”
I snuggle deeper into his embrace, “Bad different?”
“No, you look so small, so needy, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love
it but what made you like that?”
“Nothing,” I lie, “I’m just tired of being big and brave. I just want to
be little right now. Is that okay?”
I can tell he doesn’t by it but he loves my answer too much to question
it, “Of course that’s okay. Your daddies will be here to be brave for you.”
“Thank you daddy.”
“I’m going to kill you!”
I shot up in bed, my heart is racing in my chest as I scramble to my feet
to run. But the minute I’m able to stand on the bed I’m being pulled back down
by someone, I’m in too much of a panic to figure it out. I’m pinned down on the
bed with my hands on either side of my head trying and failing to get out of
this person’s grip. My eyes are closed tight but tears still manage to pour
down my cheeks.
“I’m not going back!” I finally scream when I finally find my voice.
“I’ll be a good girl! Just don’t put me back in the dungeon, please!”
“What the hell is going on?” The same voice yells.
“Hyung,” Another voice snaps back with a softer tone, “Yelling isn’t
“Baby,” A third voice coos sweetly from above me. “It’s okay Baby, we’ve
got you, you aren’t going anywhere.” I stop for a second and let the gentle
voice sink in and then remember that I’m not in the dungeon. I’m at home in
Luhan’s arms. With a deep breath I open my eyes to find not only Luhan hovering
over me but Suho and Xiumin sitting on either side of the bed. When I stop
moving Luhan lets go of my wrists and strokes my cheek gently. “Good morning
I sniffle and wipe away the stray tears left in my eyes, “I’m so sorry
daddy, I was just so scared, I’m sorry!”
“Hush now baby, you have no reason to apologize, Xiumin hyung is the one
who should be saying sorry,” His tone gets a little hostile at the end as he
gives his hyung a glare. The older barely acknowledges him, his eyes are
focused on me.
“What were you saying about the dungeon?” He asks softly but I know he
hates when I mention it.
“I had a nightmare last night that I was in the dungeon and you were
going to kill me,” I answer meekly, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to lie to
“So Hyung busting in yelling that he was going to kill Luhan hyung
probably didn’t help,” Suho joins in glaring at the oldest.
“What the hell were you going to kill me for?” Luhan asks.
Xiumin huffs, “Why did no one tell me she was back and that she
specifically asked for me before settling for you?”
“You were way too busy and crabby we were afraid to even go near your
door let alone knock on it.”
“Is she awake?” A cute voice wonders as he joins us on the bed, Sehun
smile drops at the sight of my probably pink eyes and small pout. “Who the fuck
made her cry?”
“Shut up,” Xiumin pushes the youngest off the bed.
“She had a nightmare,” Suho answers.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I lie as I sit up, Luhan sits back still straddling me.
“Are you sure?” They all ask in unison.
I nod, “It’s just some silly little nightmare, it’s no big deal.”
“You were crying in your sleep, it seems like a big deal.”
“Well it’s not! Can we just not talk about it?” I snap.
Can I request a colorblind soulmate au with spencer please ??? ? (basically everyone is colorblind until they touch/see/whatever their soulmate) I’ll leave the details for you :)
Oh, this sound fun! I can definitely do this. Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!
The sunlight hurt. As someone grasped your arm and led you towards a big…thing…you felt their grasp tighten as you tried to scurry away.
Everything was behind you. Your bed. Your clothes. Your books.
“Mom!” you shriek as you try to wrench away from the grasp that you had by the arm.
“It’s alright. It’s ok. You’re safe,” a low voice coos as you are turned around. You were face to face with a tall, strong, dark man, and it frightened you.
He was a…darker color than your mom.
Did people come darker?
Your eyes widened in fright as his eyes flooded with worry.
“Come on. Let’s get you somewhere where you can clean up,” he coos as he turns to guide you towards the big…thing.
“No! No, please!” you scream as you try to get away. You kick and you thrash. You bite down with your teeth as the man that was holding you cries out in pain. You try to run away, back to the house that had held you close your entire life.
But when you looked up to the porch, you saw it.
Your mother and father laying on the porch.
