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?
“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.
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
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
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!
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.
Looking up with your pleading eyes, you tried to calm Jimin down.
“Jimin, please. Calm down a little bit, you’re going to wake up Jihyun-”
Ignoring your words, he hissed again. “Answer my question, Y/N! Is Jihyun my son?!”
Averting your eyes from him, you looked down at your lap. “Y-Yes.”
You heard how his breath hitched in his throat. Too scared to look at him, you closed your eyes and tried to fight back the tears.
“How could you?”
Flinching at his broken voice, you turned your head towards his crouched body, his head placed in his hands as his hot tears rolled down his face.
“I.. I had to.”
Hearing your answer, Jimin angrily stood up from his crouching position and yanked you up from the sofa, slamming your body against the wall. “You had to?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You took my child away from me, Y/N!”
“I can’t believe it! How could you do this, Y/N!?”
“Please, listen to me-”
“You’re selfish, Y/N! You’re-”
“I could’ve died, Jimin!”
Jimin’s head snapped up at your words. Now it was you’re time to let go of your tears.
“W-What do you mean?”
↳ Flashback: Three years ago..
“Please, Dr. Jung! Save my baby! Please tell me that my baby is okay, I’m begging you..”
Looking away from the ultrasound monitor, he met your eyes with his hesitant ones and smiled. “You’re baby is absolutely fine, Y/N.”
Releasing the breath you were holding in, you covered your face with your hands and started sobbing because of the relief and happiness.
“But there is still a problem..”
When you heard the the doctor’s words, you felt like you were slammed against a wall. Removing your hands from your face, you asked. “W-What?”
Taking a deep breath, your doctor looked seriously into your scared and teary eyes. “Giving birth to your baby could kill you, Y/N..”
Frozen, you looked at your doctor’s face. “I.. W- Wha- Why?”
“There is a 50 percent chance that your heart won’t be able to handle the labour, Y/N.”
In that moment, you felt like your heart stopped beating. You watched how Dr. Jung wrapped his hand around yours, the somewhat comforting smile on his face making you feel even more sad.
“Think positive, Y/N! There is still a 50 percent chance that you both will be fine at the end! You have to be strong! For you and for your baby! And I will do whatever I can to heal your heart, I promise!”
Smiling slightly at him, you squeezed his hand thankfully. “Thank you so much, Dr. Jung..”
Smiling back at you, he stood up and gathered his belongings, ready to leave the hospital room.
Just before he stepped away from side, your grip around his hand tightened and he looked back at you with confused eyes.
“Could you please do me a favor, Dr. Jung?”
↳ End of Flashback
“I had no other choice, Jimin. I told him to tell Taehyung that the baby died..”
Looking up from your hands, you observed Jimin’s frozen face.
“Jimin, I couldn’t do that to you.. If I had told you this, you would’ve been very sad and I didn’t want to do that to you.. It destroyed me, and I didn’t want to destroy you too..”
“I would have been by your side, Y/N.. We could’ve fight trough this together..”
Leaning your head back against the wall, you closed your eyes and whispered in between your sobs. “I know.. I know..”
When you felt Jimin’s soft lips on your forehead, your crying intensified and you your weak knees gave up on you, making you fall on the ground.
Sitting down with you, Jimin wrapped his arms tightly around your body and mumbled in between his own sobs. “Please, don’t run away from me anymore, Y/N. I want to be by your side.. I want to be able to hug you, kiss you and hold you as much as I want. I want to be with my son, I want to make up those three years to him, tell him that I’m his father and live happily as a family.. Please don’t take this away from me again.. I wouldn’t be able to survive this pain for the second time..”
Reaching out for his face, you placed a soft and meaningful kiss on his forehead. Stroking his cheeks gently, you whispered. “I’m sorry, Jimin..”
Confused, Jimin leaned back. “W-What?”
Before you could say anything, you heard the opening sound of your apartment door and the voice that belonged to the person who supported you for the past three years.
“Jagiya, I’m home!”
A/N:Dun dun dun! Ahh, what have I done.. Please don’t hate me guys! It’s just.. I really like cliffhangers.. I hope you like it and let me know what you think about it!~ And thank you so much for all the support and love you’re showing this series! I really appreciate it! <3
@laurenron request: Can you do a Roman Godfrey x reader imagine. She’s anxious, but when she finds out she’s pregnant, with romans child, she runs away. Ending being angst, but they’re together
You let out a sob when you read ‘Pregnant’ on the pregnancy test you took. Ever since you started dating roman Godfrey he told you he didn’t want to have kids. Because he was an upir there was going to be a good chance that his children were going. He told you what happened to his cousin Letha and how she died giving birth to his child. Because of that Roman didn’t want you to have the same fate as her and axed the idea of having anyone children.
