rush shoe


You fell onto the soil, a burning pain attacking your left cheek. You heard the rushing of shoes, waiting for more pain but was stopped with something being pushed against the tree.

“I saw that you bastard!” It was Pan, your lover, “If you ever lay your filthy hands on her in that disgusting behaviour of yours, death will be the only thing you’ll be begging for!”


OMG, this is so cringy guys, I can’t talk properly, what a mess… but hey, we’re only in this life to embarrass ourselves no? :D

Tagged by babes Ash, Bel and Baby Kei (@lesbianblossomjimin @ladydna @tanktoptiger) thank you my loves ♥♥♥ for the accent challenge

- Your name and username.
- Where you’re from.
- Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, - Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY.
- What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
- What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?
- What do you call gym shoes?
- What do you call your grandparents?
- What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
- What is the thing you change the TV channel with?
- Choose a book and read a passage from it.
- Do you think you have an accent?
- Be a wizard or a vampire?
- Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?
- End audio post by saying any THREE words you want.

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silk → kim taehyung & jeon jungkook (2)

⤷ college!au where you somehow steal the hearts of both the campus fuckboy and your best friend

fluff / angst / smut

warnings / the smallest amount of smut i have ever done

| part 1 | part 3 |

(updated every sunday)

Originally posted by kimtaehyung-gifs

It had been four days. For four days, Jungkook hadn’t seen or spoke to you. He had received various messages and calls from you, but ignored them. It was like he was missing something from his life, and he really didn’t know what to do with himself.

He was in Jimin and Yoongi’s dorm room, sitting on the floor and playing video games on their large television. He wished he didn’t feel as out of place as he did.

Jungkook had came to the dorm with a sad look and an overnight bag, asking “can I stay with you guys for a little while?” and being Jimin and Yoongi, they welcomed him into their home.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Jimin said, his eyes never leaving the screen as he clicked the buttons on his controller. “What happened between you and y/n that made you come stay with us?”

Jungkook pressed pause instantly, running a hand through his hair. He would never admit it, especially to his guy friends, but it was something more than “y/n was keeping secrets from me”. It was the feeling of his heart drop when he seen the hickey, it was the pain in his stomach when you didn’t tell him, it was the ache he had when he imagined you with a stranger on you. It didn’t make any sense.

“She was keeping secrets from me, and that’s something we don’t do.” Jungkook told him. At least it was partially true.

“Have you talked to her recently?” Jimin asked.


“Why don’t you just text her, tell her to meet up with you and talk through everything?” Yoongi suggested from the couch, where he was listening to every word. “You two have always been inseparable, it’s weird to stop speaking completely. Let her explain why she was keeping a secret from you.”

Jungkook knew Yoongi was right, he was often right, but he couldn’t force himself to find the right words to say. He couldn’t muster the confidence to talk to you, to start a conversation after four days of nothing. He did miss you, though.

“I don’t think texting her is a good idea.” Jungkook explained, returning his attention back to the game.

“I’ll text her for you.” Jimin stated. “I’m a master of smooth talk.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Yoongi said and rolled his eyes.

After a little more convincing, Jungkook had sent you a text message (with the help of Jimin). He only hoped everything would go back to normal and he wouldn’t still feel the ache in his chest.

You were in your room, sitting against the headboard of your bed with blankets gathered at your waist, when your phone vibrated on your lap. Stopping your adventures of channel surfing, you looked at the bright screen.

[ 10:33 pm ] kookie: hey… can we meet at latila’s?

You smiled. After days of not talking to your best friend, you were feeling lonely and quite frankly, you needed someone to talk to. The apartment was quiet all of the time, and you didn’t really have any other friends to rant to or get help for homework from. Just seeing his name light up your screen made your day better.

[ 10:34 pm ] y/n: i would love to, but i’m already in my pajamas. come home?

[ 10:35 pm ] kookie: i will tonight, i just thought it would be easier to talk at our favorite place first.

[ 10:35 pm ] y/n: ok, i’ll get ready then. see u soon?

[ 10:35 pm ] kookie: see u soon.

You couldn’t hold back a huge grin as you rushed to get ready. It was late, yes, but Latila’s was a coffee shop that was open 24 hours, and served the best coffee any time of night. It also helped that one of your friends worked the night shift most nights, so a lot of the time you were given special discounts.

You slipped on your jacket and shoes before rushing out of the door, grabbing your keys along your way.

The sky was dark and the air was cold when you walked down the street. You wouldn’t need to drive, the place was only a street away on the corner, so you thought it was fine. But you soon regretted it when you felt a cool wind.

You wrapped the jacket tighter around your body, only to feel an arm slip around your shoulder.

Jumping, you looked up to find Kim Taehyung smirking at you.

“Hello, love.” He grinned, not removing his arm from around your shoulders. “What might you be doing, walking around in the dark?”

“Don’t call me love.” you told him, slipping from his grasp. “And don’t you have some other girl to bother?”

“You’re cute when you’re upset, love.” he smiled.

You turned to face him. You couldn’t help but smile at him as he looked like a mess.

“Why do you look like you have blue balls?” you laughed.

He didn’t say anything, he only smirked again. You turned to the left, and he followed persuit. You stopped.

“Seriously, go away.” you said, glaring and wrapping your arms in front of your chest.

Taehyung moved closer. He leaned his head to your neck, so close but not touching, and you could feel his warm breath.

“Come with me.” he whispered.

You shivered, and your arms dropped to your sides. How had only a couple words make your body tremble beneath him? Why does he have such an effect on you?

“I thought you don’t do seconds?” you retorted. You hadn’t moved your body, though. You didn’t know if you were too frozen to move, or too scared that if you moved he would move away.

“I am willing to make an exception to hear you scream my name again.” he spoke lowly.

His lips were on your neck. It was a simple, quick peck on the part where your collarbone meets your neck. You bit your lip as you felt him give you another soft kiss on your neck, and then your jaw.

His lips were by your earlobe, kissing a small trail, when he whispered “just tell me when to stop.”

You turned to him, catching his dark and lust-filled gaze. Biting your lip again, you felt the familiar sensation between your legs. He smirked at your expression.

Suddenly, his lips captured yours. He pushed you into the nearest building, kissing you roughly. Your lips moved against his as though you had kissed a million times.

“Your house or mine?” he asked as he broke away.

Jungkook was sitting by the window only a couple yards away, watching as you spoke to Taehyung. He had never seen you two even look at each other, let alone speak, so why were you two speaking so intimately, as though you were friends?

