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epiphany | jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook + Reader 

Genre: Fluff + college au 

Word Count: 3.6k 

Part: | 1 | 2 |  

Summary: You hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. But why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? And why did he feel the same way?

Reader’s POV

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a failing grade, Y/N…” Mr.Ransford frowned,“ You should’ve saved your work somewhere separately you know?”

You gaped at him in complete shock, as everything came crashing down on you.

“B-but you don’t understand! It wasn’t my fault-” you stammered, your hands flailing around in a frenzy as you attempted to explain your dire situation to your psychology professor.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I’m afraid we can’t discuss this right now, I have a class in 2 minutes. We’ll talk later, hm?” he said as you sighed, your shoulders slumping in utter defeat.

He patted your shoulders in sympathy as you walked out of the door, tears welling up in your eyes as you thought of all your hard work that was now flushed down the drain. All because of one boy.

That damn Jeon Jungkook.

—-

“YAH!” you yelled, raging, as you approached the boys, a deadly glare in your eyes as you grabbed Jungkook by the collar of his tshirt. Pulling him up from the bleachers where him and the rest of his friends were sitting, all of them gasped, mouths going agape as they witnessed their golden maknae get manhandled by you.

“Y/N~What a pleasure,” Jungkook said, giving you a lazy smirk.

Your blood boiled at the audacity the boy had, to address you in such a way, after he had destroyed your chance at a good grade- heck a good year of college. Without thinking first, you lifted your hand and slapped him across the face, the contact shooting vibrations of pain down your arm as the noise echoed in the air. Immediate silence followed, everyone looking at the two of you with rounded eyes as Jungkook himself, was in shock.

You stood there, your chest rising up and down, breathing heavy as you glowered at him. His hands flew to his cheek as he let out a stream of curse words, his gaze landing on yours, fire kindling in his eyes as he reddened in embarrassment.

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Dearest // Jughead Smut

Summary: Jughead and Reader have been dating secretly for a while. They spend so much time together with both contributing to the Blue and Gold. Betty however has shifted her feelings from Archie to Jughead and that causes Reader to relapse but Jughead helps to show that he loved only the reader.

Characters: Jughead x Reader, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Kevin Keller, and Veronica Lodge

Words: 3146

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Please read with caution, look at the warnings please.

Warnings: Swearing, self-doubt, self-harm, angst, fluff and SMUT

Author: Caitsy.

A/N: I struggled with the self harm in this so I’m pretty sure this is the last and only time I will write about self harm. I took a long time to write that scene and I’m sitting here nearly hyperventilating from the urge. If you do self-harm please get help. PLEASE!

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Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Jughead Jones was an observant person when it came to Riverdale because he was an aspiring author and with his crime novel he was even more. Jughead and you were a couple that recently got together and the relationship was amazing to be honest. It was natural and easy with him from going from friends to more. You had maybe been together a month or so and keeping it low-key because it was new and special.

You shared everything but one minor detail was kept from him on your part since it was in the past and you didn’t want to hurt him. He meant the world to you but you didn’t want to bring up that you were recovering from a bad addiction. You no longer gave in as you began to do photography when Jughead joined the Blue and Gold; you joined at his request to do images.

Betty had been in the corner on the phone as Jughead got to his feet pressing a kiss to you cheek muttering about grabbing lunch for both of you. You smiled.

“Can you get me a water?” You asked him.

“Sure. I’ll be back in ten minutes, keep my spot warm.” Jughead said backing out of the room.

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The Moon Loves The Sun-Young!SiriusxReader

Originally posted by sirenscurses

Word Count: 1014

Warning(s): Angst???

Request: hello! I dont know if you do any marauders oneshots but if you do can you write one where the reader and sirius are dating and they get in a huge fight and remus is the one to push the reader back to sirius???? 

A/N: This was hella fun to write


“No, you’re right Sirius! It’s always my fault! I’m always the bad guy!”, you yelled tears threatening to pierce through your eyes as you slammed the palm of your hand against Sirius’s chest.

“I never said that! This is what I am talking about! You always jump to conclusions without consulting me first!”, He yelled back not daring to break eye-contact. All you saw was blue. Blue like the tears streaming down your cream-colored face,  like the stone necklace that Sirius gave you for your first anniversary that seemed to now burn at your throat, and like the roses Sirius would give you after whispering ‘I love you’. You distinctly remembering the first time you two admitted your feeling towards one another. It was during the fifth year, somehow the two of you went from talking about how you managed to fail your potions class to confessing your acquired adoration for each other. With him asking timidly at the end, ‘can I kiss you?’.

Tightening a grip on Sirius’s jumper, you held him close to you.

“And you, you bastard never take my side! You’re always so kept to yourself! Never once have you came to me with a problem! I trusted you enough to let you in, but you couldn’t do the same! The only thing I ever needed was for you to need me, Sirius! That’s all I ever needed! Because I deserve somebody who gives a shit!”, you screamed even louder on the top of your lungs, causing your voice to crack. Sirius tried to take a step back, but you held onto his jumper even tighter not letting him leave. Straightening up his posture, Sirius glared at you, a hard cold glare. A glare he would give to someone like Bellatrix.

“Don’t you even dare Y/N! I loved you through everything, and you don’t even care! And you know what Y/N! I deeply wish that I never met you!”, Sirius screamed at me even louder with each sentence, his body trembled as his voice croaked with broken cries, before ripping your hand off of his jumper and running away. All you could do was stand there, sobbing loudly to yourself, grasping onto the single chair for support afraid that you might fall to the ground.

“Go after him Y/N”, You heard a raspy, cool voice of Remus lupin. Turning around to face the werewolf that you have became close mates with, you realize that you could barely even see him through your teary eyes.

“You know that it only hurts more when you stop pretending. ”, Remus continued on not bothering to move from the staircase that lead to the boys dorm, “So stop pretending that what Pad-I mean Sirius said hurt more than what you are letting on. Go after him and I predict that when you see him it’s going to hit you. Hit you like a muggle bus just crashed into your body breaking your soul into pieces and your heart in shattering glass fragments.”

“W-What are you talking about Remus”, you choked on your sobs trying to make process on what the lad was saying.

“I’m saying that it’s always been you and Sirius. Always. Ever since first year when you hated each other, no matter what you two will always love each other, so I don’t see why you are forcing him away, and him visa versa. But knowing how stubborn the both of you are, I am not telling-I am demanding that you go after Sirius and tell him. Tell him how you are feeling now. Or else I will drag you by your hair to him”, Remus didn’t say another word before storming back up the stairs.

Numbly you moved forward, towards the portrait that would lead you out of the common-room. Once outside the sound of a broken cry filled your ears. Sirius. He was more then crying, he was cursing to no one but himself. There he sat at the top of the moving staircase cursing and cursing to himself, and crying even louder. That’s when it hit you, it hit you harder than a muggle bus crashing into your body. It hit you more painfully than the curico curse. You collapsed down to the cold stone floor, clenching your chest above your heart. The pain was unbearable. Seeing Sirius the way he was puffy eyed, tear stained cheeks, messy destroyed locks of crow black hair, paler skin than the snow falling outside, and the look of death itself shadowing over his handsome face. Your heart was smashed, beaten, crumbled, torn apart, and shattered to the base of your chest like fine china.

“No-please. Please don’t leave me”, you cried broken and torn like your vocal cords yearned for fresh cool liquid, “Please Sirius, you’re the only good thing I have. I can’t-Don’t leave me”

You didn’t know if he could hear you and you sobbed on the hallway floor, it wasn’t until you felt those cold strong arms around your body. engulfing your body in a cold chill. The cold chill you have grown custom to after so many years of hugging, holding hands, colliding in the middle of the hallways, and sneaking kisses at midnight. Moving your body around so you would be able to hold onto the person who was your first kiss, your first love, your first friend, your first enemy, and the first person who you beat the crap out of when they accidently called you a ditzy little girl.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m sorry.”, Sirius’s wobbly voice spoke almost like the wind in the summer, soft and almost unnoticeable, “I will never leave you. Never. Just promise you won’t leave me”

His grip grew stronger around your body pulling you closer to him. Crying into his shoulder, all you could do was nod.

“Never, I would never leave you. Never. I love you”, You whispered over and over again. I love you.

You love Sirius the same way how the moon loves the sun, dying each day so the sun can live.

.