“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.
“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.
“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.
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.
Summary: You reflect on your time with Finnick while preparing for your wedding.
A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, I wrote it and then hated it so I rewrote it….
You sat in your room in District 13, looking into the mirror but not seeing your reflection. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the simple, but elegant white dress laying on your bed. Today was the day. You were finally marrying Finnick, the love of your life.
As you pinned up your hair in a loose fashion, you remembered how it all had started.
Y/N L/N, the winner if the 70th Hunger Games, a 17 year old girl from District 8. The orphan who managed to win it all. Only a year after your “victory” you were returning to the overwhelming sound and color of the Capitol as the youngest mentor in the history of the games. Your own mentor, James, had died suddenly two months before, leaving you to try and keep the new tributes alive.
Winning the Hunger Games was more of a curse than a blessing. Everyone spoke about be grateful for surviving, for getting to go home. No one ever told the tributes about the nightmares, the loneliness, and the blackmail. It forced you to grow up fast, and alone. If you had let anyone into your heart, they would have been astonished by your strength, by how you managed to get out of your bed each day after reliving your final moments in the arena every night.
But you didn’t let anyone in. Becoming quiet, you did your best to balance being kind to the tributes with not making an attachment. It was too hard. They were your friends, your peers. It just made it all the harder when you had to say goodbye on the morning of the games. All you could do was hug them tight and hope they would listen to your advice.
They did not. The boy died at the cornucopia within ten minutes of the countdown, and the girl just hours later, hunted by a career pack. You didn’t watch the rest of the games. For the first day, you were locked away from the world, crying. When you fell into a restless sleep, you could only dream of the boy from District 2 with his hands around your throat. You tossed and turned, as you remembered grabbing a rock and with the last vestiges of strength, hitting him. Hitting him over and over and over again as you cried.
You woke, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face. Shaking, you dressed and took a walk through the slightly less crowded streets of the Capitol. The people were so consumed with watching the large public screens that no one took notice of you. Well, almost no one.
A very handsome, but equally broken man had just made a deal with some sponsors when he saw you.
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.)
(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.
Originally Published At waywardwrites.WordPress.com BY ME
(not the LARP camp I work at, but the one I volunteer at- the high-immersion one for teens up in the mountains)
One time, I really really wanted to scare the shit out of the kids. So, I dressed up as a spooky ghost lady. My friend did skull-like makeup on me, I wore a long white dress, and I took my hair down (brown, and waist-length). I had my hair over my face, and then I put on a veil.
A bit after one in the morning, I started singing ring around the rosy in a slow, high-pitched voice in the woods outside their camp. The kid on watch woke everyone else up, and they proceeded to half freak out trying to figure out what was going on. I couldn’t see for shit, since it was dark and I wasn’t wearing my glasses, so I had to feel out every step I took, which allowed me to do a creepy, jerky, zombie-ish stumble.
I entered their camp, and they were all huddled in the center, pointing swords at me and trying to decide if I was friendly or not. I approached them until I was maybe 5 feet away from the group. One of the girls steps out in front, holding out her hand to me and saying “it’s ok, we don’t want to hurt you-” as soon as she got close enough to almost touch me, I RIPPED OF MY VEIL AND SCREAMED AS LOUD AS I COULD RIGHT IN HER FACE
and THE WHOLE GROUP JUST FELL OVER
like 8 or 9 kids just tumbling to the ground it was hilarious
a fellow volunteer later told me it looked like a fus ro dah
anyway I kept haunting their camp for a while, basically stumbling vaguely towards them while they scrambled away, and I was singing whatever bits of songs I could remember that sounded vaguely creepy, such as
-ring around the rosy
-johnny cash (hurt, ain’t no grave)
-green fields of france
-the Halo 3 theme
-bookends (simon and garfunkel)
-spooky scary skeletons
i’d sing really high-pitched and slow, and on the long notes i’d slide out of tune
and they kept mishearing what I was singing as SO MUCH CREEPIER THAN IT ACTUALLY WAS
one time I dropped down and did a rapid spidery crawl (like the girl from the Ring) at them and they FREAKED
I couldn’t do it for too long because i kept stepping on my hair.