You were smiling at something he said, when Jungkook felt a singe of pain. Then, he gulped. A realization dawned on him, all drowning him at once. All those moments where you had smiled at his dorky jokes, all those moments where you had helped him with his homework late at night, all those moments where you played with his hair when he was sick, all of those moments… meant so much more than he thought. You meant much more than a “best friend” ever could.

He watched you as Taehyung had started to kiss you. His eyes started to burn from unshed tears. 

Jungkook was in love with you.

He felt his phone vibrate, and fumbled with grabbing it from his pocket.

[ 11:19 pm ] y/n: hey, something came up. can we please meet up tomorrow or at the house tonight?

He ran his hands over his face, taking one last glance of Taehyung taking you away hand in hand, before replying.

[ 11:20 pm ] kookie: yeah, sure, anything for u.


ah, so i decided to update this every sunday. sometimes it’ll be updated on saturday’s, so be aware of that. thank you all for the love and support i’m getting for this!

thunder - zach dempsey

requested: yes

word count: 1.224

warnings: i swear once, besides that there are symptoms of anxiety in here

plot: zach helps you go through a storm, trying his best to make you feel comfortable and to be there for you

a/n: i can’t believe how much zach content i’m posting but i live for it. anyway i hope this is true to the request. also i listened to this & this while writing idk maybe it creates an ambiance for y’all

Zach was driving you home when the storm broke.

One minute the two of you were joking around as his music blasted from the speakers and wind blew messing up your hairstyles. Then, quick drops of water began falling from the sky, causing Zach to immediately put the convertible’s hardtop on.

You grew quiet as you took in the sight of the darkened sky and the raindrops hitting the windshield.

Zach took notice of your sudden mood change and turned the music volume down. “Everything okay?” He asked, shifting his gaze from the road for a few seconds to look at you.

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Teacher, Teacher | Min Yoongi - Part 1

Originally posted by jeonbase

Summary: Being a teacher is not one of the most exciting jobs, especially Kindergarten. But one kid and one father seem to change that.
Genre: Fluff + Slight angst in the future + Mafia!AU
Word Count: 2,994

“Ah, Yoona, please sit still,” Yoongi said, trying to calm the jittery girl in his arms before he somehow ripped out half her hair. He was trying to do her hair, since it was her first day of Kindergarten and all. Yoongi was trying his all out best, but his efforts didn’t seem like they were working. Her hair kept falling out of the ponytail holder, or he finally got it into a bun but it was too loose. All he was supposed to do was put her hair in a bun, but it did not turn out the way he wanted it to.

“I’m sorry sweety, daddy tried his best, but it still doesn’t look right,” Yoongi said with a slight sigh, letting his hand with the brush fall to his side. He really didn’t want to let her down, but he was getting frustrated and didn’t want to take it out on his little girl. He took the ponytail holder out and let her hair fall down to her shoulders when she jumped off the chair she was in.

“It’s ok, daddy!” she said, turning around and facing him. “You tried your best, I like my hair down just fine,” taking the brush and brushing her hair, she smiled up at him. The one thing Yoongi always wanted to do was have his daughter smile, and if she was happy, so was he. Putting all the supplies away, he came back and clapped his hands gaining his daughter’s attention.

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moonmyun  asked:

day6 as parents?? (lov ya btw)

thank u for requesting :^) + i love u more !!
it’s 3am help me
jae :

• The Goofy Dad™
• someone stop him plz
• mcdonald’s everyday
• aLSO lobster if they’ve been good
• enjoys being involved in his kids life at school
• tried to be a supervisor at one of the end of the year school field trips
• but he literally lost half the damn class in the time of 20 minutes
• the school stopped asking him for favors for a while
• made a twitter and instagram just to fucking stalk his kids and their friends
• claims it’s ‘for science’
• his kids eventually find out which account is his
• they actually figure it out vv fast due to jae’s incapability to resist the urge to write “zaddy of [# of kids]” in his bio.
• also his pfp is dwight from this office how can u not tell its him
• and just the amount of hashtags
• they blocked him
• ‘jokes on u hoes i have mulTIPLe acCouNtS FIGHT ME’
• he gains a huge following on his main account and all of his kids friends love him
• loves embarrassing them, he takes any chance he can get to do it
• great dad jus don’t let him supervise anything with more than 5 children bc he’ll go crazy trying to figure out something to do and then just ends up putting on the office and forcing them to binge watch 9 seasons

sungjin :
• a lot of his kids friends are terrified of him ??
• he looks so intimidating wtf
• he’s a softy tho ok
• he’s so nice and caring he’s just protective oVER HIS CHILDREN OK DENISE LEAVE HIM ALONE
• he would kill someone for his children ok
• figuratively and literally
• holds grudges against any child that his kid complains about having a fight with
• “no honey idc if they resolved the fight hE STILL MESSED WITH TIMOTHY AND I AM ANGRY”
• sometimes he just embarrasses his kids without even realizing that
• and it’s just amazing
• bc his kids are literally in so much pain
• and he’s jsut being himself
• ok timothy let him live

wonpil :

• The OhMyGodIHaveSoMuchLoveInMyHeartAndSoulForTheseChildren Dad™
• he loves his kids so much wtf
• it’s sickening
• he had to fight pta mom martha bc her bitchass was talking shit about his kid
• martha u fucking whore
• anyways he’s not an aggressive person ok he jUst LOVES HIS KIDS
• C U T E
• sorry this is all caps
• dad!wonpil makes me happy
• and it should maKe ALL OF U HAPPY AS WELL OK
• cant say no to any of kids when they ask to sleep in his+significant others bed
• he’s willing to kick his significant other out of the bedroom just so his child can sleep peacefully
• protect him and his kids ok

brian :

• The OhMyJesusWhatAmIDoing Dad™
• stop
• who let him be a parent
• doesn’t know how to parent ??
• but like he’s good :^)
• is he REALLY THO
• one time his kid took a sip of his beer and he kinda just looked at them
• kid made a face and stuck their tongue out so he took the opportunity to make it into a “life lessson”
• {shakes head while slowly moving beer can away from child}
• “tHIS is a lesson to show you that you sHOULd nOT drInk okAY”
• teaches his kid how to play the triangle
• netflix marathons even on school nights
• tbh he does them more on school nights
• w h y y o u n g h y u n
• kids go to sleep at 4am due to him letting them play ‘jUsT oNE mOrE ePIsodE’
• leaves the house in a rush with no shoes on and his hair is a mess
• but
• he still looks hot
• also he’s in sweatpants and an old, cRusty, dUsty, MUsTy metallica shirt
• and his kids are like ‘frook dad not again pls change’
• he’s not
• he lied about the time it’s actually only 7, he jsut doesn’t wanna change wtf

dowoon :
• The Gossiper Dad™
• enjoys baking
• he’s bad tho
• its okAYy tho
• gets wonpil to vent to him about 'that fucking whore ass bitch martha’
• right after him and wonpil finish talking he deadass goes and shows martha that he recorded the whole thing
• there’s also a backup audio file on his computer just in case
• A Shady Hoe™
• can dig up shit on everyone
• has individual folders full of receipts that he has collected over the years
• dont fuck with him or his kids istg
• he has morning talks with all the parents on the block over coffee
• honeslty he’s a Whole Stay At Home Mother
• loves his kids so much omg
• supports them to the hecking max
• sighhh
• he loves them so much he would give them the whole fucking galaxy if he could

IN CONCLUSION : they’re all dads who love their children and significant others very much and would do anything to help and protect them

“Are you dating?”