“Look at me. (Y/N), look at me right now!” Tate raised his voice. My vision is clouded by the build up of tears. I glance up at Tate. His eyes darker than the darkest of darks. He makes the gesture of placing his hand against my cheek but I flinch away in fear.

“Tate,” I hesitate on my words due to the amount of restraining from crying I’m containing. “I-”

“I love you too.” he says almost instantly.

“Yes, Tate, I love you but I have to go-”

“No, (Y/N), please. Don’t leave me. Please stay. Stay with me,” he begs. Once again making the gesture to caress my face, I give in and trust him. He brushes his lips against mine. “Tate, I don’t have a choice. I’m sorry, I have to go…” a tear slipped from my eye and dropped onto Tate’s shirt. He shook his head from side to side. He shoves his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a bottle of prescription drugs and a plastic bag of another substance of drugs. I narrow my eyebrows. He nervously pops the bottle open and spills the pills into his hand.

“We can be together forever. Just you and me. In this house forever. We can grow old together and be happy-”

“You want us to commit suicide?” Yes, the idea has come across my mind quite frequently and I’ve attempted it once before but I never actually wanted it to be intentional. I really do love Tate and I don’t want to leave him here. He is the darkest light in my darkness. As much as that doesn’t make sense, it’s true. I’m attracted to the darkness and that’s what he is. I’m scared of him. He scares me and I love him for it. He’s a psychopath and I’m crazy in love with him. I’m crazy for him as he is for me. “Yeah, you know what? Okay, I’ll do it.” I nodded my head and took the bag from his hands. His nervous smile turned into a smile that was unexpected for him. A real smile.

“I’ll run the bath…” I notified him and left the room. Stepping foot outside of my bedroom and bolted down the hall and down the stairs as fast as I could.

“MOM!” I’m panicking. “DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?!” I’m running and I’m panting. My lungs feel as if they’re shrivelling up as my breathing becomes hitched. I bust through the front door and struggle to open the gate that guides the house. I make a run for it down the street. “SOMEBODY HELP!” I run and I-

“(Y/N),” Tate sighs. I look around. I’m back in my room.

“What the hell?” I rush back downstairs and through the front door, leaving the house again.

“(Y/N)!” Tate says my name once more as I find myself back in the house.

“No, no, no!” I try to leave again. I come back. I leave again. I end up back at the house. “This can’t be happening, Tate, what the hell did you do?!” I’m out of breath from sobbing and attempting to run away. I need to leave. I try once more.

Making yet another exit from the house a pair of hands violently grasps my arm and strongly pins me to the wall. Before I got the chance to scream a hand is placed upon my mouth. I breathe heavily and scream as loud as I could even with my mouth closed shut. Scared to death, my chest raises up and down at a rapid speed as my heart thumbs loudly against it.

“Shh, shh,” I’m shaken and shoved up against the wall at an even stronger force. “(Y/N), it’s okay it’s just me.” Tate removed his hand from my mouth.

“DON’T FUCKING SCARE ME LIKE THAT!” I roughly pressed my hands against his chest and pushed him off of me. I leaned my back up on the all and slowly let myself fall to the floor. I begin to hyperventilate while crying hysterically. “Why do I keep running around like a crazy person? And why can’t I leave?” I look up at Tate who has a look on his face I’ve never seen before and that was sorrow. He’s never felt anything until I came along. I’ve made him feel something. Emotions. Emotions he’s never been able to express or feel before. Barely being able to see his eyes, blocked by his messy blonde locks, his build up with tears

“I’ve been trying to tell you but-”

“Tell me WHAT?!” I stand up defensively.

“Th-that-”

“What is it, Tate? Spit it out. Don’t bullshit me.” I push him again.

“Come.” Tate takes my hand and clenches it tight. He guides me down to the basement, through some doors, and down the halls. It’s dark and I’m exhausted. “Tate, where are you taking me?” I asked him, terrified. He stopped and pointed to a ditch that his flashlight shined on.

“Is that?… Is that me?!” I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. I glanced down at my decomposing body, disgusted and in disbelief, I began to panic again. “No, no!” I cried. Tate made it his duty to comfort me. I pushed him away once again.

“What the hell happened, Tate? Did you drug me or something? I don’t remember dying!” I yell at him, consumed with rage.

“No, (Y/N) of course not! You attempted suicide and took too many pills. I tried to save you. I dragged you into the tub with me and made you puke some out but it was no use. It was too late.” Tears fell from Tate’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? That I had died?”

“I don’t know… I thought it’d be better if we died together. So you wouldn’t feel alone.” Tate shrugged his shoulders and sniffled. We walked back upstairs in silence.

“So, looks like I’m not going anywhere…” I gave him a weak smile. “And I guess I’m stuck with you in this house forever.” The weak smile turned into a smirk. He chuckled and smirked back at me.

“Tate,” I said.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” He says, obviously confused.

“Attempting to save my life.” I said making unbreakable eye contact with him. We stood there for a moment. “Because I know saving lives isn’t exactly what you do…”

“I tried. I really did. I care about your feelings more than I care about mi-”

“Don’t say that, Tate. My life wasn’t going to be worth living anyways. I had nothing going for me. All I had was-”

“You.” Tate and I said at the same time. I nodded and smiled as my cheeks flushed red.

Tate brushed my hair behind my ear and pressed his lips to mine. He kisses me ever so softly and passionately. Running my hands through his hair, I kiss him back. Tate’s hands ghost down my body and up my shirt. His hands against my skin caused chills down my spine.

“You’re the only light I’ve ever known.” Tate pulls away for a splint second to pierce those words into my skull with his lips and the black holes that are his eyes staring back at me. Without saying a word, my eyes said everything for him to comprehend. I loved him and he loved me. There was no escaping one another.

Tate playfully throws me onto my bed. He hovers over me and kisses me hard. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down. I tug on the collar of his shirt as I kiss him roughly.

“You make me a little less miserable.” He says with a smirk.

imagine tiny teenage tony scratching up courage to ask steve out

and steve’s so stunned because tony’s his crush since forever and tony’s so CUTE and SMART and wow, did - did tony actually…?

and then tony’s face is going white. and before steve gets his mouth working to say YES, yes, absolutely, tony’s running away in the other direction with a little sob of horror.

and he just totally disappears. and steve skips class because he’s frantically searching everywhere for him and tony’s nowhere to be found and steve’s so worried he’s seriously considering going to principal fury.

but then he finally finds tony huddled in a tiny ball round the back of the maintenance shed where they keep the bins, his eyes and nose pink, tears streaked all over his face.

‘oh my GOD tony, i was so WORRIED,’ steve says and he’s rushing over and crouching down next to tony and carefully putting his arm around him because tony should never be sad like that. 'i’m sorry - i - i really do, i mean, if you still, what - what you said before, i want to, YES,’ and he puts his forehead gently against tony’s damp temple.

and tony looks at him with wide damp-lashed eyes, and sniffles a little bit. 'you - really?’ he whispers, and goes to wipe his nose on his sleeve.

but steve pulls out a crumpled but fairly clean hanky and offers it shyly to him instead. 'of course really,’ he says softly, 'i - i’ve wanted to go out with you for - for so long, tony, i was - just surprised. why - why me?’

and tony looks at him with an incredulous smile breaking out under the tearstains, and then they both burst out into giggles just from pure happiness.

(they go back to class holding hands and principal fury catches them and they get detention but it’s served together so they don’t really care.)

Normal//Supernatural One-Shot

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader, Jay (OC)

(Y/n) giggled as she walked out of the school. When she started high school, she expected it to suck, just like the movies. To her surprise, she loved it. Her day was always the same: Wake up, eat breakfast, have Sam and Dean drive her to school, go to her classes, get picked up by her brother, go home, do homework, eat dinner, study lore, and go to sleep after pestering her brothers to do the same. She didn’t mind the routine, but as of recently, that had changed.

Lately, (Y/n) had been telling her brothers that she had to stay after school. Every time they had asked her what she had been doing, she would have just responded with, “I’m part of a study group. We help each other with homework and sometimes, we even tutor lower classmen.” She had the brightest smile on her face, her dimples popping out. (Y/n) was always so convincing, and she was so compassionate, so they had believed her.

~

Jay laughed as he drove down to the road to the ice rink. Captain of the hockey team he was. He had full access to the ice, even after hours. He looked over at (Y/n). She had been singing some kind of classic rock song. Of course she knew it, she grew up around it. Jay had been the happiest he had ever been with her, and nothing would ever change that.