There were multiple teenagers crying. One actually went and took himself out-of-game because he was so freaked. It was beautiful.
(don’t worry, they had fun).
at one point, the only other adult in camp (the plot lead, who was with the teens at the time, playing as himself, but he totally knew the spoopy ghost thing was coming) decided to try and take me down, and ran up to me and grabbed me, literally lifting me from the ground
i was like ????? because we hadn’t had enough time to discuss the spoopy ghost lady’s abilities- i.e. if I could take more than the normal amount of sword blows before dropping, if I could deal any damage (I couldn’t, I was literally unarmed) so I was like well, idk wtf to do here, so i just turned around and screamed in his face until he put me down, and he told me later that him releasing me wasn’t acting, he was literally too paralyzed to do anything
it was hella fun, so about a year later I decided to bring back the spoopy ghost lady (the kids had decided to call her Ashes). I approached the camp again and started singing and i hear “GODDAMN IT! FUCK! FUCKING SHIT!” etc. and I walked in and started my spoopy routine again (afterwords, someone told me that they were literally just talking about me and that one of them had looked at her watch and said “Ashes showed up at about 1:30 last time” and literally right then I started singing).
Highlights from the second time include:
-one of them gave me a fucking sword for no goddamn reason, and then proceeded to attack me. So I knocked him out and threw the sword at him.
- “She’s not that scary, she’s not that scary, she’s not- *I turn and look at him* FUCK”
- *standing over body of unconscious kid* “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM”
- *I stumble towards him* “FUCK NEVERMIND YOU CAN HAVE HIM” *runs away*
- “she’s gonna do the thing she’s gonna do the thing she’s-” *I drop down and spider crawl at them* “FUCK SHIT I TOLD YOU SHE’S DOING IT”
- kid: “Tell me what you want, what you really want!” me: *internally suppresses urge to go so tell me what you want, what you really really want*
- fellow volunteer (who had decided to join the kid’s camp as himself, literally so he could be there to watch me spoop) tries to sneak up behind me, I wrap my veil around his neck and “choke” him (not really, but it looked real)
-next day at checkout, when I walk up to the group (not in costume, duh) to see them off: “fuck you Katt”
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.”
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—“
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
“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
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
“Since you ruined my nail polish, I’ll ruin your whole look with nail
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
shook her head and forced her head down.
wouldn’t ruin their wedding.
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.
couldn’t ruin their wedding.
if the bride is ruining her life.
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
truly looked unhappy.
wouldn’t. She couldn’t.
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
for Scarlett, Anthony, Sebastian, or anyone else.
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,
object to this marriage.”
Y/N looked at Chris who seemed almost … relieved.
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.
ruined my wedding!” Jenny shrieked, racing towards the two, but was quickly
stopped by Sebastian, who glowered menacingly at her.
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.
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 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.
Request: Hi can i pls request a wonder woman x reader pls? Where u r dating diana n in good speaking terms with the rest of other superheroes. But u n diana broke up n didnt see each other for years. U two meet again but by then diana has slowly develop feeling 4 another but she also still loves u. So when u r back in town, it was kinda angst between u two. Pls do this.
(Y/N) and Diana honestly couldn’t imagine their life any better than it was now. They had been dating for quite some time now and everything seemed like a movie. They both had jobs they loved, life was good and were in love with one another.
In the beginning, Diana had been a bit skeptical of telling (Y/N) she was Wonder Woman and dragging them into her superhero life but after telling them her secret and introducing them to the team, she would have thought (Y/N) was in heaven.
(Y/N) had become immediate friends with Barry and Clark constantly seen with the two. Bruce despite acting cold and standoffish towards them at first couldn’t help but grow to love them and even Arthur would crack a smile at (Y/N)’s corny jokes. So, it was clear to say the entire team approved of (Y/N) and they loved the little group of superheroes. Everything seemed to be perfect but after a while (Y/N) noticed Diana becoming distant.
(Y/N) doesn’t know why but the goddess began acting strange around them, not hanging out on weekends like they usually do, being short and concise during conversations and (Y/N) doesn’t know what to think.
They ask the Barry and Bruce about it but they say it’s probably just stress and to give her some it time. (Y/N) simply agrees, knowing the stress of their girlfriend’s secret job and decides to go on with life.