Dex shrugs. “I don’t know, Sara.” Dex loves his sister, truly. But sometimes–like right now–she needs to lay off.

“Well, what do you do together?”


“Besides get off.”

Dex thinks. “We play hockey. We do homework. We went and got burritos once. We go running along the river.”

“So he’s like, a friend with benefits?”

“Except he’s not a friend,” Dex says, frustrated. “He went to Andover and his parents own a brownstone on the Upper West Side. Do you know how rich you have to be to own an apartment in New York, let alone a building?”

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Songs of Faith and Devotion

(songs for signs)

Aries: One Caress

Taurus: Mercy in You

Gemini: Walking in My Shoes

Cancer: Rush

Leo: Judas

Virgo: In Your Room

Libra: Judas

Scorpio: Walking in My Shoes

Sagittarius: Get Right With Me

Capricorn: Higher Love

Aquarius: Condemnation

Pisces: I Feel You

the second and final part of the childhood friend! daniel au

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pairing: kang daniel x reader (featuring kang dongho)
genre: fluff, angst
summary: You’ve never let your relationship with Kang Daniel move beyond the fun and physical, especially since he’s your brother’s best friend. Throw in a distraction, some sexy stubble, and a meddling brother, and you have a recipe for disaster.

one | two

  • you don’t expect to meet your childhood friend kang daniel again at university, but when you do, it’s only a matter of time till you become friends again 
  • it’s a little different now, your old hide and seek games replaced by lazy afternoons at his apartment, his arm comfortably around your shoulders and his cats on both your laps
  • it doesn’t take long for the two of you to fall into a rhythm, and by your third year, you’ve taken five general classes together despite having different majors
  • when you enter your basic philosophy and logic class, daniel’s already taken a seat beside a pretty girl in a sundress, which has you swallowing down the drop of jealousy building up in your throat and sitting elsewhere
  • to your left is an boy—no, man, you think—with stubble dark against his pale skin and an expression so bored it’s intimidating, and you don’t realize you’re staring till he looks at you and smirks, like a tiger spotting prey
  • you bite your lip and smile, feeling the tips of your ears turning warm, because he may not be your usual type, but that tattoo peeking from beneath the low collar of his white shirt is attractive as hell
  • when the professor asks all of you to pair up and you see daniel talking to the girl next to him, you shrug and turn to mr. sexy tiger, as you’ve taken to calling him in your head
  • his name is kang dongho, and though you’re a little worried about whether he’ll be a good project partner, soon you’re saving his number and pointedly not looking at daniel, who’s been glancing at you with a frown
  • later that day, you’re at daniel’s apartment, his hand at the back of your neck and drawing you closer
  • you and daniel make out every so often whenever neither of you are dating, and that’s completely normal between friends, isn’t it?
  • but you pull back, asking him whether he’s thinking of seriously dating the girl from philosophy class because you need to know if your arrangement has to change any time soon 
  • he says no, and you pull him into the kiss, and he tastes like the gummy candies he likes to eat, some sugar on the corner of his lip for you to lick, and you’ve never had a sweet tooth but daniel’s mouth is more addictive than candy
  • afterwards, you’re texting dongho about your meeting the next day, and daniel is laughing because kang dongho is the complete opposite of all the boys you’ve gone for throughout your three years at university
  • “remember lai guanlin”
  • you stick your tongue out at him and call him an idiot, but at midnight, daniel insists on walking you back to your dorm, and you ignore the little voice in your head that tells you how easy it would be to pull him close and finally confess what had been at the tip of your tongue over six years ago
  • that weekend, you’re at the library with dongho, reminding yourself that you’re an adult, there to study and not to ogle the exposed area of his chest nor the way he bites his pen in thought
  • then you get texts from daniel asking for help with the assignment, and you roll your eyes before sending the relevant book titles since you and dongho have practically finished your project 
  • [5:40 PM] cat daniel: ur rly so hot when ur being competent
  • you’re grinning at your phone, choosing the appropriate sticker to send, when dongho asks you if you want to get barbecue with him tonight
  • “as partners?” you say, confused, and dongho smirks in that way that makes you melt, laughing at you, and your cheeks turn pink
  • “i’ll get the car,” he says, taking your stunned silence as affirmation, and you’re still smiling when daniel texts you again, telling you to come over, but you only have enough time to send a sad face and ‘can’t, bbq with the tiger’ before dongho says he’s outside
  • back at his apartment, daniel begins to feel uneasy because you’ve only ever taken your dates to cute, trendy little places like cafes and diners, and they’ve always been lanky younger boys like sewoon and jihoon, not men who look at you like they want to devour you like this kang dongho
  • daniel knows it’s hypocritical to feel this way when he can never get enough of your lips, when he’s always glad to see you wearing those off-shoulder tops you like so much because it’s easier for him to mouth at your neck and collarbones, and he tells himself that he’s worried and not jealous, no not at all 
  • you’re back at the dorm with ramen and beer from the nearby convenience store because you’d been too shy to eat like you wanted in front of dongho, when you get a call from your older brother 
  • “what’s this i hear about you dating a bad boy?” daehyun says in a teasing tone, but you can hear the warning in his voice, and you’re angry because only one person knew that you were going out tonight
  • “what did daniel tell you about dongho, oppa?” you say, trying to keep your voice level 
  • your brother sighs, saying, “he called your date bad news. are you going over to daniel’s apartment? we need to talk about this later, Y/N,” and you grunt in response before hanging up, pulling on a hoodie and rubber shoes and rushing to daniel’s apartment to give him a piece of your mind
  • when he opens the door, you storm inside, your arms crossed over your chest as you seethe and say, “what the fuck?” and daniel smiles uncomfortably, shrugging
  • the two of you stand in awkward silence, and for the first time since you met him you see daniel’s face turn serious 
  • “i don’t think your brother would approve of you dating him,” he says, looking away because both of you know that it’s bullshit, but before you can call him out, he asks, “have you kissed him?“
  • your fists are at your side and you shut your eyes tight, holding back the waves of frustration and hurt and anger that are making it difficult to breathe
  • “that’s none of my brother’s business, and it’s certainly not yours,” you say, narrowing your eyes at him, and you can’t stop yourself from poking him in the chest, your face near his as you hiss, “and do you fucking think he’d approve of you sticking your tongue down my throat every tuesday, asshole?” 
  • “it’s different with us,” he says lamely, still not looking you in the eye, and all the fight drains out of you, leaving you feeling exhausted
  • “of course it is, daniel,” you say, the hurt palpable in your voice, “because i know it’ll never be anything more for you.” 
  • you don’t look at him when you leave his apartment, and when he texts you throughout the week you delete his messages without reading them 
  • kang dongho takes you out on one more date, this time to the zoo, but all you can think about when you see the lions and tigers are daniel’s cats, and you find yourself tearing up, apologizing to dongho and telling him it’s better if you stay friends 
  • “it was worth a shot,” he says before taking you home, and you’re sorry you and dongho have so little in common because he’s really quite sweet under that intimidating exterior
  • you tell yourself it has nothing to do with a certain b-boying idiot 
  • but later that night you remember how early on in your freshman year, you and daniel had ended up at an ice cream parlor past ten in the evening after terrible dates with other people, how the wet asphalt had glistened under the street lights, the way daniel’s eyes twinkled as he took your hand and brought you back to his place
  • that first time, he’d tasted like cupcake sprinkles and home, but you’d pulled back and laughed it off, and you had been the one to bring up the arrangement because ‘friends who make out every so often’ sounded better to you than the unknown you’d have to face if you’d admitted any feelings
  • daniel is awake thinking back to the same moment, the space on his couch feeling empty without you in it, and he realizes you deserve more than what he’s been willing to give you, more than the bits and pieces of himself no one else is willing to accept, that flirtatious texts and kissing sessions are not all he wants with you
  • two days later, you’re at your dorm studying when someone knocks, and you open the door to kang daniel, looking more nervous than you’ve ever seen him
  • before you can shut the door, he says, “i’m an idiot,” and you narrow your eyes, gesturing for him to continue, “i’m an idiot who wanted your heart without asking, who wanted all the best parts of you without showing you the best parts of me. i’m a coward who couldn’t tell you six years ago when i left, or three years ago when i met you again, or two weeks ago when i called your brother instead, that i like you and want to be with you—are you—are you crying?” 
  • and he pulls you to his chest like he has every time you’ve cried in front of him, and you can feel in the tightness of his embrace that he would do anything in his power to make things okay again
  • “you’re a big fucking idiot,” you mumble into his chest, and he laughs, his hand rubbing soothing circles onto your lower back
  • “i’m sorry,” daniel says, “i really like you,” and you stay like that for a while, feeling lighter than you have in ages
  • you pull back to smile up at him, stroking his cheek, watching his face for his reaction to your next words
  • “you’re telling my brother”
  • and his eyes go wide, the colour draining from his face, but you’re laughing at him, relaxing in his arms, and daniel knows two things:
  • first, that meeting you fifteen years ago was one of the best things to happen to him
  • and second, that the many years ahead will be that much sweeter with you by his side.
In The Wrong Hands Part 2 (Reggie Mantle x Reader)