Soon enough, the couple had pulled up to the ice rink. Jay quickly got out and opened the door for the female sitting in the passenger seat with a wide smile.

(Y/n) wore a smirk as she grabbed his hand and got out of the car. “Always a gentleman,” she teased.

“Anything for my girl,” he grinned, kissing her cheek.

(Y/n) shook her head with a stupid smile. She started running. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” She shouted.

Jay chased after her quickly. Once he had caught up to her, he wrapped his arms around her and spun her around, causing the girl to squeal and laugh loud.

~

The two teenagers had stayed longer than they had expected. They of course lost track of time, being two teenagers in love. They had spent their time skating around the ice, and even playing hockey… Well, it was more… Jay teaching (Y/n) how to play hockey.

(Y/n) tried to hit the puck into the goal again, but Jay had blocked it… Of course he blocked it. He was meant to play hockey. He did all his life, and now, he’s getting scholarships.

“Jay,” the girl whined, “This is impossible. You’re a pro at this. I’ve only just learned how this works!”

Jay laughed and skated over to her. He took off the glove and padding, but kept the helmet on. He grabbed her face between his two hands. “I’m sorry, doll,” he teased. “I know I’m not being fair.” He chuckled as she smiled back at her.

“I know how you can make up for it,” she teased.

“Oh yeah?” he questioned. “How can I do that? I’d do anything for my girl.”

(Y/n) grabbed the helmet and took it off of his head. She giggled at his messy hair and ruffled it before leaning into kiss him.

“I’m more than okay with this,” he chuckled, kissing her back.

~

Sam and Dean had been getting worried.

“Where is she?” Dean exclaimed.

“I don’t know, Dean!” he shot back. “She isn’t answering her phone!”

“Oh, God,” Dean panicked, “Sammy, what if something happened to her? Our baby sister could be getting tortured right now!”

Sam looked like a light bulb had gone over his head. He ran to his laptop and started to furiously type.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked his brother.

“While we were busy panicking, I forgot that her phone has a GPS in it,” Sam stated. After harshly hitting the “enter” button, he started to scroll. “I have an address, let’s go.”

Dean grabbed the keys to Baby and they both ran to the garage.

~

After around ten minutes of driving, they pulled up to the rink. The brothers had grabbed their guns and ran to the door. Soon enough, they burst through the door. What they had seen shocked them.

What was there? Two teenagers, on a blanket, on the ice, naked.

Jay and (Y/n) had jumped when they heard the door open. They quickly scrambled to get their clothes on. Once they did, they were both red messes.

“Sam, Dean!” The girl exclaimed, “What are you doing here? I told you I was staying out late, like I always do!”

“It’s eleven at night!” Dean exclaimed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re too young to be doing… This!”

Jay’s eyes were wide as he stuttered. “W-We were j-just–

“Save it Ken Doll!” Dean barked at the boy.

“(Y/n), let’s go,” Sam said, his voice stern, “We’re going home.”

(Y/n) nodded and looked down. She started walking towards her brother. She noticed Jay giving her a worried glance. “I’ll be fine,” she told him softly, “I’ll promise…”

Jay nodded and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” she whispered back.

Jay nodded and walked over away from her to clean everything up, ignoring the harsh glare from Sam and Dean.

~

Soon enough, they Winchesters were in the Impala on their way home. The car ride was awkward and silent. (Y/n) knew that she was in a lot of trouble, so she didn’t say anything.

~

It wasn’t too long before they were back at the bunker. Dean slammed the door closed behind them. They all sat down.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Dean asked.

“It’s not that big of a –” she started, but she was interrupted by her second oldest brother.

“Not that big of a deal?” Sam questioned. “We thought someone took you, only to find out that you were having sex with some kid we didn’t know?” Sam scoffed. “Were you guys even being safe?”

“Of course we were!” (Y/n) shot back. “What, you think I’m stupid?” She asked. “You guys are so hypocritical. Stop acting that you guys weren’t doing stuff like this at my age, at least Dean was, and anyways, you guys go out to bars all the time and sleep with women you don’t know! At least I knew this guy! We’ve been dating for half a year,” she ranted.

“You’re grounded!” Dean yelled at her. “We will not be disrespected by you, and you will not be seeing that boy anymore outside of school! No more, ‘study group’ or ‘tutoring’ either!”

“That’s not fair!” she yelled back.

“You know that we can’t have connections like this!” Sam told her. “If you want to be a hunter, you have to learn that.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to be a hunter anymore,” she huffed. “I started tutoring and study groups because it looks on college applications and people actually pay attention to me,” she confessed.

“We give you a lot of attention,” Sam claimed.

“Really?” She retorted. “Because if you did, you would’ve seen my Class President posters that I used for my campaign. You also would’ve see that the day that I won, I came home wearing a t-shirt that said, ‘Student Body President!‘”

“Okay, we’re sorry that we didn’t notice, but you’re still grounded,” Dean said.

“You don’t get it, do you?” The girl asked.

“Get what?” Sam questioned back.

“I’m part of student council because it looks nice for colleges, I’m in study groups and I tutor for extra credit and because colleges love it. I want a normal job, a normal life. I want to earn my money, and I want to go to college. All this school stuff, Jay, and especially Jay are the things that make it possible for me to feel normal. They’re the closest thing I have to being normal until I graduate and leave Kansas, and you’re trying to take it away from me…” At this point, (Y/n) had tears in her eyes. Just as one fell, she sniffled and wiped it away before running to her room where she sobbed all night long.

~

Sam’s heart hurt. She wanted exactly what he wanted when he was younger. She grew up the way that he did. Her parents were absent from her life, she wanted to hunt but was never allowed to, and now she realized that hunting isn’t what she wanted. She had fallen in love and she was done for, she wanted that life.

“I am hypocritical… I wanted the same thing and I just tried to stop her from having it,” Sam stated in a sad tone. He rubbed his face in frustration. “I’m a terrible brother.”

Dean didn’t say anything. He just looked the the ground with sad eyes. To hear his baby sister cry was the worst thing ever. It made his heart wrench. “I’m going to bed,” he told Sam before heading to his room.

That night, it was hard for both of the brothers to sleep. It wasn’t until one in the morning that (Y/n)’s sobs stopped. They didn’t go in to talk to her. That would’ve made things worse, and that was the last thing they wanted. All they could do was wait for a later time to talk to her. It would be one hell of a wait.

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Speak Now (Chris Evans AU)

no hard feelings on jenny slate!!! i was more than upset when they broke up actually she’s a good girlfriend and SHE VOICED BELLWETHER IN ZOOTOPIA LIKE ????? 

song used: speak now by taylor swift

Y/N sat in the minivan, her eyes steadied on her lap. Her hands were touching the pale blue dress that she wore, in honor of the wedding.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Scarlett asked her, her green eyes soft. Y/N smiled at her concern, even if they haven’t seen each other for nearly a decade. “I know you’re upset about not getting invited, but I’m sure it was Jenny’s fault. I heard from somewhere that she erased your name from the list of people she invited. Certainly, if he could have the chance, he would invite you first. You were his best friend, after all.”

Were. Were.

Y/N nodded slowly, ignoring the looks she was getting from Scarlett.

“We’re here. I think the others are inside getting dressed. Sebastian will meet us at the entrance.” Anthony said from the driver’s seat, parking the minivan in the church parking lot. “Y/N, stop it with the long face. It’s not like we can tell Chris he can’t marry her.” Anthony said bluntly.

“I—I know.” Y/N said, her voice cracking at the end. Scarlett and Anthony’s gazes on her softened. She shook her head as she started getting intimidated by their staring. “Let’s just get inside, yeah?”

Both of her friends nodded and they stepped out of the minivan, Y/N following in suite. Her flats hit the pavement almost with no sound and she smiled bittersweetly at the sight of the roses decorated outside of the church.

She watched as Scarlett and Anthony made their way to the church, and she followed behind quietly. She stepped onto the marble stairs and were ushered in by the duo, who followed her inside the decorated hall.

“Names?” the man standing at a desk asked them.

“Anthony Mackie.” Anthony said, his eyes darting to Y/N. “Scarlett Johansson, and uh, Y/N Y/L/N.” he finished, and Y/N could tell by the man’s expression that she wasn’t on the list of guests.