It was a Friday night, (Y/N) was sitting with Barry in the team’s secret lair, playing with some of Bruce’s weapons. Barry attempts to shoot one of the grappling hooks and scares himself in the process when it pops out causing (Y/N) to snort with laughter right as Diana walks in.
“What the freaking h-oh! Hi, Diana!” Barry greets, wide smile growing as he attempts to put fix the hook.
She gives a small huff of air as a small smile grows on her face before turning to (Y/N). “Hello, Barry, do you mind if I talk to (Y/N) for a moment?”
Barry shrugs his shoulder before chuckling. “Can’t say no.”
Diana gives a thankful nod and (Y/N) stands from their spot, following her into the next room and she closes the door behind them. “What’s up?” (Y/N) questions as they look into her chocolate eyes and she purses her lips before looking at the ground.
“I need to tell you something.” Diana utters quietly and (Y/N) suddenly becomes concerned at her tone and what she’s about to tell them. Diana sighs, looking everywhere but them. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come down here anymore.”
(Y/N)’s face scrunches up in confusion at the brunet’s words. “What…why?”
“It’s not safe, you’re going to get hurt… and I think it’s best we stop seeing each other.” Diana states, tone much softer, almost inaudible but (Y/N) hears it and anger mixed with hurt runs through their body as tears begin to form in their eyes.
“I can take care of myself…” (Y/N) declares shakily, struggling to keep their emotions in. “Is that why you’ve been so distant lately because you wanted to break up with me?” Diana doesn’t respond as she looks anywhere but (Y/N) not wanting to see the hurt in their eyes and tears slip down their face. “But don’t you think I’m the safest with you five on my side?” (Y/N) questions and Diana shakes her head.
“(Y/N), please… stop. It’s for your own good.” Diana utters out as tears begin to well up in her eyes and (Y/N) can’t help but wish Diana would look at them. (Y/N) shakes their head, tears beginning to flow freely from their eyes and they quickly run to the door as a sob finally overtakes them. “(Y/N), wait…” Diana tries but they quickly escape her desperate hands, rushing out the door.
(Y/N) runs as their body shakes with each sob, wanting to get as far away from this place as possible and Barry catches them sobbing while running away causing concern to take over for his best friend. “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” He questions with worry as he quickly stands, following them.
“Go away, Barry.” (Y/N) whimpers out as they run towards the exit and he slowly comes to a stop as they disappear behind the door.
Barry turns to see Diana with tears pooling in her own eyes. “Are they coming back?” Barry asks quietly and Diana simply shakes her head before turning around.
“No… they aren’t.”
It had been about a year and a half since Diana and (Y/N) broke up and they hadn’t spoken a word to each other. Diana slowly began to fall for another person and life went on but nothing felt the same without (Y/N). She knew the team was pretty upset about (Y/N) leaving, Barry was the most upset out of all of them and she felt horrible for running his best friend away but none of them held anything against her for that, and she was grateful.
Diana walks the streets of Paris, shopping around at the small little stores when she freezes in her tracks. She watches as (Y/N) is in front of her, buying some sunflowers when they turn meeting her eyes. She can only stare as their beautiful orbs widen with surprise and she had forgotten how perfect they looked after all this time and the butterflies she got with them.
She slowly walks up to them and they let her, not moving. “Hey.” Diana greets and she can see (Y/N) forcing out a smile.
“Hey.” (Y/N) returns quietly and Diana awkwardly smiles before gently gesturing to them.
“How’ve you been?” (Y/N) purses their lips, looking away from the goddess.
“I’ve been better.” (Y/N) confesses sadly and Diana has to resist herself from grabbing them and hugging them tightly, knowing why they aren’t great. “What about you?”
Before Diana can respond a tall beautiful blonde woman bounces up next to her, gently linking her arm with her own causing (Y/N)’s face to drop more, if it were possible. “There you are! I was looking for you.” The blonde says with a bright smile before looking at (Y/N). “Who’s this?”
Diana looks to (Y/N) with wide eyes as she tries to come up with what to say when they politely smile, holding out their hand. “I’m just an old friend of Diana.”
You were more than just a friend, Diana sadly thinks as she looks at (Y/N) who’s eyes are swimming with something unreadable. “Well, it’s nice to meet you! We should go, sweetie. We’re going to miss our reservations.” The blonde states and (Y/N) sends a sad smile.