Okay so here is part 2 of In the wrong hands reggie mantle imagine. Hopefully everyone enjoys this part as much as they did the first and I am so grateful to all of the positive feedback that I am getting from everyone and will be open to any requests that you have for me.


Shocked you stood up and looked at the furious Cheryl with wide eyes, trying to think a reason as to why they would be sitting like that for a “biology project”, you tried but nothing came to mind. Your heart was beating rapidly and you couldn’t think of anything else besides that maybe the flirtatious interaction earlier that day was not just a one-sided thing. Maybe Reggie wasn’t as faithful as you thought…

Sitting back down you placed your hands on your head still trying to think of something, anything that didn’t come to the conclusion that Reggie was possibly cheating on you. You heard Cheryl huff and then the faintest tapping sound of her nails dialing a number. Looking up once again you saw fire in Cheryl’s eyes and you knew that she was going to go off. She shot you a pleading look for you not to stop her and then you heard the gruff voice on the other end of the phone.

“Why the hell is Veronica Lodge sitting all cozy on your lap in this Instagram post?” Cheryl said with an eerily calm tone to her voice. You couldn’t hear what was being said on the other end but you hoped that it was Reggie explaining that it was all a misunderstanding and that it wasn’t his idea.

“I hope you can explain everything to Y/N because to me it looks like you are cheating on her and you better pray to god that that isn’t true.” Cheryl’s voice was sweet again before she hung up on Reggie.

“It looks like we might have to train the girls a little harder at practice tomorrow, especially Miss. Veronica Lodge.” She said turning to look at you, a devilish smile ghosting her lips, sighing you gestured for the two of you to leave. You decided that you would talk to Reggie tomorrow, the anxiety of today had exhausted you too much and you just wanted to be home.

Once you were home you prayed to anybody that tomorrow was going to be better before you let your blankets devour you in their warmth. Tomorrow would be better…

That next morning you woke up to multiple texts from Reggie apologizing and trying to explain what had happened.

Babe, please answer me. I swear there’s nothing going on between me and veronica…


Please baby I love you so much. Honest to god nothing has happened and nothing will happen. I only have my eyes on you.

The frantic texts had calmed your aching heart and you replied that the two of you would talk today and that you loved him too. You were still nervous about having such a discussion but you trusted Reggie.

You were headed for your front door when you heard honking from what you assumed was Cheryl Blossom’s cherry red 1961 Chevrolet Impala. Slipping on your shoes you rushed out to see Cheryl cranking up her music and honking impatiently for you to hurry up. Giggling you ran towards the car and the two of you sped off to school. Thoughts of Reggie and Veronica had faded away and your brain was bursting with the new cheer choreography that Cheryl was chattering on about.

The school parking lot came quickly into view and you scanned the cars to see where Reggie might be, you spotted him standing around with Moose and some other jocks. Smiling you were just about to get out of Cheryl’s car to hug him… but without warning he was tackled into a hug by none other than Veronica Lodge. Paralyzed, you couldn’t move a muscle, your mouth was agape as you watched the scene unfold.