“Um, sir, I don’t see anyone by the name of Y/N Y/L/N on the list.” He looked at the other two. “You both can go inside now—“

“Anthony? Scarlett?” Y/N jumped at the all-too familiar voice of Chris, who walked into the church entrance. His eyes widened when he saw Y/N with them. “Y/N? Y-you came! I’m so glad you could come!” He made his way past the guard, grabbing her by the wrist and bringing her to his chest, hugging her tightly.

Y/N was surprised, considering the last time she saw the boy, the circumstances hadn’t been brilliant. But nonetheless, she hugged him back, a ghost smile on her face.

“I—but the problem is,” she began after pulling away from Chris’s hug. “I—I never actually got invited …” she said awkwardly. Chris blinked for a second before turning the man behind him, who gulped in fear.

“Add Y/N Y/L/N to the guest list, please.”

Y/N smiled; she glad to see Chris hadn’t changed his gentlemanly ways, even with a selfish bride.

“Excuse me, but where are the mints?” Y/N turned around to see a lady in a blue pantsuit ask her, her nose turned up in disgust. “You aren’t supposed to be in here, you’re supposed to be in the back. I should tell Jenny to fire you.”

“Mrs. Slate!” Chris jumped at the woman, while Y/N stood there, flustered, red, and confused. “This is my friend, Y/N. She—she’s not one of the caterers.” he cleared up, the lady narrowing her eyes at her.

She was supposed to be Chris’s mother-in-law?

“Oh,” she murmured. “You just seemed to look like you wore a cheap uniform, so I assumed as much.” she said bitterly, causing Y/N to look down to her feet in embarrassment. The woman walked past them, not bothering to check in, towards the back of the church.

Y/N ignored Scarlett and Anthony’s eyes that were looking at her nervously, as Chris cleared his throat in an attempt to settle the awkwardness.

“A-anyways, let me show you around! Sebastian should be upstairs getting ready, and I’m sure he’d be happy to see you all!” Chris said cheerfully.

Y/N stepped into line behind Scarlett and Anthony, following Chris through the pews to the stairs where Sebastian stood at the top, his eyes cast to the mirror in front of him. He gave a smile to Y/N when he noticed her appearance, glad to see her get into the wedding without too much trouble.

“Hey, you guys.” He greeted, giving his two friends a great friendship hug before giving Y/N a personalized hug of her own. As she went to pull away, he asked her, “You okay?” She nodded.

“Uh, Scarlett, Anthony want to come over and see some … cool stuff?” Chris said awkwardly, but was able to convince his two friends and they left the room, leaving Sebastian and Y/N alone.

“He shouldn’t be marrying her.” Sebastian said, sighing as he sat down on the red leather couch. “You should be the one he’s marrying. He doesn’t love her. I know it. If you would say something—“

UGH! Christine! You ruined my nail polish!

The two jumped in surprise when the shrilly voice of Chris’s bride was heard from the other room. One of the bridesmaids was apologizing profusely, but Jenny was having none of it.

Since you ruined my nail polish, I’ll ruin your whole look with nail polish!

Multiple gasps erupted from the room and two things dropped to the floor, to what Y/N could assume were nail polish bottles. Soon enough, the door of the room opened and Christine was running away with sobs escaping her mouth. She could only imagine that Jenny spilled hot pink and baby blue nail polish not only on her dress but literally on her hair and makeup.

She turned back to Sebastian, who now had an expression that said see-what-I-mean? “Sebastian, don’t say that.” she said, stubbornly ignoring the thoughts of Chris getting on one knee with a ring in his hand, asking for her hand of marriage. “He—he must love her … why else would he marry her? It won’t make sense, then.” she trailed off, her head turning away from him.

“He still loves you even though he has been with Jenny for a long time.” Sebastian stated. “Admit it, you still love him, and you’re afraid to face your feelings.” His voice was stern, and Y/N tensed up, turning her head back to him. “If you don’t say something, you’ll ruin his whole life.”

“I don’t want to ruin their wedding, Sebastian.” Y/N growled, growing angry. Sebastian scoffed and smirked. He stood up and leaned down to her ear. “Trust me,” he whispered. “This isn’t the wedding Chris needs to be in.”


Y/N sat in the pew quietly. Small flower girls tossed an assortment of several flowers. After a few minutes of the little girls prancing around the aisle, tossing enough flower petals to make any allergic person sneeze a couple times, the wedding music began to play.

When the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked down the aisle, Anthony was, unfortunately, missing a partner. Y/N looked away from them, feeling grief for Christine. She looked at Chris on the altar, who nervously tapped his thigh. Their eyes met for a moment, but Y/N looked away quickly to prevent herself from bursting into tears. She’d ruin Jenny’s big day if she looked at him, even if she was already ruining her life from the start.

The bridesmaids and groomsmen stopped across from Sebastian, the bridesmaids eyeing the boy who seemed uninterested in them. Soon all the eyes were on the bride, who looked like a big cotton ball beside her small father. Y/N figured she got all her traits from her mother.

Jenny side-eyed Y/N, hatred burning brightly in her eyes. She watched her smile turn into a nasty look for a moment. Y/N could only look away in embarrassment, losing against their little contest at who was better at being better.

Her eyes met Chris’s again as Jenny took her place next to him. The bridesmaids and groomsmen had to shuffle around to let her gigantic dress through. His eyes twinkled at her for a moment before he turned to the young woman next to him, smiling an obviously fake smile.

Y/N could only look down to her hands. You were not about to ruin her big day.


Y/N stared at the couple as they began to exchange vows, Chris going first.

“I love every,” he paused, glancing at Y/N, but he went unnoticed. “E-every quality that my lovely bride-to-be has. All of her, uh,” he paused again and glanced at his shoes. Y/N’s eyes locked with Sebastian’s. He was looking at her as if he wants her to stand up and stop the whole wedding.

She shook her head and forced her head down.

She wouldn’t ruin their wedding.

“All of her flaws,” Chris gulped, sweating under all the gazes on him. “They’re—they’re not even flaws, to me …” He continued to talk in a shaky manner, and Y/N watched his bride’s expression grow angrier every time he paused, the same time Y/N grew even more upset about the entire situation.

She couldn’t ruin their wedding.

Even if the bride is ruining her life.

She listened to Jenny say her own vows, quickly and every now and then she’d give Chris’s triceps a squeeze, causing his smile to fall a little more every minute.

He truly looked unhappy.

No.

She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

Then the preacher began to say vows, Chris gulping every time he responded, tugging at the collar of the white dress shirt he wore. Jenny only held and squeezed his arm, clearly trying to calm him down and make him look good on their special day. Her special day.

Y/N knew that he hated it when someone squeezes his arms; he always preferred hugs. She felt terrible for even coming to this wedding, because she just had to do this.

Not for Scarlett, Anthony, Sebastian, or anyone else.

But for herself.

And for Chris.

“Do we have any objections to these two getting married?” the preacher asked. Y/N locked eyes with Sebastian and she gulped nervously. She stood up slowly, inhaling sharply.

“I object to this marriage.”

Y/N looked at Chris who seemed almost … relieved.

“I-I object to this marriage, because—because I know Chris wouldn’t marry a woman like Jenny, who only likes him because of his popularity and wealth.” she said, now feeling the courage she needed bubble inside of her. “Chris is a—a sweet, loving, wonderful guy. A woman like Jenny doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as him.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “I-I had a chance to be with him, but I wasted it away. I want another chance, Chris.” she croaked out. “You aren’t truly happy with her, are you?” she said, her voice strained at the end. Chris took his arm off of Jenny’s, who now stood alone on the altar, mortified and furious.

Y/N could see the smile on Sebastian’s face as Chris walked down the aisle, his face a mixture of happiness, relief, and pain. She didn’t have to wait for him to make the next move, she just hugged him. She felt him cry to her shoulder.

“You ruined my wedding!” Jenny shrieked, racing towards the two, but was quickly stopped by Sebastian, who glowered menacingly at her.

“Am I worthy of a second chance?” Y/N asked, who was now starting to cry. Chris nodded, and she hugged him tighter, burying her face on the crook of his neck. “You spoke up for me, Y/N. Why wouldn’t I give you a second chance?”

Y/N shouldn’t have ruined their wedding, but Jenny would’ve ruined Chris’s life.

When they said, “Speak now.”

zombie apocalypse voltron au part 1

in honor of the walking dead season 3 getting released the other day or so. i will write angsty headcannons ft the voltron crew. and possible reader. Part one will center around Lance because I realized I was writing a lot for him and decided to spilt it into parts.