“Mommy!?” you shriek as you go to run to her.
But someone throws their arms around you and picks you up off of your feet.
“She was hard to bring in,” Morgan murmurs as he presses alcohol wipes to the skin you broke with your teeth. “Hotch had to thrown his arms around her and lift her into the SUV.”
“That means she probably won’t be comfortable with either of you interviewing her,” Spencer rattles off.
“I don’t think she’ll be comfortable with anyone,” Prentiss emphasizes as she comes from around the corner.
Her eye was pretty swollen.
“She packs a hard punch,” Emily murmurs.
“She’s frightened. Try not to take it seriously, she’s been locked up in that house for 28 years. Never been to school. I-I-I’m honestly surprised she speaks as well as she does. As far as we know, she’s never seen her front yard. She was probably just scared of all of the new stimuli hitting her at once.”
“Then you should probably be the one to interview her,” Rossi stepped forward.
“Yeah, you seem to be the most sensitive towards her right now,” J.J. offers.
“Are we even aware of how much she knows?” Spencer asks.
“No clue,” Hotch murmurs as he presses an ice pack against the side of his jaw.
“Good luck,” J.J. sighs as Spencer looks back at the door that housed you behind it.
“Yeah, she’s right behind the green one,” J.J. points before wincing at her words.
It was hard for Spencer, being on a team who had all had their sights restored by that one person in their life.
Spencer had yet to see what green was.
“I mean, the one all the way at the end of the…hallway…” J.J. corrects.
“I know. Thanks, J.J.,” Spencer croaks out as he begins walking down the hallway.
The chair you were sitting in was cold and hard. It was comforting, being reminded of home in such a foreign place. You rested your cheek on the table as you closed your eyes and sniffed hard. The unforgiving surface reminded you of your own bed.
All you needed was a wool blanket and you could go back to sleep and dream of the only place you’d known.
Dream of the only people you’d known…
But the door opened and you jumped, causing you to curl into into your seat as you draw your legs to your chest and bury your face in your knees.
You heard a chair pull out as someone sat down in front of you.
“Y/N?” you hear a light voice say.
You hadn’t heard this voice yet.
It wasn’t harsh, or gruff, or angry. It wasn’t intentionally soothing, or ornery, or fed up.
It was soft.
“Y/N. Do you know why you’re here?” the voice asked.
The voice was a boy.
But not a little boy.
A grown boy.
Like you were a grown girl.
“I think…” you begin.
“It’s alright,” Spencer coos as he leans lightly towards you.
“Is it because I didn’t go to school?” you asked lightly.
Spencer was even shocked that you knew what that was.
“Do you know what school is?” Spencer asked.
“Of course I know what school is,” you spit, “it’s where you go to learn all the stuff I don’t know.”
You felt tears burning behind your eyes as you sniffle and bury your face deeper, muffling your voice.
“I’m sure you know a lot of things,” Spencer smiles as he continues to look at you.
He kept blinking his eyes. It was like something was trying to impede on the corners of his vision.
“Am I here because I’m not supposed to know what sex is yet?” you ask lightly.
But Spencer was struggling to hear you.
“What was that?” he asks as he leans forward more.
“I said,” you begin in anger as you whip your head up.
And when your eyes connect with Spencer’s, your vision bursts as your eyes widen in horror. You spring from your chair as the walls flood with flowing things and your hands brighten before your eyes. You look back up in fear at the man sitting in absolute shock at the table as you watch his suit dance with things you’ve never seen before.
What was happening?
Where was all the dark?
“What did you do?” you whisper as your back hits a wall.
You whip around, your Y/C/H flying across your face as you take it between your fingers and watch it drip with something you’ve never seen before.
And Spencer was rooted to his chair in silence.
He had studied everything on colors. Tonal scales and gradient fades. Why they appear the way they do and memorized their order on a rainbow he couldn’t see.
And then you had looked up at him.
You, the victim of a man who had hidden you from the world.
You, the daughter of a child slayer who had made you clean his bloodied utensils night after night after night.
You were his soulmate.
“What?” he breathed as tears rose to his eyes.