Veronica pulling away from Reggie, Veronica leaning up and grabbing a handful of his hair and finally Veronica smashing her red lips onto his. When she pulled away there was red lipstick staining Reggie’s lips. Your heart lurched into your throat and you could not look away. Cheryl had already slammed her car door and marched over to the scene, her red hair billowing behind her as if they were the flames to the fire that was burning in her eyes. She yanked the dark haired beauty off of Reggie and was undeniably cussing her out but you didn’t hear a thing she said, your brain was unable to process the event that had unfolded before you.

You looked into Reggie’s eyes and found his apologetic gaze looking back at you. He broke away from the group that had formed around him and rushed towards Cheryl’s car, lips still stained red. You hadn’t realized it but your eyes had let a flood loose, Reggie’s hand touched your tear-stained cheek, apologizing profusely.

“Y/N I don’t know why she did that.” Reggie’s words snapped you out of your daze.

“ Why would she do that if there was nothing between you two Reggie? What about that Instagram post yesterday? That obviously was not just a misunderstanding, a girl wouldn’t kiss a guy or sit in his lap like that if nothing was going on. So why don’t you tell me the truth. What is going on Reggie?” You fired off questions viciously as more tears streamed down your face. Reggie was left speechless unable to explain his side.

Getting out of the car you stormed your way over to the still flaming Cheryl and dragged her into the school and to the girls locker room, not wanting anyone else to see the continuation of your emotional turmoil.

Okay so I know I am going to have to do a part 3 and I am pretty good with cliffhangers but I started getting a really bad headache while i was finishing up this part and will be writing and uploading more when I dont have a headache ! thank you to everyone for all of your support and if you want to be tagged in any other upcoming parts please do not hesitate to let me know!











Unlikely places

Bucky Barnes x Reader, AU

Word Count: 2 213

A/N: This is for the amazing and incredibly talented @just-some-drabbles 4k follower challenge. She deserves every single one of them and a lot more.
Well, this is not exactly a rom-com, but after re-writing about fifteen times I gave up. I hope you enjoy it though :)

Prompt word: unlikely

Originally posted by twilights-children

You had your first heartbreak when you were fifteen.
A memory you will never forget.
The first love who got access into the little garden right in the middle of your chest,
and the first thief who picked out your favourite flowers without asking.
The sound of the glass door shattering when they shut it before they left echoed for a long time in your ears.

It’s an unfair rule of life,
that you have to get hurt in order to live.

You felt the coldness of the ground in your heart as you closed the garden’s door,
promising to not let anyone in anymore.
You didn’t want to go home, a flowerless field since a long time.
Instead you went to the place with the tallest trees.

Your Grandmother herself was the most mesmerizing rose and wherever she went lilies grew.
You found yourself on her porch,
crying, sobbing, evolving.
She came out with a blanket and tea,
and held you close until you had no more tears to shed,
while humming Funny Valentine into your hear.

When you found your voice again, you asked for her secret.
How could she bloom, even after this time in the world full of angel-like thieves?
Her knowing smile and wise eyes gave you hope.

“There are three secrets I have for you, my love” her gentle voice was like a gush of wind on an early autumn night.
“One, love is the only thing worth living for in this funny world,
and don’t you dare let anyone prove you otherwise.
Two, you have to learn how to laugh at the unfunny jokes life tells you and you will see how the sound of your laughter will water not only yours but everyone’s plants along the way.
And three, you see honey, love hides in the most unlikely places, and don’t be afraid when you will get lucky enough to see it.”

Keep reading


Paring- Derek x Reader ( relationship) Peter x Reader ( one sided)

Word Count- 1.049

Request (Anon)- Can you please do a peter hale one shot where your dereks gf but his anchor

A/N- I’m going to set this in S5 but Derek didn’t leave and Peter didn’t try to kill Scott so he didn’t go to Eichen house and woo, I’m being productive and writing when I should be doing my piles of homework, Enjoy!

Peter Hale wasn’t much to you, he was really just someone who hung around sometimes, your boyfriends uncle. But you were so much more to him, you were his anchor.

“Derek’s not home” you said when you heard the loft door being pulled open. You sat on the couch, your back leaning against the arm rest and your legs out infront of you with your face in a book, a bestiary to be specific. “I can wait” the voice you recognised as Peter replied, taking a seat on the other end of the couch, slightly squished against the arm rest to avoid touching your feet. He was scared that, even such a small touch as that, would leave him craving more, leave him wanted you to be his even more.

“Mind me asking where he is” Peter asked after a few moments of silence, watching as your turned over a page and flickered your gaze to him for no more than a second. “At the school, Scott needed him for something” you mumbled in response. Peter sighed at the slight tension left in the air, he knew his heart was going a mile a minuet and he could hear your was calm and at ease.

“You looking for something” he asked, standing up and walking to stand behind you. “Trying to help find what Parrish is” you replied, still not looking at him, until you turned the page once again and your eyes widened. “Hellhound… My brothers a hellhound” you murmured, shooting up and darting over to the table, almost throwing the book down. “What do you know about hellhounds” you asked, raising your head to look at Peter, who was stood with his eyebrows raised in confusion.

“They’re harbingers of death, they light themselves on fire, they have some kind of connection with banshee’s” he said while shrugging his shoulders. “They have some kind of connection with Banshee’s..” you pondered, thinking back to the fact Lydia is in Eichen house. “I need to go, I’ll see you around” you rushed, tugging on your shoes and one speeding past him.

He stared at the spot you had been standing in for several minuets after you left, admiring how cute you looked when you were focused. Though you were reeking of Derek’s scent as you were wearing his shirt.

Peter was quick to follow you however, knowing there were three creepy doctors experimenting on people was enough for him to catch up with you and walk beside you.

You burst into the station and practically screamed for Parrish, who quickly ran out with Derek on his heals. “You’re a hellhound” you said simply as the four of you all sat in Sheriff Stilinski’s office. “A harbinger of death, you can help us get Lydia out” you rushed, feeling Derek’s hands go to your shoulders. “Baby you need to calm down” he said softly, Peter hand forming in knuckle to keep himself calm as his nephew held you tightly.

Anyone could see that Derek and you were deeply in love and that you would do anything for each other. Peter was thankful when Parrish cleared his throat, causing the pair of you two separate.

Despite the fact you had promised Derek you would stay home and safe while they rescued Lydia, you knew that wasn’t a option and you wanted to help. Derek knew you would try that too so he sent Peter to keep you home and you had come up with an idea.

“You want tea, Coffee, Hot chocolate” you offered as you made your own hot chocolate. “Coffee please” he replied, turning back to his book, which meant he wouldn’t see your secret ingredient, just for him. You handed him the cup and you were hoping it was only a matter of time before he would be out cold from the wolvesbane you’d put in it.