It’s summer when the outbreak happens. Lance lives in Arizona, he’s seventeen at the time.

Lance

  • Lance was celebrating his youngest sister’s, Elizabeth, sixth birthday when his tio came running into the house, his smoking break cut short. Yelling at everyone to turn on the television. Lance was curious, because his tio was very determined to get a smoke in and wouldn’t cut it short for something stupid. So immediately he had everyone’s attention.
  • Lance’s mom cut on the tv and changed it to the news channel. The news anchors were talking about a weird disease outbreak that was affecting the recently deceased. They were told to stay indoors for now and lock the doors. The whole family was unsure what to do or think, the party was cut short and everyone went home. No one went past the fence to see what was on the other side. The neighborhood was eerily quiet and that lasted a few more days until Lance’s dad decided it was time to leave.
  • They were running low on food and he was going to go to the grocery store and visit Lance’s uncle. They waited anxiously for around two hours and then Lance’s dad came running into the house holding his neck, blood seeping through his fingers. They immediately all rushed to him, and his mother was cleaned the wound and trying to calm his dad down.
  • His dad told them about how the grocery store was completely abandoned along with the roads. It’s like everyone had ran away, it was a ghost town. So he went to his brother’s home and there was blood on the doorsteps, and that immediately caught his attention so be rushed inside to see if his brother was okay. His brother was on the ground hugging his knees, blood all over him. He reached down to help him up and was immediately attacked. His dad was trying to push him off but he was stronger then him. But he bit into his neck. His dad just remembers pushing him off of him and running back into the car.
  • Lance doesn’t know what to think. He’s shaking a little and his little sister, Elizabeth tugs on his sleeve and asks him what’s happening. He doesn’t even know what to say, and he responded truthfully, that he doesn’t know. His dad and mom go to their room to talk privately about what’s happening.
  • He doesn’t see them for the rest of the night.
  • Him and his older sister Gabriel have to make dinner and keep the younger two, Elizabeth and Andre from bothering their parents and keep them quiet. Lance wonders if the oldest out of all of them, Alex is okay.
  • At one point in the night Lance thinks he hears screaming and something slamming into the ground in the next room. But he blames it on his over reactive imagination.
  • He awakes to screaming the next morning. He immediately shoots up from the bed and runs into the other room to find his sister on the ground clutching her hand as blood slowly seeps from the wound. She’s sobbing and yells at Lance to run away with the others.
  • Lance hears her loud and clear but he still makes his way towards the room. Immediately upon entering his mother and father jump on top of Gabriel and she’s screaming. Andre and Elizabeth are sobbing and screaming. Lance yells at them to stay back.
  • His sister manages to push the two off and she yells at Lance. He tries to rush in but she pushes him back. She tells him to shut the door and leave with the kids immediately. To find their other family members. She slams the door shut.
  • All he can hear is screaming and the sound of flesh tearing. He slides down the door and brings his knees to his chest and chokes out a sob. His siblings are shaking and run towards him. He has blood on his shirt. He’s shaking and tears are running down his face.
  • The screaming stops after what seems like forever. He can hear groaning coming from the other side. The three of them stay huddled together sobbing and shaking quietly for an hour after it all happened. Lance can’t let his little brother and sister get hurt.
  • He stands up slowly and tells them to grab a backpack and pack only what they need. They are before 1pm, before nightfall. They nod and slowly get up to do so.
  • Lance heads to his room, he cleans the blood off of him and cleans his face. He throws off the bloody shirt, he can’t even look at it. He grabs a backpack and packs a few extra pairs of clothes. Some small items that hold a special meaning to him. Family photos. Essential things. He then goes into the kitchen and packs the remaining food and grabs water bottles. His siblings come into the room bags packed and dressed out of their pajamas.
  • Lance tells them to sit on the couch for a minute while he does some last things. He grabs a pen and paper and begins writing, “My mother, father, and sister are in this room. Please don’t hurt them.”. He tapes it to the bedroom door and even goes as far as to go out back and grab planks of wood and puts it over the door. To make sure that they don’t break down the door.
  • He picks up the house phone and he knows that the line went down a few days ago but he just wants to try one more time before they leave. He dials his big brother’s number, of course nothing goes through. He lets out a sigh and grabs the car keys and motions for his siblings to follow.
  • He tries reassuring his little brother and sister that he will make sure that they are okay and he won’t let anything happen to them. He locks the door and looks at his childhood home one last time. His eyes start watering again but he turns around an heads for the SUV.
  • He fumbles around for a minute trying to find a map and eventually finds one. He decides to head to the next town over. It would take about an hour to get there. The car ride there is quiet and gloomy. The roads are empty and the sun is already starting to set.
  • The next town isn’t any better, he does find one person. A middle aged man, who lost everyone the first two days. The man calls the disease infected dead Muertos a simple name but Lance knows what it means. The man’s name is David and he tells them that he’s heading towards the South. It gets cold down there and there’s less people so maybe they didn’t catch the outbreak.
  • Lance decides that that is where they’ll go. Even if there is a tiny chance that the outbreak didn’t reach down there then he’s willing to take that risk. As long as his siblings will be okay. The man ask if they have a weapon and Lance realizes that he never brought one. He shakes his head slowly and the man kindly offers a 9mm pistol and two boxes of ammo. Lance refuses to take it, the man says that he has a whole bag full of ammo and that he’ll be fine. He tells that he will need it to protect his siblings and himself, the world has already gone to hell and it’s only been two weeks since this all happened. He also points Lance in the direction of a Hunting store that has a lot of weapons and ammo, and says that he should go there before heading out. Lance thanks him and gives a a few cans of food as thanks. They spilt ways and wish each other luck and safety.
  • Lance keeps Elizabeth and Andre close by his side he holds the gun tightly in his hand. He’s shot a gun before, he lives in the Southwest so of course he knows how to use one. He doesn’t want to use it though and prays that he never has to. They walk down the quiet and abandoned streets towards the hunting supply store. Seems like most of the supplies has been stolen. But he manages to find a few good things. Three hunting knives, he hands one to both his siblings telling them to only use in case of an emergency and when he’s not around. He finds another 9mm pistol hidden under a pile of cardboard and he finds more ammo. He takes whatever food is left and quickly leaves to get back on the road.
  • The first three months went by well, they encountered only nice people and traded things. They had just entered Texas, which it was slow progress but he didn’t want to rush anything or push the kids too hard. They also encountered a few Muertos but Lance learned that they were slow and the three were able to outrun. Andre turned eleven during those three months and they made the best birthday they could with the situation. Lance was even able to find a action figure that Andre was talking about before this all happened.
  • Their luck ran out when they encountered two older men. The two men held both of siblings at gun point demanding for Lance to hand over everything and he’d let them live. Lance couldn’t do that, it put the three in a lot danger. They got a few good punches on Lance. But one of them slipped and that was Lance’s opportunity. He didn’t know what came over him but he ran for his gun and shot both of them dead. He was shaking and sobbing, he didn’t want to kill anyone. His siblings were the one comforting him. They left that area immediately.
  • Another month went by before they met another guy just as they were about to leave Texas. He was around Lance’s age, his name was Hunk. He was kind and asked if he could tag along with Lance. Lance hesitantly agreed to let Hunk tag along, he somehow trusted someone he barely met and so did his siblings. The three of them and Hunk immediately clicked. It was nice having someone else, Hunk was much bigger and stronger then Lance. Hunk was much more mature and observant then Lance. The group headed towards Tennessee.

My heart hurts.“ Her words were slurred and her mind was running as she sat on the cold bathroom floor across from her sobering friend.

“Physically or emotionally?” She joked, her frown breaking into a grin as she wiped away the running mascara from drunken girl’s face.

“I don’t know,” A sob escaped from her mouth, along with a deep intake of breath. “I just don’t understand why he’s gone.”

—  drunken nights part who knows // excerpt from a book I’ll never write ( offdxys )
Starting Over Again

“request: “HEY! so i just wanted to request an angsty kihyun fic in which he is a member of an assassin group and it just so happens that you are his target but he does not that you are actually an assassin as well. TYSM😘!!” -anon

ship: Kihyun x [y/n]

genre: angst

word count:

a/n: OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS LIKE FOUR MONTHS LATE I DON’T WHAT HAPPENED IM SO SORRY T-T

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“Caught you by surprise, didn’t I?” 