But as he was rooted in shock, you were seeing a reflection of your face in a broken mirror on the wall for the very first time in your life.
You saw all of the bumps and dark spots and dark crusty things lining the things you spoke with. You had no names for them, but as you looked at Spencer’s face in the reflection before focusing back on yours, you knew that your face wasn’t supposed to look the way it did.
And you crumbled to the floor and cried.
Spencer got up from his chair and rushed to your side. He wrapped his long, strong arms around you as he pulled you close, and you struggled and struggled before giving up and sobbing into him.
“Daddy always told me every night, after he would rock me to sleep, that I had to keep telling mommy that I didn’t know about sex,” you cried as he held you tighter and tighter.
Spencer felt anger boil in his stomach.
You didn’t mean rocking as in physical rocking.
You meant rocking as in rocking into you.
And the thought made him sick.
Hotch barged into the room, but before he opened his mouth, he looked into the wide, confused, and relieved eyes of his colleague.
And he knew exactly what had happened.
“I see it,” he whispers as he begins rubbing his hand lovingly up and down your back.
Request: Hiii 💕 Can you please do the prompts 124, 126, 133, 144 and 150 with Theo Raeken? Thank you very much ❤
Prompt(s): 124) “I’m so sore from the gym” “that’s not the only reason why you’re sore” 126) “more kissing and less talking” 133) “we’d make a cute couple” “for once, I actually agree with you” 144) “you’ll have to sit on my lap” 150) “I don’t care what you did, everyone deserves a happy ending, including you”
Warning(s): sexual comments, bad words
I arrived at Scott’s house for a pack meeting five minutes late due to slow drivers.
I entered his house and looked around for an open spot but the seats on the couch were occupied.
I sighed and went to sit on the floor but Scott stopped me, “(Y/N), I don’t want you to sit on the floor” and I knew he was being sweet so I stood up and felt someone pull me down onto their lap.
I let out a squeal and turned, I was face-to-face with Theo, “You’ll have to sit on my lap” he smiled and I let it be.
After the meeting, I drove to the gym and caught up with Theo, who was waiting for me, “Ready for the workout?” He questioned.
“Ready” I confirmed.
Working out with Theo was great but also it was complete hell, but it was only my second day working out with him so my body wasn’t used to it.
I winced as I put my stuff down and Theo was behind me, “You okay?” He questions, “I’m so sore from the gym” I explained, I saw Theo smirk, “That’s not the only reason why you’re sore”.
“Fuck off” I groaned.
Theo chuckled, “Can I be honest?”.
“Go for it” I said while waving my hand in a ‘go on’ way.
“I’ve enjoyed being around you for the past few days and I’m starting to develop a crush on you” Theo confessed.
I turned around quickly to face him, “Really?” I was completely baffled.
“Yes, I mean I know we don’t always agree with each other all the time, but I’m being serious” Theo replied.
“We’d make a cute couple” I admitted, Theo smiled, “For once, I actually agree with you”.
I walked closer to Theo and put my hand behind his head and pull him towards my face as I plant a gentle kiss on his lips.
Theo kissed back and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulls me closer.
We pull away to breathe and Theo speaks, “Are you sure you want to be with me? I’ve lied before and hurt you, Scott, and the rest. I was a terrible person and maybe I don’t deserve you” Theo rambled.
“Yes, I’m sure” I replied and paused, “I don’t care what you did, everyone deserves a happy ending, including you” I continued and he smiles.
“I’m lucky. Now, more kissing and less talking” Theo grumbles as he pulls me back in for a kiss.
Prompt: “We’re in the middle of battle right now what are you doing. oh no what are you- HOE DONT DO IT” “[takes hit meant for another person]” “oh my God” au
Summary: You make a risky move during the Battle of Manhattan.
Author’s Note: Another Percy imagine for all you babes!
“Ugh!” You groaned, wiping golden dust of her face. It was the day everyone had been dreading, Percy’s 16th birthday. Unlike some people, you held no resentment towards Percy. It wasn’t his fault.
You gritted your teeth, swinging your sword at an Empousa, making it burst with a cloud of golden dust. You quickly glanced around you. Everyone seemed to be nearly outnumbered. You turned your head to the left and saw Percy taking out a Laistrygonian Giant.