“I don’t want to keep you two waiting.” (Y/N) says before looking at Diana. “Say ‘Hi’ to Barry for me. I miss him.”
Diana nods and (Y/N) slowly begins to walk away. “Hey, (Y/N).” They stop, turning to her and Diana gives a small smile. “I miss you. You should come by sometime.”
A sad smile spreads on (Y/N)’s face as they look at the ground. “Goodbye, Diana.” They return as they slowly turn around, merging into the crowd.
Diana knows the blonde next to her is saying something but she can’t find herself to care. She stares at the spot (Y/N) was standing moments ago, wishing they were hers again. Wishing they would come back and wishing she said, ‘I love you’ instead of ‘I miss you’.
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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.
hi i really love you so much and this is my first time sending you an ask hahaha. So uhm can you do an hc where jm is afraid of commitments but jk promised he won't hurt him. And jm at first was afraid because jk's known for playing around with everyone. But he fell inlove with him when he saw that jk really has changed. But then one day he saw jk kissing a girl. They broke up and after 6 months they met again. With a lot of angst please and ending depends on you :) ty again and i love you!
+ “Lets date .” Jungkook says sitting next to Jimin at one of the outside tables by thr libaray. Jimin looks up in shock as Jungkook smiles at him.
+ “No. I’m sorry.” Jimin says softly before turning back to his work. Jungkook frowns as he shakes his head in confusion. “Why not?” “Well for starters you’re not shy from two timing Jungkook.” Jimin says typing on his lap top “and I just don’t… do relationships.”
+ “That two timing thing happened when I was younger. I’m a new man Jimin.” Jungkook says. Jimin sighs as he pauses his typing. Jimin looks at Jungkook. “I can’t commit ok, espiecally if I have doubts. Sorry Jungkook, just drop it.”
+ Jungkook scoffs and walks off, leaving his science partner behind. Jimin sighs before going back to work. Jungkook paces by his dorms as he rubs his chin. “I’m just going to have to prove myself to him. Show him in serious.”
+ Jungkook cut out partying and campus was in a uproar about it. Jungkook never missed a party, he was the life of it! Jungkook groans as he looks through classmates snap chat stories, it looked lit. However, he stayed back to finish up his side of the project so when Jimin meets him later he is impressed with his work. Also asks for another date, cause not going to the party showed Jimin he is a new man!
+ “people don’t change over night Jungkook.” Jimin says with a frown. Jungkook matches him while Jimin looks away twirling his pencil. “Just one act, that won’t sway me.”
+ Jungkook works out to pump his frustration out. But if Jimin wants more then one act, then he will show him. No more partying, period. Jungkook cut that out, even didnt talk to his fellow party goers as much. No more drinking and no more weed. Sex? What is sex? All hook ups and booty calls are disconnected from him, cause Jungkook has his eyes on Jimin.
+ Jungkook spends time studying, making sure he is in view of Jimin who also study’s on these party nights. Jimin frowns as he sees Jungkooks phone keep flashing but the younger ignores it. Jimin smiles softly and shakes his head.
+ 30 days, and nothing. Jungkook has changed his whole schedule, turn down offers of sin, study his ass off, fuck even volunteer at the soup kitchen and nothing with Jimin. Jungkook wakes up and does his new routine like clock work for another five days.
+ “So, that date.” Jungkook looks up in shock from his laptop to Jimin smiling shyly down at him. “Is it still available?” Jungkook blinks before smiling “yeah.”
+ The date is perfect, they laugh and have a great time. Jungkook even walks Jimin to his apartment steps, their Good night was a hug before the split, shocking Jimin who expected Jung Kook to try to score.
+ Trust grew after that along with more dates. And they where happy. Jimin giggle as Jungkook whispers to him a joke. God does he love Jimin’s laugh. The most they have done is hold hands and hugs, shocking Jimin cause it seems like the brat is letting him set the pace. Jimin smiles when he thinks about it. Jungkook is such a good guy.
+ Jungkook and Jimin where hanging out when Taehyung bounce over with a smile. “Soooo we are having a big blow out for Mingu’s birthday. Since this is his last year. I know you two dont really party but since he is a good friend to all of us I figured you’d come?”
+ Jungkook and Jimin wished they didnt come. Jungkook ended up slipping back into his natural party boy life for just one moment. Jungkook took one to many shots and Jimin watch him spiral down. Jimin looks away for one moment, finding a bathroom and when he comes back, Jungkook is kissing a girl. Jimin sobs on the spot before running away. Jungkook is cheering with others who are unaware of what happened, but Taehyung chases after Jimin while Hoseok pulls Jungkook aside to scold him.