Kihyun’s breath hitched when he felt the cold surface of your blade on his throat. It was an unexpected turn of events. He was supposed to be in your position right now but sadly, he was in your position, the one who’s probably gonna lose his life.

“You’re also an assassin, huh?” His voice was filled with bitterness that he could even taste the metallic taste of his blood seeping out from his busted lip. “I am and I think it’s a bad decision for you to choose me as your target, Yoo Kihyun.”

Totally bewildered at the fact that you know his name, his eyes stared right into yours while staring at both of your reflections in the mirror right in front of the two of you. “You seriously don’t remember me, do you?

Do I know her? Kihyun mentally asked himself, trying to recall any particular memory to give him some hints of who you really are. Glancing down at your hand, the sight of a silver ring got all of his memories rushing back like a current.

“[y/n]?” His voice trailed off as he reaches up to your hand, slowly wrapping his fingers around your hand with tears welling up on the corner of his eyes.

Kihyun listlessly dragged his whole body towards the conference room where he was summoned by their leader, Shownu. Having the doors opened for him, he wasn’t too happy to see the red folder right in front of Shownu. 

He knew he was gonna get his hands covered with blood again. It has always been that way. Kihyun, the most wanted assassin for killing hundreds of well-known people. “What is it this time, Hyunwoo?”

It was rare to hear Kihyun call Shownu by his real name, and when Kihyun calls Shownu by his real name, it was obvious that Kihyun didn’t want to do the work that’s being thrown at him. It has actually reached to a point that Kihyun was sick and tired of taking away countless lives when he, himself, doesn’t even know why they had to be killed.

“I need you to kill her for me.”

Shownu didn’t waste any time and showed Kihyun a picture of you and a list of information about you. Glancing down on your picture, he felt his heart skip a beat for a second and that really bothered him.

There was something about your picture that he couldn’t pinpoint. Was it because he was reminded of someone whom he had long forgotten about? Was it because you looked too familiar for him? His eyes read all of the information written down on the piece of paper, pushing it away after memorizing a couple of information.

“When do you want me to start?” Kihyun leans back in his chair, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. The sun was still up and he just got back from another mission last night. Shownu somewhat had a miserable look on his face when he stared at Kihyun.

Doesn’t he remember her? Shownu thought as he took a hold of the folder. “You can start whenever you feel like it.” 

“Alright, I’ll be heading out tonight and I think I might need that information sheet for me to study this afternoon.”

Nodding his head in approval, Shownu rips the paper off the clip and hands it directly to Kihyun. Turning around to leave the place, Kihyun was brought to a stop by Shownu’s question.

“Doesn’t she look familiar to you?”

Shaking his head in disapproval, Kihyun didn’t think twice but to continue his way out. Sadly looking at Kihyun’s retreating back, Shownu slumps his whole body in his chair and lets out a deep sigh, wishing that Kihyun had never taken the job.

“Isn’t it sweet of you to finally remember me, Kihyun?” You blatantly asked as you just let his warm hands take a hold of yours but despite his sudden skinship, you never brought your guard down.

Memories of the two of you came rushing into Kihyun. The time when the two of you were happy in each other’s arms, enjoying each other’s warmth and touch…. but only to be destroyed once he entered MX. 

“You’re still wearing our wedding ring?” Kihyun sadly asked as he looked over to his wife, wondering why he never seemed to remember you when he saw your picture. Was it because his mind decided to bury that happy memory at the back of his head to keep him emotionally stable? Was it to keep him at bay? or was it to keep him away from hurting himself over and over again?

Scoffing at his own words, you only pressed the blade harder on his throat, slowly cutting through the first layer of his skin. “Pathetic, isn’t it? Even though here I am, holding a knife around your neck ready to kill you, I’m still wearing our damned wedding ring… knowing that our marriage had already died five years ago.”

Both of your chests were burning with sadness. It was a tragic ending for the two of you. You were taken away by people whom he never knew and he was taken away from you by MX. “What happened to you? Why are you an assassin?”

Glancing back at your reflection, he knew that the old [y/n] was long gone and was replaced by someone whom he never expected to meet. A new [y/n] who’s practically fine with killing people, having her hands stained with corrupted blood, and being heartless. 

You hated things like killing people when the two of you were still young and happy. But now, it was different… especially when Kihyun left you. You trained so hard in order to just meet him one day during some mission. You hoped that one day the two of you might meet with hearts still beating for each other and now is actually that day.

But the day when the two of you are up on each other’s throats, trying to kill each other. You fell silent when you heard his voice filled with concern and sadness. Why did you become an assassin in the first place, though? Was it because you wanted to run away from the pain that he’s caused you?

“I don’t know…” you whispered against his ears before making your hand go limp, pulling the blade away from his throat. “I… I can’t do this.” You angrily muttered as you tried to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall.

Feeling a lump in his throat, Kihyun wipes away the blood on his neck before pulling you into his arms. Oh, how long have he yearned to have you in his arms once again. Burying your face into his chest, you unconsciously wrapped your arms around him and burst out crying. 

“Why did you leave me?” Your cry was muffled in his chest, only to bring Kihyun to tears. “I never meant to leave you, [y/n].” Kihyun whispered as he slowly remembered why he left you in the first place.

“Kihyun, you do know that [y/n]’s in danger because of you right?” Wonho asked as he roughly places both of his hands on his shoulder. “I know…” Kihyun lifelessly replied with his eyes lowered to the ground. “And you do know how to keep her safe?”

Of course, Kihyun knew how to keep you safe but it was in a harsh way. If he joins MX, then he would be reassured that you’d be taken care of their sister assassin group, a group of people that he doesn’t even know about. But it also meant that he wouldn’t be able to see you again.

“Okay fine….” Kihyun gave up at the thought of you being in danger. Glancing towards your sleeping figure, Kihyun heaves out a sigh and mutter a sorry before glancing back up to Wonho.

“I’m in.”

Kihyun then tightens his grip around your, his shaky breath glossing over your neck as his tears have already betrayed him. “I’m sorry… but it was only one way to keep you safe, [y/n]…”

“Safe?” you scoffed as you pushed him away. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He never knew what happened to you. He never knew what struggles and beating that you’ve gone through to become an assassin… which you never wished to become.

“Do you call having my back whipped by some woman safe?! Do you call having my body filled with bruises safe?! Tell me, Kihyun, is everything that I’ve been through safe to you?!”

Gaping at the words that he just took in, Kihyun looks at you with eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “They did that?”

“They freaking did, Kihyun, they freaking did! And you know what, I had to freaking fight for this wedding ring so that I wouldn’t lose the only thing that reminded me that you were mine and you loved me.”

Looking down at his hands, he sadly twists the ring on his left hand before he softly mutters a sorry. “This is pointless..” you exasperatedly said as you walked towards him, grabbing his hand before placing the knife on his palm.

Just end it here, honey. I know what’ll happen if you don’t finish your mission.” 

Kihyun’s eyes widened in fear as he frantically shook his head in disapproval, throwing the knife away from the two of you. “No. I’m not gonna kill you…. [y/n], please, we can fix this. Let’s run away!”

You sadly smiled at him before letting out a shaky breath, “We can’t… we both know that they’ll be able to track us down and punish us once they find us.” Kihyun takes a hold of your hand, his vision blurred by the tears in his eyes.

“Let’s leave everything behind, [y/n]! We can be that happy couple we used to be and grow a family together!” 

Hearing those words were comforting enough to make you smile at him sincerely. You slowly remove his hands off of yours before cupping his cheeks. His tears were brimming down his cheeks, his lips were starting to swell from crying and you’ve never felt so broken to see him like that.

“I love you so much, honey, but I can’t do that… I know that we’ll be both dead if we ever try to run away.” 

“We can change our identity, [y/n]! We can fucking change it…. please… Let’s just live a normal life with mini me and mini you running around our house, I’m sick and tired of this life… please… just run away with me.”

Kihyun was literally sobbing as he leaned into your touch. He was right… the thought of that having a family with him felt magical that it sent butterflies in your tummy. Imagining what Kihyun just said made you change your mind. Taking his lips with your own, you couldn’t help but smile at the feelings of his on yours after how many years.

Pulling away from the kiss, Kihyun leaned his forehead against yours before sniffing. His gaze was soft and was filled with so much emotions. Tracing your fingers on his lips, you couldn’t help but smile before letting the words, that could change both of your lives, out from your mouth, making him burst out into a smile.