You smiled tiredly, turning your attention back to the battle. It was no secret you really liked Percy but Annabeth had told you that they kissed in the Labyrinth. You were really jealous but at the same time, you couldn’t be. Annabeth didn’t know.
The next few minutes were a blur of swinging swords, gold dust, and various roars and screams from both sides of the battle. You panted heavily, having taken a couple hits and scratches. You mouth tasted like metal. Probably because of your busted lip, you thought to yourself.
Your eyes widened as more and more monsters stomped through the streets. It was as if they were multiplying. “(Y/N)!” Annabeth yelled. You spun around, just in time to see Annabeth stabbed a monster that was sneaking up on you. “Thank you.” You managed a weary smile.
You turned back to the battle, feeling Annabeth standing with you back to back. You heard Annabeth gasp and you turned your head. Your eyes widened in horror. Percy was fighting off a cluster of empousai but wasn’t noticing the Manticore sneaking up behind him.
“Schist!” Annabeth cursed as 2 Laistrygonian giants circled her, separating the you. The manticore raised its deadly, spiky tail, ready to strike Percy. You made a split second decision and sprint over to Percy, blocking him and bracing yourself.
“(Y/N)!” You heard Annabeth scream. A sharp pain hit you on the right side of your midsection followed by the most intense burning you had ever felt. You heard yourself screaming but couldn’t feel it. All you could feel was the immense pain in your midsection.
Your vision started to blur as muffled screams echoed around you. You stumbled backwards as your vision faded to black.
You felt yourself being lifted and being jostled around, making your entire body hurt. You felt like you had been stepped on by a giant. What happened? Oh yeah, manticore. You would do it again for Percy. You felt yourself being gently dropped onto a bed.
You heard paper ripping and the smell of alcohol and ambrosia filled your nostrils. I’m in the infirmary, thank the Gods, you thought. You felt your shirt being pushed up, making you very uncomfortable.
You tried to raise your hands to show you were awake but you found you couldn’t move. It was like all of your limbs were asleep. You started to panic, feeling hands on your bare abdomen, getting dangerously close to your wound.
You weren’t stupid, you knew what was about to happen. You were gonna die if they didn’t get the spike out. I hope Annabeth and Percy are okay, were your last thoughts before the spike was quickly yanked out.
You let out an earth shattering shriek and thrashed around with more energy than you thought you would’ve had. Multiple hands tried to hold you down. Finally, your body stilled and you heard and felt no more.
You blinked slowly, sunshine blinding you . "Here I got it.” Someone said, pulling down the blinds. You rubbed her eyes, fully opening them. You opened your mouth to ask something but was cut off by painful, dry coughing.
“Oh! Here.” It was Percy who carefully handed you a glass of water. While drinking, you glanced around the room. It certainly didn’t look like the end of the world outside and Percy was still alive…
“Better?” Percy asked, taking the glass away. You nodded, hissing in pain as she sat up, minding the thick bandage around your midsection. You truly were Athena’s child, you had so many questions. “Where’s Annabeth?” You croaked out, voice rough from screaming.
“She’s mourning.” Percy answered somberly. You furrowed your brows. “Luke sacrificed himself. He’s the reason we won. Barely a victory though.” Percy scoffed bitterly. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You and Luke weren’t close friends but it still hurt knowing he was gone.
You looked out of the other window. You heard the birds chirping. So many lives lost, so many injured and hurting. You turned back to Percy who was sitting down next to your bed, staring at the ground with a pained expression. “What’s wrong?” You asked.
Percy was silent for a few moments. “It’s all my fault.” He muttered. “Why you’re hurt, why Luke and all the others are dead…” He trailed. “You can’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault.” You told him.
You winced as you turned yourself and wrapped your arms around him. He tensed for a few moments before wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulders. It was gonna take some time. It wouldn’t be the same again but being close to Percy, feeling his tight embrace and the warmth of his breath, it was going to be okay.