When you heard Peter’s cup drop and saw his head fall to the side as he fell into a deep slumber, you took off. You had your stun gun inside your hunters jacket, a few smoke bombs and knock out gas bombs in your other large pocket and a real gun in your belt just incase.

You felt a tiny bit bad for drugging Peter but it had to be done, you had to help.

And you were damn lucky you did because If you hadn’t, well Theo would have slit Lydia’s neck and Liam would have been destroyed by a giant guard. Stiles told you to go back and try to help Liam, Derek and Scott get by the mountain ash barrier.

“Y/n I told you to stay at home” Derek sighed when he saw you, “How did you get past Peter” Liam gaped from behind Derek, staring at you with wide eyes. “I may or may not have knocked him out with wolvesbane” you said hesitantly, a smile pulling at your lips when you heard Derek let out a breath of laugher. He kissed you softly. “Okay, we need to go through tunnels, so boys, pull that drain up and we’re going down the ladders” you ordered, watching at the werewolves pulled up the drain and let Derek go down first.

Liam went next, then you and then Scott, who pulled over the drain, knowing there was an exit through the morgue from the basement.

By the time you got back to the loft it was just after midnight, Derek had dropped you off but was going to the animal clinic with the pack, seeing as you were getting tired, you made the decision to go home.

Peter was pacing up and down the loft when you pulled the heavy door open. “Now before you maul me to death, I had to help them” you exclaimed as he turned to face you.

“You had me worried sick y/n” he yelled, you couldn’t deny he did look like he had actually been worrying. “I don’t see why you would care” you shot back, causing him to turn and look at you.

“Why do I care? You want to know why? Because your my anchor”

Perfect-A Josh Dun Imagine

Based off of Ed Sheeran’s song Perfect. Check it out my frens it’s pretty sick. I’ll get on with it. Hope you enjoy.

TW: slight cursing?


You and Josh had been best friends since you were little. You’ve been attached at the hip ever since he punched the kid that pushed you over and yanked your pigtails in first grade. You went to the same junior high and high school as well, and everywhere you guys went you always got the same question, “Why aren’t you two dating yet?”

At first it always bothered you because you and Josh were best friends and nothing more, and you couldn’t understand why society couldn’t just accept that guys and girls could be friends and nothing more. You were his wingwoman. always helping score dates or kisses with his crushes by talking him up to all the girls or distracting other boys. seduction seemed to be one of your greatest skills, as Josh once mentioned after you would willingly stick your tongue down a guys throat as a distraction. Over time, though, the question bothered you less and less.

Things got harder during college when you went to Ohio State and Josh stayed at home, but you always met up on weekends and days you weren’t stuck with shittons of homework. You were both in the same city, but heading on different paths, but despite that you two were still as close as ever. Soon, however, he got into twenty one pilots, and the friendship went worldwide. It hurt that your best friend was so far away, but whenever he got back in town, you were always the first on his list.

That brings you to now, sitting on Jenna’s couch waiting for the boys to come home while reminiscing about your elementary escapades with Josh while Jenna laughs out of pure entertainment while you retold the story of the previously mentioned make-out distraction which Josh calls ‘the seduction expedition.’ His words not yours.

“So you actually made out with this random dude from your class just so Josh could get some action, really Y/N?”

“We were freshmen, Jen. Would you have rather I strip tease as a distraction?” you laughed at Jenna’s reaction.

“OH gosh no!” She yelled while gasping for breath.

“Could you imagine, Jenna?” you began “little 14 year old me with no tits stripping to help my best friend score?” You both broke into hysterics again only to be interrupted by the doorbell.

“Y/n could you get that I have to grab something to show you.”

“Sure Jen.” You drag yourself off the couch and to the door. Opening the door while shout back at Jenna “Just wait ‘til you hear about Josh falling out of a tree to get a girl’s attention.” You chuckle to yourself turning back to the door. “Oh Tyler. Sorry I was just telling your wife embarrassing stories about our best friend.”

“It’s alright” he chuckles as he pulls you in for a hug. “It’s good to see you again.” You step aside and allow him in.

“Jen it’s for you” you call for Jenna, and she comes bolting down the stairs, and flings herself into her husbands arms. They hug for nearly a minute before they let go, and even then they just stare at each other. Feeling awkward for interrupting you decide to take your leave. “uh, sorry to interrupt this beautifully tearful reunion, but I’ll head out so you two have some alone time.”

“No please, y/n” Tyler begins “I would love to hear all the embarrassing things Josh did before I knew him.”


“He didn’t?” Tyler giggled at the latest story about yours and Josh’s escapades. 

“He did! He jumped in the 5 degree water because he was trying to impress his crush.” You wheezed while you thought about the look on his face when he jumped in. You smiled to yourself.

“Did it work?” Jenna asked from her spot on Tyler’s lap.

“No that’s the best part. She was so unimpressed.” 

“Did it impress you?” Tyler asked, smirking for a reason unknown to you. 

“A little. I never would’ve done it.” You clutched your stomach, the three of you flailing around with laughter. You were happy with Tyler and Jenna, but you felt a hole because your best friend was missing. 

“You okay y/n?”

“Yeah, Ty. Just missing Josh s’all.” You shrug. “Where is he anyway?” 

“He had a rough couple of nights the past couple of weeks.” Tyler replied. “I’m sure he’s just catching up on sleep. He’ll visit soon.” 

“Is he okay? What happened?” 

“His anxiety spiked, but he’s okay. Calm down y/n”

“I know I’m sorry. I’m just worried about him ‘cause–”

“Cause you’re in love with him.” Tyler finished for you. 

“I-I’m” you stuttered shocked at the accusation. “I’m not in love with Josh. Are you insane?”

“Think about it y/n.” There you sat, thinking about Josh and how he is the only source of light in your life. You think about his smile and his crinkly eyes and his laugh. You think about the times when you hang out together, and how at those times it’s like nothing else matters. You think about all your romantic relationships and how none of them have worked, and you think about the cause and how none of them have made you feel like the way that Josh made you feel.

“Oh my God I’m in love with Josh.”

“Ding ding ding. We have a winner. Tyler you owe me five bucks.” 

“Guys this isn’t a joke! What do I do?” 

“You love him.”


You go home after a couple of hours with Tyler and Jenna. The revelations taking their toll on you, and as soon as you get home you fall on your couch and fall asleep. 

You wake again, a couple hours later to an incessant and annoying pounding. You check your phone, noting the 3:00 shining back at you. The knocking continues, realizing its the door, you stand, fix your hair, straighten the dress you fell asleep in, and head to the door. “Who the fuck is at my door at 3 in the fucking morning?” you mumble on your way to the door. “What the fuck-Oh Josh?” 