“Alright.. let’s run away and leave this all behind us.” 

Birthday Girl

Warnings: none

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader, John Winchester (mentioned).

Summary: reader is anxious about their birthday.

Word Count: 868

Y/N: your name

Y/N/N: your nickname

You had to say the past week had been, well, something else. Your birthday was on Sunday so of course your big brothers  decided that everyday they’d ask the same goddamn question you began to hate so much: “Who’s birthday is on Sunday?”. It was stupid really but the thought of your birthday was almost unbearable to withstand. It was hard to explain why you hated that date so much, you didn’t hate being alive it was just that good things didn’t tend to happen on your birthday and them reminding you of it wasn’t helping. You had managed to keep your composure for the entire week, well, almost. Everything was going okay until Saturday, the second you woke up the anxiety was already heavy inside your stomach, the stress from the next day was very present. Slowly you lifted yourself from the bed preparing yourself for the inevitable question you were to be asked.

You walked calmly into the kitchen and began preparing yourself a cup of coffee, suddenly you felt a presence behind you and you tensed up turning around grabbing the person by their collar and putting a fist to their face. Immediately you realized it was your older brother Damn, anxiety and hunter instincts really don’t mix well.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s just me chill.” Said Dean giving you a scared look knowing your strength and what would’ve happened if you’d just punched him without hesitating.

“Oh crap, sorry De.” You said as you let go of your big brother and straightened his shirt where you had grabbed him. You cringed internally as you anticipated the question, you began counting, waiting for the moment.

“Hey! Who’s birthday is tomorrow?” You heard Sam coming in from the hallway and the second you the last words escaped his lips you broke down. All the composure and patience you’ve had the entire week was gone. Suddenly every single memory from you past birthdays flooded into your brain like a someone pulled out the plug keeping everything inside.

“Y/N? Y/NN, what’s wrong?” Asked sam concerned he had done something to cause this.

“I’m- I’m sorry, excuse me.” You nearly sobbed, moving them away and running into your room. You didn’t want to face your past, not now at least. You laid on your bed for who knows how long, reminiscing on every single thing in your life. It confused you how your siblings weren’t the type to get excited over birthdays unless of course, it was yours. As always it was time for your brothers to come in and try to help you which they usually did, but this time you didn’t think they could. So you heard as the door to your room creaked open to reveal your brothers, your face against the pillow you only heard and felt them sit down next you.

“You wanna talk?” Said the person you could only describe as Sam as he put his hand on your back.

“Come on Sammy you already know the answer to that.” You said curtly as your tears began to dry on your cheeks.

“Doesn’t hurt to try though. So tell us what’s wrong, cause you know that if you don’t tell us now we’ll get it out of you somehow.” He said, and you knew he was right. It always ended like that; you hesitated before flipping over and sitting up.

“I-ugh. I just really don’t like my birthday.” You said looking down at your hands.

“Why?” Asked your eldest brother Dean.

“Because not very good things have happened on my birthday De. Don’t you remember?” upon hearing silence you continued, “My mother died when I was 6, so I was put into foster care, on my 7th birthday my foster parents ended up being freakin’ mauled by vampires, Dad finds me and so on until he leaves, then we find him and he too dies on my birthday. It’s like I’m bad luck…” You finished, tears leaking out once again from your eyes.

“Y/N. Don’t ever say you’re bad luck ever again. You are the everything but bad luck Yeah, you’ve gone through stuff but all that just brought you to us. We won’t ever let those things happen to you again, do you understand?” Said Dean reassuringly to you.

“yeah.” you answered softly.

“Y/N/N we love you so so much, you have made our lives smooch better and brighter. I remember when Dad first brought you I was so happy. I remember how you left us surprised the  first time you hunted because of how good you were, I remember how you won the spelling bee at your school. Those are the memories you should remember, you’ve helped us both so much and I hate that you think your bad luck.”

“Thank you Sammy, I love you both.” You said wiping away your final tears.

“Hey, what do you say if tomorrow morning I’ll make you your favourite breakfast. We can do whatever you want.” Sammy asked you lovingly.

“Yeah, that sounds good. But right now, I need my coffee” You said and you all laughed and got up ready to continue your day, your lives.

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Okay so i know it’s short but I just whipped this up out of the fact that my birthday is actually on Sunday and I am actually kinda freaking out. 

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Crushes are for Mortals - Klarion x Reader - Part Two

Originally posted by yaydrienne

Part One

Requested by Anon -  a part two Halloween edition for the Klarion fanfic ‘Crushes are for Mortals’.


“I don’t know if I want to go to a Halloween dance,” you mumbled as M’gann pulled you into your bedroom to find a costume. She invited the entire team to her school dance, but you were nervous about it since it would be your first dance. Also your run-in with Klarion still had you on edge.

“Oh, come on (Y/N). It will be fun besides you need to get away from the cave once and a while,” M’gann argued. She dropped a bag full of costumes onto the bed, laying them out for you to inspect. “Some of these were for Conner, but he refuses to wear them.” Leaning closer to you, she whispered into your ear. “I think I’ll just wrap him in some bandages and call him a mummy.”

You smiled, studying the costumes. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea for Conner.” None of the costumes looked appealing to you. “What are you planning to go as?”

“I am going to go as a zombie bride! Look I have it already figured out,” M’gann cried in excitement, morphing into her costume. 

“Wow, it looks amazing, M’gann,” you praised, smiling at the blush that came to her face. “I hope I turn out looking as good as you do.”

“Aww, thanks (Y/N),” M’gann cooed, blushing even more. “We’ll find you a good costume, don’t worry about that.”

“I’m not,” you mumbled mostly to yourself, however M’gann heard you. 

“(Y/N),” M’gann began softly. She could sense your fear and worry. “Are you still upset about your battle with Klarion?”

You sighed, wringing your hands together while keeping your gaze on the costumes. “Yeah, I guess I am.” You laughed with no humor. “I just can’t get his words out of my head.”

“What words?” M’gann tilted her head at you. You didn’t tell the team what Klarion had said to you.

“He said I was his equal,” you confessed, frowning at your conflicting feelings about it. Part of you was flattered while the other half was horrified. You felt M’gann staring at you in concern as you did your best to change the subject. “So, what costume should I pick?”

M’gann looked at you for a long moment before going along with your subject change. She started talking about the different costumes, letting you sigh with relief. Klarion’s promise to meet you again echoed through your head as if hinting at what was to come.


Klarion was dying to see you again, but he was at a lost of how to get to you. He knew if he made a distraction like last time, the Light would find out, thus rekindling their interest in you. However, the idea came to him while he was floating with Teekl in his pocket dimension. 

“That’s it,” he exclaimed, popping up from his pout. Teekl meowed in curiosity. “I know how I can see (Y/N) again!”

Klarion floated to the ground with Teekl, catching her in his arms. “I just have to blend in with the mortals,” he explained. Teekl meowed in disbelief.

“Shut up, you stupid cat. It would work if I disguise myself well enough,” Klarion snarled, creating a portal to enter the human world. “(Y/N) would be able to see though it.” Teekl was unamused. Klarion ignored her, jumping through the portal with a laugh. “I just have to find the right costume.”


Despite your misgivings, you found yourself leaning against the wall of the school gym, watching the dance. You fidgeted for the fairy costume that M’gann convinced you to wear itched and was tight in some places. M’gann, Conner, and Wally were dancing on the dance floor after giving up trying to get you to join in.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to join in, but the amount of people in the room made you too nervous to leave the security of the wall. The room was uncomfortable hot, and eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. Slipping out of the gym, you stepped outside for some air. The night was still with the full moon shining brightly in the sky.

Just when you were thinking about heading back to the cave, a voice called out to you. “Hello, my love. I was looking for you.” You froze at the voice, recognizing it immediately even though you couldn’t see it’s origin.

“Klarion, what are you doing here?” you asked with a hint of enthusiasm in your voice. You looked around, frowning when he didn’t appear. 

He waited for a second before fading in next to you. Teekl was perched on his shoulder, meowing in greeting. “I am here to court you, (Y/N).” Your eyes widened when you took in the sight of his vampire costume.

“Well, I give you points for trying to blend in, but we can’t do this,” you argued, taking a step away from him while glancing around you to see if anyone was around. You had to admit though, his vampire costume was impressive. He actually made his pale white skin look like makeup. Klarion was really trying.