You pulled away, smiling sadly at Percy. “Thanks. I think I needed that.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah.” You agreed. It was silent for a few moments. “I’m gonna go and tell Annabeth you’re awake, ok? She’s been worried.” Percy told you, standing up.
“Ok. Thank you, Percy.” You smiled warmly at him. He nodded at you and turned to walk away but paused. You were about to question him when he bent down, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before speed walking out of the tent, red as a tomato.
You froze, wide eyed and cupped your cheek. You grinned and shook your head, leaning back against your pillows. It’ll be hard but with Percy, it’ll be a little bit easier.
Prompt: ANONYMOUS: Request for hamilsquad x reader where one of them meets the reader at a coffee shop and kinda flirts with her asking her out and then tells her about the open relation ship a few weeks into there relationship and asked them if they would like to join them and the reader is really shy and has horrible social anxiety and is really worried about messing everything up (because this is aka me 24/7)
Pairing: Mostly John Laurens X Reader, but also Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader
TW: angst, drama, mild swearing, mentions of bigotry and intolerance, drama, self depreciating thoughts, social anxiety
A/N: Hey guys! I’m really excited about this piece! I’m sorry for any typos; I pulled an all nighter to write this, so my brain is a bit fuzzy. I really hope y'all enjoy this! I did my best! If you want me to tag anything, please let me know! I want you to feel safe when reading my work! I love y'all so much!!!! Please enjoy!
Word Count: 10755
You liked to live by your aesthetics. You went to used book stores downtown, took polaroids of old buildings, went out of your way to a quaint little coffee shop for the feel of it. After you had gone to the bookshop, it was a habit of yours to go to the coffee shop, buy a warm drink, and read your book at a table near the window. You usually made the trip on a rainy day, for the aesthetic. You used old Polaroids as bookmarks and you wrote comments or thoughts in the margins of your book with a pink pen. The light chatter of background noise was soothing as you reread one of the Jane Austen’s. It was your first copy, therefore the most beaten up. You had always been a romantic, probably for the aesthetic. Which came first? Did your aesthetics extend from your romanticism, or did the romanticism stem from your aesthetics? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you loved the idea of love.
You were deeply engrossed in your book when you heard the sound of the chair across from you being pulled out. Someone sat down, but you buried your nose in the book. What would Elizabeth do? Would she accept Mr. Darcy’s love? Of course, you knew the answer, but you read the book each time like you had no idea. You just hoped that your guest would get the hint and leave you to read.
“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re reading Pride and Prejudice,” a smooth voice commented, and you glanced up at the boy. Your breath caught when you saw how cute he was with his curls and freckles. You almost shoved your nose into the spine of the book in nervousness. You knew you should probably say something, but you didn’t wanna mess it up. What if you accidentally offended him?
“Um, Yeah?” You managed to squeak out, and the guy smiled. He leaned closer, as if to get a peak at your face, but you were quick to bring the book back up. You fiddled with one of your polaroids to calm yourself.
“I think Mr. Darcy is a pompous prick that nowhere near deserves someone as well thought and versed as Elizabeth,” the boy stated bravely, and your switch flipped. You didn’t know how to talk to strangers about the weather, but you knew how to talk books, especially if you were defending one of your favorite romances.
Summary: Seven supernatural beings are captured and imprisoned in the governments’ most secure and secretive department. The eighth is on the loose and agents are hot on his tail. What they don’t know is that there’s a ninth member that has never appeared in any records, and you are in charge of finding him.
Summary: Betty baits Jughead into going full dark, no stars. Real dark. Real kinky. Real consensual. You’ve been warned. (Part 3 of The Beast Within)
A/N: As with all the fics in this series, Jughead is v. dark and creepy. Only here, Betty’s the one to draw it out of him. I want to put a warning label as long as my arm on this thing, but I trust you all to know that this is fiction and not to judge me. Don’t read if you’re at all squicked out by violent sex or BDSM.
Y’all I edited this on the plane yesterday and my heart was pounding so hard the whole time, afraid someone could read my computer screen.
And most importantly, happiest of birthdays @jandjsalmon. I would not be here, and this dark Juggie would not exist, if not for you. Hopefully this fic doesn’t go too far.