“Y/n!” He grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a hug. Oh how you missed his hugs. “I’ve missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too, Jishy.” You pull back. “What brings you here at this ungodly hour where no one should be standing let alone awake.” You giggle.

“Sorry,y/n. I know its late, or early, or…whatever, but I’m awake and jet-lagged as hell, but most importantly I missed my best friend. Come on, let’s go.” 

“Jish, it’s 3 am. Where could we possibly go? Nothing’s open.”

“I planned a picnic come on.” He smiles that crinkly smile, and your resolve disappears. 

“Alright, Jishy. Let me get my shoes.” You run upstairs to your bathroom to fix your makeup and hair. Grabbing your shoes, you rush downstairs and out the door, locking it behind you, and to Josh’s car. 

“Buckle up, buttercup.”


You and Josh drive outside of town to a field on the edge of a forest. He pulls out a couple of blankets, a picnic basket, and a small speaker. “Josh this place is beautiful how’d you find it?” He sets a blanket down, and places the basket and speaker down on top of it. Plugging in his phone, he turns on his music turns toward you. 

“I found it a while ago when I needed to sort through some things in my head. I thought it was pretty refreshing.” 

“It wonderful” you said as you stared at the stars. There was little light pollution over the field so you could multitudes of stars, something you always loved to see. 

Josh stared right at you, “It sure is.” 

Unaware of his gaze you turn to the picnic. Slipping off your shoes and taking a seat, you begin to pull out the contents of the basket. “Hey drummer boy, are you gonna join me, or am I going to have to eat this dessert feast by myself?” 

“I’m coming, princess, calm down.” You laugh.


Josh’s POV

Y/n and I spend the next hour and a half laughing, talking, reminiscing all while stuffing our faces with all different kinds of desserts. Y/n was in the middle of retelling a story about a hobo who she found chasing a rat when the song playing through the speaker caught her attention.

“I found a love for me. 
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead.
Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet.
I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.”

“Oh my gosh I love this song.” She stood and began to twirl and sway to the music. 

I watched her dance lightly, unable to keep my love for her from showing on my face. Luckily, she didn’t notice. She just danced and danced to the music playing from my phone. “I know. You wouldn’t shut up about it. It’s all you talked about.” I replied. She stopped and stared at me. Her y/e/c eyes met mine, and I felt my heart speed up a little. God, she was beautiful. 

“Dance with me” was all she said. Pulling me to my feet and bringing my hands to her waist, we slowly rocked to the music playing softly from my speaker. 

“’Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling just kiss me slow
Your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine”

“Can I tell you something?” she whispered looking up at me through her eyelashes. She took my breath away. God, why couldn’t I just tell her how in love with her I am. 

“Yeah.” I whispered back. I don’t know why we were whispering, it just felt right, like we didn’t want to ruin whatever moment we were trapped in

“I was with Ty and Jenna earlier, and I realized something” she began  “something that could change everything.” She glanced to our feet, blushing. 

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark
with you between my arms
barefoot on the grass
listening to our favorite song”

“Give me a second this is hard for me.” She let out a breath. “This thing has always been there, you know, and it really didn’t hit me til today…god, I’m a mess.” She let out a breathy laugh, playing with her fingers that were linked on the back of my neck. Why was she nervous. 

“When you said you looked a mess
I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it
Darling, you look perfect tonight”

“Why are you so nervous y/n? It’s just me.” 

“I’m nervous because this could ruin everything!” She stilled,but her hands remained wrapped around my neck. “I’m nervous because this realization changed everything and if I don’t say anything it’ll eat me up inside.” She sighed.  “I’m nervous because we promised that we will always be honest with each other, but this is the only thing that I have ever doubted telling you.” Then quietly, like I wasn’t supposed to hear, “I’m nervous ‘cause I could lose you.”

“Well I found a woman
Stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams 
I hope that someday I’ll share her home” 

“You won’t lose me, y/n.” She looked up, surprised that I had heard her. “Whatever it is it won’t scare me away.” I smiled. “I’m here to stay.” 

“I found a love
to carry more than just my secrets
to carry love, to carry children of our own”

“Okay here it goes.” Her eyes met mine, once again taking my breath, and all my coherent thoughts, away. “I’m in love with you, Josh Dun. I’ve been in love with you for years. I’ve been in love with you for so long that I can’t even remember when it began, and I know you don’t feel the same, and I’m sorry if this makes our friendship weird, but I’m so in love with you it takes my breath away, and I don’t want to be anywhere else when I’m with you.” 


Your POV

There was a pause. You held your breath waiting for any reaction from Josh. Still there was silence, so you unlatched your finger from Josh’s neck. “I’i m sorry I-I” You pulled away, readying yourself to run. This was a huge mistake. But you suddenly find yourself pulled against Josh’s chest with strong hands holding you still and Josh’s lips moving against yours. Bliss.

“We are still kids, but we’re so in love
fighting against all odds 
I know that we’ll be alright this time
Darling just hold my hand 
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes”

Josh smiled that Cheshire cat-like grin. “I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” Relief flooded your face and you laughed. 

“Me too, Jishy. Me too.” You pulled him against you again. Chests meeting chests, lips meeting lips. Hearts meeting hearts. 

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark
with you between my arms
barefoot on the grass
Listening to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this 
Darling, you look perfect tonight”

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Josh laughed looking at you like you tend to look at the stars. 

“Because we’re idiots.” You leaned against Josh, burying your face in his neck. He kissed your hair. 

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” 

“And I’m yours.” You smiled. Your lips meet Josh’s once again.

“Now that I’m allowed to do that I don’t want to stop.” Josh kissed all over your face.

“Me either.” 

“I love you so much, y/n.”

“I love you too, Jishy.”

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark
With you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass
Listening to our favorite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect
No, I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight”


I hope you enjoyed this. I do take requests just hmu. Should I start writing more? Let me know. Feedback is appreciated.

Scott- We Show Him

Request-  hey! if u have time, could I have an imagine where the reader & scott are best friends and lately the alpha has been stressed/not himself but he’s trying to cover it up and be strong for the pack as he always does but the reader sees right through it and confronts him about it and they have a little moment ? thank u in advance super excited about you writing some more ♡

A/N- I’m excited too! I’m on vacation right now, so hopefully I’ll be able to post a couple more imagines before I go back to work.