+ “Jimin, we need to talk.” Jungkook pleas chasing Jimin down 3 says after the party. “Baby please lets-” “Don’t you baby me Jeon Jungkook!” Jimin turns around furiously before jabbing Jungkook’s chest “you fucking cheated! End of story! You just couldn’t help but take my trust and smash it against her lips!” “It was a mistake!” Jungkook says “I dont even remember her! I was drunk, if I wasn’t-”
+ “oh, so being drunk makes it ok right!? No, what I think happen was that you wanted me, so you made a whole show to get me to fall for you! Guess What! It did! I let my guard down cause i was so sure you changed! But you’re still a player! So once you had me you figure you didnt have to play good boy anymore! Well fuck you Jeon Jungkook!” Jimin screams shoving Jungkook “Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! I wish I never partnered up with you in science!”
+ After that Jungkook felt a void in his chest. So deep Jungkook sobbing in his room, ignoring the phone going off beside him of worried friends. Jungkook stayed in his room for a few days, texting Jimin to reconsider ever couple of hours. Jimin leaves him on read and Jungkook’s throat feels raw.
+ “ I fucked up.” Jungkook whispers a week later with a soju bottle in hand as Yoongi lights a blunt next to him. “I fucking… I should have never drank that much. We should have never gone in the first place.” Yoongi groans as he passes the weed over. “You kissed someone, that’s on you. Winning back Jimin’s trust isn’t easy and maybe impossible. But try it’s better then you crying every ten minutes.”
+ It doesn’t work. Nothing does. Jungkook tried his best to get close to Jimin again. Even if it’s just tollerence, but Jimin doesn’t budge. Jungkook finds himself fading as Jimin ignores him, blocks him, avoids him. Jungkook spirals down in his room, bottles and blunt wrappers the only thing keeping him going.
+ Jimin graduates and Jungkook sobs in his room, wishing he could of saved them when Jimin was still here.
+ Jungkook doesn’t see Jimin again until five years later down town at some bar. Jungkook walk in with a couple friends from work, while Jimin was huddle around co workers who are celebrating a win in their department. Jungkook stares in awe as Jimin smiles brightly as his co workers. Jimin is still beautiful and Jungkook feels his chest tighten again.
+ Jungkook excuses himself to the bathroom when Jimin goes. Jungkook feels nervous, always thinking of Jimin every once in a while. How long it took him how to get over Jimin (1 year) or get to a point where he didn’t want to cry. To letting the make fade to the background of his mind before moments make him think of him. Jungkook wonders how Jimin will react to seeing him. Happy? Sad? Angry?
+ Jungkook walks in to see Jimin leaning against the counter with his phone out, texting something. Jungkook holds his breath when Jimin looks up and puts his phone away. “Jungkook, it’s been a long time.” Jimin says holding out his hand. Jungkook nods while he grips Jimin’s hand. It’s soft like it was in the past, when it was his to hold.
+ “To long.” Jungkook says softly. Jimin eyes shift before the elder pulls his hand away slowly. “You got into the computer engineering you wanted?” Jungkook asks. Jimin smiles and nods. “I did, and You? Did you get into marketing like you wanted?” “Not quite, I’m doing graphic design.”
+ There is a pause as they both take each other in. Jimin nods as he crosses his arms. “Right, well, it was nice seeing you again Jungkook.” Jimin says making his way to the door and Jungkook feels a wave of panic he use to have when Jimin left the first time.
+ “Lets date?” Jungkook spits out, surprising both of them. Jimin turns to face Jungkook who is blushing. “I mean… let’s stay in touch?” Jimin pauses as he fiddles with the door handle. “Last time, you cheated.” “It’s been five years since. I’m not the same college fuck up.” Jungkook says shaking his head looking at Jimin “and I just….couldnt handle fucking us up again.”
+ Jimin turns to Jungkook who seems to be holding back tears. Jimin looks him over again before facing the door. Jungkook hold his breath ready for Jimin to walk out of his life once again. Jimin turns around to Jungkook.
+ “ok… but not a date. Just two friends catching up.” Jimin says. Jungkook looks up in shock and Jimin seems to bite his lower lip in hesitation. Jungkook nods. “Ok…ok yeah. That sounds good.”