“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.”—Mark Twain
Betty leans over the pool table, scissoring her legs to give her the leverage to hit the ball on the far side. It doesn’t help that she’s got a leather skirt the size of a band aid covering her ass. She scratches.
The large tattooed man she’s playing with — Gator — gives her a condescending smile before smoothly sinking his last ball. She hasn’t seen him before tonight. Probably a trucker passing through. They come in sometimes. But a Serpent wouldn’t do for her plan to work.
“That’s alright, sweetheart. Why won’t you take this twenty and go get us another round of drinks while I re-rack.” He holds the folded bill between his index and middle fingers, making her come up close to him to reach it. His eyes slide down to her cleavage, on full display in the sleeveless blue button-up she’s tied just above her belly button.
“My pleasure.” She smirks at him, pressing her shoulders back as she turns.
As she crosses the room to the bar, she feels the eyes of the Serpents on her. Not the way they usually are, quick glances that bounce off of her like snowflakes, as if they’re afraid Jughead will catch them looking. He’d lost control once and now the guys give him a wide berth. The Serpent Prince had earned his name.
But Jughead’s not here now. Some use it as an excuse to drink her in, staring until she has to steel herself not to flinch under their eyes. Others look concerned, worried for the peppy blonde girl, so clearly out of her depth in a biker bar. Still others’ stares are hard and accusatory. Reminding her that they’ve never trusted her, daring her to get herself into trouble without Jughead here to bail her out.
That’s what she’s waiting for. For Jughead to catch her. He should have been here half an hour ago.
After the Chuck incident, she tried to put a lid on Dark Betty. But the more she tried to confine her, the better she got at escaping.
That is, until one day she found Jughead’s journals. With FP still in jail awaiting trial, the trailer became their safe space, their sanctuary. Every afternoon she could get away, every weekend day her mother would spare, Betty would rush to the trailer, and Jughead would be there waiting. Sometimes they just did homework, or watched TV, or talked. Passing their burdens back and forth. Often she would cook for him, and they would pretend they were somewhere far away, spinning castles in the air, dreaming of a new life. But they were still teenagers, hormones and all. In that trailer, Betty learned how to please him. And she learned how she liked to be touched.
On a cold afternoon in early November, Betty laid on Jughead’s childhood bed, watching his hands run all over her, watching him memorize her body.
Watching him shoot nervous glances toward the bookshelf beside his bed. She craned her neck to see what he was looking at.
It was a little dark blue journal, much like her own pink one, with the corner of a photo peaking out between its pages. She leaned up and grabbed it before he could stop her.
The photo was of her. Of her sleeping. And it had been taken by someone inside her bedroom. She lay splayed on her stomach, the blankets pulled down to her calves. Betty could see the curve of one of her ass cheeks peaking out of the cheer shorts she slept in. She normally put her hair in a messy bun before bed, but in the photo someone had pulled it down and fanned it across her pillow.
She remembered that night, a few weeks prior—she tried not to sleep in her cheer shorts, always wanted to wash off the sweat from practice before bed. But that night Cheryl had kept them late and she was so tired by the time she got home, ate dinner, finished her homework, that she’d crashed. And then she’d been so confused when she woke in the morning and her hair tie was on the nightstand beside her.
She should have felt repulsed. She should have felt scared. Her sweet, gentle, caring boyfriend was sneaking into her bedroom at night to manipulate her body like a doll and take her picture.
Instead, she felt excited. She glanced up at Jughead. He looked trapped, like she’d backed him into a corner. His eyes kept flicking from her face to the door.
“Turnabout’s fair play, right? I mean, you read mine.” He swallowed and nodded. She reached out to grab his hand with one of her own and eagerly turned the pages. Eventually, she got so absorbed, she drew her hand back so she could flip through his entries more quickly.
This journal was relatively new—the first entry dated from July. He talked of his lonely summer without her, and without Archie. Of going days only talking to Pop and to himself in his writing. He wrote of his anger, of something within his chest he struggled to control. He wrote of stalking her. Of breaking into her room when she was there and when she wasn’t. Of the things he secretly longed to do to her.