“Why can’t we?” he asked playfully, closing the distance you tried to make in between the two of you. Teekl meowed her confusion at your refusal. He stopped when his face was inches from yours. 

You swallowed hard, trying to gather the flitting thoughts in your head. “Because the team is already suspicious for what happen in New York, and since you’re working for the Light, it wouldn’t be right.”

“Ha,” he sniffed, turning up his nose. “I do not work for the Light. I only support them because it provides me with something fun to do. I am a lord of chaos, after all.” Teekl meowed in agreement.

“Well, I care about being part of the team,” you retorted, not liking how he rolled his eyes at your words. “I can’t be courted by you while you are working for the Light.”

Klarion frowned deeply, his hand grabbing your arm to pull you against him. “You realize we exist outside of their pathetic mortal conflict, my love. Nothing that happens in this conflict will have any effect on us in the long run.”

“I’m not immortal, Klarion,” you snapped, frowning when he chuckled at you.

“Oh, my love, you understand nothing about being the love of a lord of chaos, do you?” Teekl meowed in amusement, jumping off of Klarion’s shoulder to rub against your leg. They were successful trapping you between them. 

“I can’t do this, Klarion. I’m sorry,” you apologized, trying to get away from him, but your body refused to move. Part of you knew you had to reject him, but another part wanted to accept him.  

“My beautiful (Y/N), how about we make a deal?” Klarion offered. His hand let go of your arm to rest on your cheek. Your skin burned at his touch. “If you accompany me tonight in courtship, I will give you certain information about the Light.”

You froze, studying him in confusion. “You will?” Teekl meowed in confirmation as she continued to rub against your leg. You thought about it as the part of you who knew you should say no decided to change it’s answer to yes. “Fine, but only if you uphold your end of the bargain.” You reasoned that if anyone found out you could say you did this for information, therefore it wouldn’t betray the team.

“Good,” Klarion cooed, smiled at you as his thumb traced your lips. “Let us be away then for I have a lot planned for tonight.” He dropped his hand from your face to grab yours while opening a portal with his free hand.  Teekl walked in between the two of you. “I appreciate your fairy costume, (Y/N).”

“Thanks,” you said, wondering if it was really a complement. “I appreciate your vampire costume too.” He smiled brightly at you before pulling you through the portal. 


Klarion could be quite charming when he wanted to be. He took you everywhere from a party held by ghosts in a old castle to a movie theater to see all the Exorcist movies. You never met a ghost before, nor did you ever see the Exorcist movies, but it was a night filled with new experiences.

Before you knew it, Klarion teleported you back to Happy Harbor. The sun was rising, making you realize what the time was and how worried everyone must be. 

“I have to get back,” you stated as you both walked out of the portal. You held Teekl in your arms, letting her jump down. “I have a wonderful time, Klarion.”

“As you should have had, my love,” Klarion replied, grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips. You blushed at the touch before pulling away from him.

“I really have to go. Everyone’s probably worried about me,” you whispered, stepping forward to press a light kiss on his cheek. “We should do this again.” You turned to leave only for Klarion to catch your arm to stop you.

“What about my end of our bargain?” Klarion asked, frowning when you shook your head. Teekl meowed, repeating Klarion’s question. 

“No, it wouldn’t be right,” you admitted. You felt a little guilty as if you used him, which you did in part if only so it didn’t feel like you were betraying the team. 

“Nevertheless, a bargain is a bargain,” Klarion confirmed, pursing his lips in thought. Teekl meowed, suggesting what he should tell you. 

“Wait, what do you know about Red Arrow?” you asked, having understood what Teekl had said. Klarion and Teekl shared a look before a devious smile grew onto Klarion’s face. He pulled you back to him, holding you close as he whispered into your ear.

Your eyes went wide as Klarion told you the secret of Red Arrow’s origin. The blood drained out of your face. “You’re kidding? Please tell me you’re kidding,” you begged, shaking your head as tears stung your eyes. “They couldn’t do that…” You looked at Klarion for a denial, but he just smiled at you. “No…no.”

“Now (Y/N), may we make plans for next time, or should I drop in on you again?” Klarion asked, not noticing the horror on your face. Teekl meowed at him to pay attention, but he didn’t listen. 

“No,” you gasped, tears falling down your cheeks. Klarion noticed your distress finally, frowning at your upset. “I don’t know if I can be around you anymore. Not when the Light did that to Roy. He doesn’t even know.”

“As I said before (Y/N) what happens in this conflict between the justice babies and the Light means nothing to us,” Klarion justified, his frown deepened when you backed away from him. 

“I have to go,” you sobbed, running away from him. Klarion started to cast a spell to stop you, but Teekl meowed at him to stop.

“What? I’m not going to let my (Y/N) walk away from me,” Klarion pouted at Teekl. Teekl meowed back at him, explaining the situation.

“They do not need space, they need me,” Klarion retorted as Teekl meowed at him some more. “Fine, I’ll let them deal with what we told them.” He held out his arms, letting Teekl jump into them as he opened a portal. “I don’t see why it’s so dramatic.” Teekl shook her head, knowing it will be some time until Klarion was ready to enter a complete and full relationship with you. 


You stumbled into the cave about an hour later, still shaken to the core. Your fairy costume was tattered from falling so many times on your way back because you were so distracted by the turmoil inside your heart. 

“(Y/N), where have you been?” Batman demanded, having run into the room once you entered the cave. The rest of the team was right behind him. You gave him a blank look, taking several shaking breaths.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” M’gann asked gently, sensing the turmoil inside your head. You shook your head as a tear escaped your eye. M’gann stepped forward, catching you when you fell to your knees. 

Eventually, M’gann was able to get you into the medical bay by guiding you to your feet. Batman and Black Canary were there waiting for you to speak as Red Tornado tended to your wounds from falling so many times. M’gann left you alone with them after sending you encouragement over the mental link. 

It took a bit, but you told them the whole story about your “relationship” with Klarion. You described how he approached you last night and how he bargained he would tell you a secret about the Light if you went with him. Losing the ability to speak, you struggled to tell them what Klarion had said.

“You are safe here, (Y/N),” Black Canary reassured you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Tell us what he said.”

“He…he said that Red Arrow was a clone,” you whispered, noting the shocked looks on Batman and Black Canary’s faces followed by the looks of disbelief. “Klarion said Lex Luthor cloned Red Arrow when he captured the original Speedy three years ago. They programmed Red Arrow to follow their plans.”

The three leagues all traded looks, sensing the truth behind your statement. “Are you sure he was telling the truth?” Batman demanded, his voice rough from the impact of the revelation.

“Yes, he wouldn’t lie to me,” you admitted, blushing when Black Canary raised an eyebrow at you. You knew deep in your soul Klarion would never lie to you. As you told Batman, Red Tornado, and Black Canary the truth, you could feel the time line shifting as it started on a new course. One that would bring you and Klarion even closer together, but neither of you knew it yet.  

Summary: JD succeeds in his plan to kill Heather McNamara, but Heather doesn’t want to move on just yet.

I’ve just been drowning in ideas for these two so lets start here

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JD hadn’t told Veronica about his next hit, but the opportunity was too perfect to pass up.

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Oh my god Emma how horrible of you to see that his tattoo is a bee! That is just so hurtful to him!! Green and blue is so horrible!! Antis are all scrambling to try and prove it's not a bee but if it actually was a fly or another insect we would just be like okay thats an interesting fly tattoo, moving on.

once i thought harry’s thigh tat was a seashell and when i discovered that it’s actually a tiger, i somehow managed to keep breathing.

i think i’ll be able to do it again…….since, ya know, believe it or not, the ugly insects that harry chooses to get tattooed on his body have no impact on my life whatsoever. if it turns out to be a fly, or a wasp, or a cicada, or whatever else the antis are yelling it is in between sobbing and wiping away the snot that’s running down their faces, i will inhale and exhale just like always.

Secrets: Prologue

Summary: A broken promise. A lost memory. A heart torn in two. When Juvia Lockser, S-class assassin of Phantom Lord is given her toughest mission ever, her world changes completely. Upon meeting the cheerful Prince Natsu Dragneel and his enticing bodyguard Gray Fullbuster, she learns that everyone has secrets. Some of them lying within her own past as well. Gruvia. AU.

Genre: Adventure, Romance, Action, Angst, Tragedy

Main Pairings: Gruvia, NaLu

Side Pairings: Jerza, Gajevy, Zervis

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three

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