+ The next week they meet up at the bar. Then keep meeting up and keep meeting up until Jimin breaks the silence to ask Jungkook to be his. Jungkook says yes.
Demetri Volturi X Marcus’ Adopted Daughter! Reader
Demetri Volturi X Marcus’ Adopted Daughter! Reader
.From the very first moment he brought your swaddled up self into the throne room to introduce you to the rest of the court and guards, Marcus knew you were no longer his daughter. No longer the child that should’ve been his and Didyme’s. Instead, you were his – the vampire across the room with golden locks, angular features, and darkening eyes that locked on your tiny form. Demetri had found his mate in Marcus’ newborn, adopted daughter.
.Marcus’ eyes watered with venom as he watched your eyes meet Demetri’s, tilting your head to the side curiously. No one else seemed to notice… but he did. And it broke his heart. He had only had you for a few hours and already you were being taken from him just like his late wife.
.But then, as you smiled a toothless smile and the vampire it was directed at smiled brightly in return, he could feel a change. This bond that had formed between the two of you had already grown strong. Stronger than any bond he had ever witnessed before – more so than Edward and Bella’s, more so than even his and Didyme’s. And it brought a smile to his face for the first time and many centuries. If he couldn’t have his happy ending, then you definitely would.
.Marcus walked over to Demetri and handed you to him. You immediately clung onto Demetri’s form, choosing to show on his marble finger that stroked your cheek in awe. “I assume you’ll take good care of her, Demetrius?” Demetri nodded his head quickly, not even bothering to look away from his newborn mate. “With all of whatever’s left of my undead heart, master.”
.Ever since that moment, he would tote you around, close to his chest with your small head buried in the crook of his neck. Unfortunately, that drew a lot of attention from young women who would tour the castle. They would start to flirt with him, telling him he’s so good with kids. You would start to furrow your eye brows and pout each time they would approach. When they would nonchalantly brush against his hand with their or touch his shoulder, your usually quiet and calm self would burst. You would start to wail and scream, pulling at the girl’s hair roughly when she came too close. Demetri would pat your back with a fond smile, trying to calm down your jealousy.
.”Sorry, signora, but if my little (Y/N) here doesn’t like you,” he would turn his eyes away from you for the first time since to flash her a blinding smile. “I don’t either.” Each of the girls would stomp away angrily, cursing the small baby that seemed to have him wrapped around her tiny fingers. But, you wouldn’t have to worry about them for the rest of your life because each time, their blood was put to good use soon after.
.Demetri had also stopped drinking any female’s blood, considering it a crime to look at, let alone touch any girl but you. And he especially wouldn’t allow anyone else (especially other men) to hold you – except Marcus because Demetri didn’t really have a choice in the matter – but everyone else was forbidden from touching his mate.
.When Demetri was on missions and Marcus had his daughter back, he would allow Felix to play with you. “Wow, you don’t do much, do you, tiny human?” You would reply with tiny gurgles and clap your hands with a squeal. “Well, at least you’re better company than Demetri…..wait, don’t tell him I said that!!! …… oh wait – ha, you’re a baby, you can’t talk!” “Demeepitee!!!!” “AHHHHHH YOU CAN TALK!”
.You were very well educated because your father wanted the best for you. So as a young child you would explain excitedly to Demetri about all that you had learned. Demetri would pretend that he had no idea about any of the things you learned, making you feel so smart. He would rest his head in his hand, staring at you with goo goo eyes as you pointed out things in your textbooks. He would ask all the right questions to keep you talking.
.But when you came back from one of your lessons sobbing, with a flushed face and trembling hands, Demetri automatically knelt down beside you, gently but firmly asking what was wrong. He had never seen his beautiful mate so sad. It turns out you were learning about Hitler and were horrified about all the people he had hurt and killed. Once Demetri heard your declaration of how you were so scared of people that would kill other people like that, the venom in his face drained down to the pit of his stomach immediately. He was horrified at himself, of what you would think of him when you found out the truth.
.He started to kill his victims as quickly as possible, not bothering to play with his food anymore because of the guilt. He wanted your approval, even if that meant you would want him to drink animal blood. He grimaced in disgust at the thought, but he would do it.
.Once you found out, when you were twelve, your father sat you down with himself and Demetri. Demetri slowly started to work you into the idea of vampires, but your father quickly ripped the bandaid off, so to speak. “(Y/N), we are vampires. We drink human blood.” Demetri hard core cringed. Especially, when your mouth dropped open with wide eyes, turning to Demetri for some sort of reassurance.