As she read, Betty felt a weight lifting off of her. Jughead knew some of her darkness. She thought she knew all of his. She was wrong.
He had curled in on himself while she scanned the pages, his elbows resting on his thighs. He chewed on the corner of his thumbnail and avoided all her attempts to catch his eyes.
So she placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back until she could swing a leg on either side of his hips. She kissed him with a hunger she hadn’t realized she’d been repressing.
That was the day she discovered how to control Dark Betty. Or, rather, that Jughead could control Dark Betty. A regular diet of Jughead’s obsession and his depredation and the fugue states stopped. Her anger stayed in its box and her nails stayed out of her palms.
But Dark Betty escaped today. Betty remembers why she’s here, remembers the process of getting ready and driving here, the steps she laid out ahead of time. She just doesn’t remember making the decision to come. Or the decision to delete the draft of Jughead’s novel off his laptop.
They work because their darkness balances. Like the controlled release of a bomb. But Jughead has been slacking on his responsibilities. Apparently, Dark Betty had decided to remind him. They’d both been so busy lately, Jughead hadn’t had time for anything more than a quick fuck late at night before they both fell into bed, exhausted. And she needed him. She couldn’t control the darkness inside herself without him. She thought they had that in common, that they were equals in that way.
She’s worried that maybe now he wants them to be normal. Well, she was trying to be normal for him. Dark Betty wouldn’t let her.
When she returns with the beers, she watches him take a long pull out of his as she places hers on the windowsill behind her.
“So what brings you to Riverdale,” she swallows, “Gator?”
“Doin’ a long haul job, Orlando to Montreal. Gotta get them oranges up to the Canucks.” He smiles, and she can see a silver cap on one of his molars.
They play another game, during which he grows increasingly bold. He offers to help her correct her stance, the way she holds her stick, and when he passes behind her, his hand grazes her ass. He smells like stale beer and unshowered male. Both odors, she surmises, are accurate.
“What do you say we take a break? Maybe grab a drink and get to know each other a little better?”
Betty’s heart sinks into her stomach. The clock’s run out and Jughead didn’t show. But she tries to smile, tries to seem like nothing’s wrong. “Sure. Why don’t you find a table while I run to the ladies’ room?”
She grabs her purse and makes a beeline for the dark hallway behind the bar. She swallows the tears that threaten and gets ready to call Jughead and tell him what she did.
As she passes a doorway, someone grabs her wrist and yanks her inside. Whoever it is presses her face against the door and twists her arm up behind her back until she winces. A blanket of fear alights on her stomach. Maybe she went too far. Maybe one of the Serpents…
When he speaks, every bone inside her melts. “Sometimes I think you have a death wish.”
His voice is rough in her ear and it send shivers down her spine. “I’ve been watching you. You were so distracted by your new boy toy, you didn’t even notice me across the bar when you got that drink. Tut tut.” He lets go of her and she turns around.
“You’ve been here that long? And you waited?” Before she knows what she’s doing, she slaps him. “You sick fuck.”
He smiles but it’s foreign on his face. Not the way he usually looks at her. Lethal. “That was a mistake, little girl.”
I was watching Transformers Prime again and I kept noticing how Soundwave would project live security footage or computer screens on his mask and people (mostly Megatron) would just stare into his mask and watch. It got me thinking: do you think he’s ever tried to show something to someone something, but the image was too small and too far away, so they grabbed the sides of his face and tilted it so they could see better? Maybe someone pulls him down a bit because they’re short, or a tall person gently tilts his chin up, or someone gets literally in his face because they can’t see the tiny details otherwise?
(How awkward would that be, especially if he has a face behind the mask and can see them through the projection?)
Someone took a shit in the hallway today. We have three floors, and on the second floor we have the main area- the pit. It’s where everyone hangs out and the staircase connecting it to the third floor is the busiest place in the entire school. Someone literally pulled down their pants and took a shit at the top of the staircase. What makes it worst is that it got everywhere, and people were stepping it. I guess you could say WHS had a pretty shitty Valentine’s Day.