. “Yes, me too, Mia cara.” Demetri said sadly, awaiting your reaction. You fled. You knocked over stuff in your way, hiding in a closet in one of the unused corridors. Demetri was about to give up and go after you, but Marcus stopped him. “She needs more time. Everything heart breaking needs time, Demetrius.”
.It was even worse for Demetri, however. He could feel the heaviness of your tenor, weighing down with sadness and betrayal. With the fact that he knew exactly where you were hiding yet wasn’t allowed to go to you under your father’s orders, was unbearable.
.So he waited. Late into the night when everyone else was off doing something or another, Demetri would sit on your bed and talk to the teddy bear he gave you years ago. “She doesn’t love me anymore, Mr. Stuffington.” He would whimper as he cuddled your bear to his chest, breathing in your scent on the cloth Teddy as he listened to you erratic breathing as you still sat huddled in the closet.
.By the next morning, Demetri trudged off to his new mission, a horrible feeling in his gut. When he came back after a week of tracking down the delinquent, he came back to the Volterra castle in utter chaos. Demetri’s Princess had run away. Demetri immediantly set off to find you, however there was one problem. He couldn’t find your tenor. It was as if someone was covering it from him or worse – he gulped – you were dead. He didn’t want to think about it, no! He wouldn’t think about it.
.Three years pass and Demetri was still unable to find you. He had broken off from the Volturi in a desperate attempt to find you. He had grown a patchy beard and his eyes were now always a dark black, no matter how often he fed. He felt weak and vulnerable for the first time in his immortal life – as if he was but a petty human once more. But all that changed as soon as he could feel a tug at his heart and mind. It was his mate’s tenor, pulling him her direction. It was clearer than ever, as if it was just a figment of his imagination that you were gone in the first place. Within nano seconds, he sprinted off where your tenor pulled him.
.In a matter of hours and over thousands of miles, Demetri finally arrived at the Cullen household. You were bruised and bloody, quivering in fear. As soon as the Cullens and wolves saw him, they tensed for a fight. But you recognized your Demetri. You ran to him, engulfing him in the tightest hug your fragile human form could muster. His grasped you back, burying his head into your neck like you did to him when you were younger. He was shaking he was so releived. He finally had you back. He let out a shaky breath, grinning a grin so wide the Cullens and wolves were sure it would crack his face.
.Edward, being the mind reader, quickly filled your mate in. You had been kidnapped by the Romanians – they had come to the Cullens, wanting them to join their alliance to take down the Volturi while holding their precious human hostage. Thankfully, the wolves had already taken care of the Romanian coven (or at least what was left) and taken you in. (But that didn’t stop Demetri from wanting totear apart and burn their bodies all over again, and dance on their ashes). Carlisle had bandaged you up, Esme filling you up with good food, Emmett played games with you, Rosalie stroked your hair as Bella read to you and Edward played a soothing lullaby to lure you into sleep. Alice would provide better clothes than what rags you had managed to keep since the night you were kidnapped while Jasper made you feel calm and happy for the first time in years with his powers. All until your true knight in shining armor came to rescue you.
.Unfortunately, you were so scared from the torture and continuous abuse, that the only thing you could repeat was your hero’s name. “Demetri!” “Demi?” “DEEDEE!” All your emotions conveyed in one beautiful name throughout the next two years of therapy. During everyone of your session, Demetri would stay with you while Carlisle checking on your physical trauma and Jasper, a certified therapist, checked on your mental and emotional health.
.By the end of the two years, on your eighteenth birthday, you were finally reunited with your father. Marcus’ eyes were filled with unshed venom and a happiness you or the rest of the coven haven’t seen in years. He brought you into o a hug that Demetri had to resist breaking up so he could have you to himself.
. “I’m sorry for running away when you told me about your diet!” You sobbed, stuttering in between due to you having not been talking for years. Marcus just stroked your head with a smile. “It’s not your fault, my child. You were scared and heart broken. Just know that we will always love you, no matter what.”
.From that point on, they started a celebration on your return. Your father, and especially your mate Demetri, never letting you out of their sight. Even after Demetri changed you, he would constantly have to know where you were at all times. Even though you could now protect yourself, Demetri loved you with all his heart and would forever feel the need to be your only knight in shining armor.