A/N: it’s been long since i wrote a short story and tbh im glad some of yall actually read the previous few i posted and im very thankful but please do request for anymore scenarios or storylines because i can hardly think of anymore and i need people to help me and save this blog so thanks !! on a side note , i’ve been feeling really snappy and upset these few days so i guess it explains why i came up with this storyline , i apologise in advance if it isnt good or interesting but also i hope you enjoy reading too !
Everything was quiet and the atmosphere turned into suspense and tension . The sound of traffic and cars could be heard clearly from beneath the apartment that both of you owned-
at least for now.
The sound of the sofa creaking caused you to turn your head as you stared at him with your bloodshot eyes . His frown and clenched up fist told you that he was feeling the same way as you , and both of you had no plans to calm down .
Letting out a frustrated groan , you heard him mumble something under his breath . Raising your eyebrows , you crossed your arms across your chest and scoffed .
“ What did you just say ? ”
“ Nothing , you don’t need to know. ”
His cold reply sent chills down your spine as you had never heard him speak in that tone before . The cute , funny and romantic yuta was long gone , and you missed him dearly . But yet , it only seemed to get worse day by day , until you couldnt take it anymore so you decided to settle everything just a few moments ago .
Fame , popularity and money got to him . You remember seeing him coming back home one day bragging and sharing with you how successful his soccer team was and how much he earned just by playing in a single game . Hugging him closely , you were happy for him and proud that he could finally do what he wanted and love , and you wanted him to achieve more .
But who knew it was totally wrong to think of that
He became greedy , participating in different competitions and becoming a professional instructor to teach many other school teams . He hardly went back home , ignoring your calls and messages and often went home just to sleep and disappearing the next day again , not saying a single word to you .
Both of you grew further apart , becoming more distant . Although staying under the same roof , your hearts weren’t together anymore like how it used to be , you felt rejected . You missed cuddling in his arms and watching movies together , attempting to cook together without burning the kitchen down and sharing inside jokes with each other .
All of these were long gone , and you had to deal with it for 3 months .
You became tired of the relationship , feeling like you were the only one contributing and giving . He of course wasn’t aware , because he was too caught up with his own things . You couldn’t take it anymore , you needed a getaway .
Going on different dates and making out or hooking up with different guys , you lied to them that you didnt have a boyfriend . You needed affection and love , and yuta wasnt giving you any more so you were left with no choice . It felt good , but the emptiness was still there , as the warm and fuzzy feeling wasn’t there ,
the one you constantly felt when yuta expressed his love to you.
Sooner or later , you figured out yuta had found out as he stopped going home for a few days and even when he did , both of you slept in different rooms . But yet , he did not do anything . He didn’t stop you and talked to you about it . It was like as if he didn’t care anymore .
Were the both of you still a couple ?
You gave up , you didn’t want to try anymore.
“ I think we should end this . It’s not working out and all you care about is about playing a stupid ball and earning money , being that ’ oh-so-wonderful-popular-soccer-player ’ . When was the last time we even had a conversation apart from when we’re eating ? ” you blurted out , an upset expression showing as you glared at your boyfriend , who didn’t seem to be affected by your words at all .
“ You said you’d support me , and my dream . I’m working this hard for us , and you . If you think you cannot take this anymore then fine , we don’t need each other anymore . I don’t need someone who pulls me down for doing something i love . ” he bit his bottom lip as he avoided your gaze . His fists were still clenched and you could tell from his flushed face that he was angry .
You felt twitching on your left eyelid and your heart rate slowly increasing . Taking a deep breath , you said out loud again , “ Fine , i don’t need someone who neglects me all the time when he’s supposed to shower me with love too . I’ll leave tomorrow , you paid more for this apartment so you keep it . ”
Without saying another word , he got up from his seat and slammed the main door behind him . You saw his masculine silhouette slowly disappear as you finally let the tears that you’ve been battling in your eyes to fall. You bit on your lips as you pulled your legs closer to you.
Her head fell and her hair surrounded her face hiding it slightly. “I fucked up Shawn.” Her voice was cracking and her breathing was harsh. Sobs began to escape her lips and she leant forward over her body and began to cry into her hands.