I lost them.
The words rippled through Scott’s head, and no matter what his mom had told him, he knew they were the truth. Stiles hated him. Liam had tried to kill him. Theo had driven Lydia off the edge, Malia was nowhere to be found, and you…Scott didn’t even know what you would think of him now.
He was so used to protecting you, to being the strong hero with a plan. Maybe it had been rough in the beginning, but things had always worked out for the best. That was before Allison died, and now, despite being his best friend since the third grade, Scott wasn’t sure if he could protect you anymore.
He couldn’t protect anyone, he realized, staring into the mirror at his bloody abdomen, courtesy of Theo. Not even himself.
He knew he should call you, the only person he had left, but he couldn’t bring himself to pick up the phone. He couldn’t trust himself to not let you get hurt.
He took a deep breath to steady himself, then unscrewed the bottle of peroxide to clean his wounds. After he braved the stinging pain, he tugged down his shirt and headed out the door. The movement caused his steps to waver and his vision to cloud, but he shook it off as he crossed the threshold of his bedroom. He had to find Stiles and the others, anyone who he might still have left.
He wobbled on his feet once more, and placed his hand along the wall to hold himself up. Sucking in another deep breath, he took one firm step forward, and collapsed onto the ground.

You slammed your car door shut and raced up the steps to Scott’s front door. His bike was in the driveway, but he hadn’t answered any of your calls, and you hadn’t talked to him since Braeden had saved you and Malia from the chimera in the hospital.
“Scott!” you called, yanking open his front door and rushing inside. “Scott!”
Your shoes slammed on the stairs as you ran up, heading toward his room, but you never made it there. The minute you set foot in the second floor hallway, you caught sight of Scott’s unconscious body on the floor. Gasping, you landed beside on your knees.
“Scott! Scott, please wake up!”
You placed your hand on his bicep, and he groaned loudly.
“Come on,” you begged, rolling him onto his side. “Scott, please.”
His eyelashes fluttered, and in a matter of seconds, those warm brown eyes were staring up at you. You let out a wobbly laugh of relief, and you placed your hand on his cheek.
“You’re bruised,” he whispered, reaching up to run his fingers across your temple.
They traced the mark the Chimera had left after throwing you into one of the hospital walls, but you simply smiled at him. “I’m lucky that’s all I have to show for what happened.”
While it was true that Theo trapped you in an empty hospital wing undergoing renovations, the creature that attacked you was mostly after Malia. You considered yourself lucky, because if Braeden hadn’t been there, he probably would have killed the Coyote and then you.
“You don’t look too hot either,” you remarked, nodding down to the blood that was already beginning to seep through his shirt. “Come on. Let’s get you on your feet.”
“I can’t,” he muttered.
You frowned. “What do you mean you can’t?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he told you, sitting up. “I can’t help anyone, Y/n. I’m not sure they’d even want my help. You’re probably the only person who doesn’t hate me right now.”
“No one hates you,” you assured him.
“What about Stiles?”
You pursed your lips. “Okay, Stiles probably hates you. But not for long. We’ll figure out a way to get everyone back, but right now you have to get up.”
“I can’t do this on my own,” he whispered.
“You’re not on your own,” you told him firmly, placing your hand on his cheek. “You have me. You’ve had me since third grade, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“You almost died because of me.” He placed his own hand over yours, tracing the smooth skin.
“I almost died because of Theo. You didn’t trap me and Malia in that hospital. You didn’t leave us to die. But if you stay here, that’s what you’ll be doing. You’ll be killing us.”
Scott swallowed, and closed his eyes. “What do we do?”
“We get you up, and we find the others.”
“And then what?”
“Then we find Theo, and we stop him. We show him what happens when you fuck with Scott McCall, and Y/n Y/l/n, and Stiles Stilinski. We show him what happens when you fuck with Beacon Hills.”
You pulled your hand away from his cheek and rose to your feet, holding it out to him.
He stared at your outstretched fingers, as if weighing the cost of taking them. It took him a few seconds, but whatever it was must have been worth it, because he placed his hand in yours, and let you pull him to his feet.
“We’ll show him,” you promised.
Scott nodded, and pulled you tight against his chest. “We’ll show him,” he echoed, and this time, he was sure that you would.

14| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 4390

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You asked a group of second year girls where Madame Choi’s office was. After a few comments about your dining hall arguments, they directed you down towards a small corridor where most of the teachers had their offices. You went past the doors until you found the one with the plaque:

Madam Choi Soomin, Senior Ballet Mistress

Scholarship Coordinator

Biting back your excited nerves, you knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Came her voice.

You turned the handle and went in. Madam Choi’s office was not as nice as Mistress Hyejin’s. It was smaller, and windowless. But the walls were painted cream, and framed posters of various ballet productions hung from them, all signed by the casts. There were also photos of Madam Choi with a few other dancers all posing in their costumes. The lady herself sat at her desk, a big pile of papers in front of her. She looked studious with her black rimmed glasses and turtleneck jersey, but you could see the darkening circles under her eyes.

“Miss (Surname).” She regarded you wearily. “What can I do for you?”

“Ma'am I have something to show you.”

She raised her eyebrow, her fingers still intertwined in front of her. “And what would that be?” She asked.

You refrained from biting your lip and brought out your pointe shoes from behind your back. “I kind of have to show you in one of the studios.”

She pursed her lips, looking distastefully at the shoes. “Don’t you have a concussion and an order not to dance? Or have I changed my entire choreography on a lie?”

“Ma'am, the symptoms of my concussion have all gone.” You told her earnestly. “I can dance.”

She didn’t look convinced. “What is it you want to show me?”

“I changed the dance.” You said quietly. Judging by what she’d just said about changing the choreography, you doubted she’d give you a chance.

“By which you mean?”

You took a deep breath, suddenly feeling like you were coming in here to confess a crime. “I changed my solo dance last night.”

“And yet you injured yourself the day before, during Miss Yang’s accident?”

“I thought maybe Doctor Hill would forget to tell the teachers.”

She smiled at that. “My dear, Doctor Hill wouldn’t let you off for an injury even if it were a broken nail.”

“Exactly!” You cried out frustratedly, then snapped your mouth shut. Teacher, right. “I mean. Ma'am Doctor Hill is keeping me off much longer than necessary – it’s ridiculous, and I really want this solo.”

“The number of students I’ve lost because of him.” Madame Choi sighed and stood up. “Lead the way, Miss (Surname).” She said tiredly.

You nervously walked up to the second floor with her. Students were already coming down the stairs for dinner. Some of them gave you stares, remembering your little display at lunch. “What the hell is the bitch doing?” You heard Minjee’s voice. She was descending the stairs with Hyeun, Yuna and Seohyun. They all looked suspiciously at your leotard and dance bag with contempt.

“Miss Gwan, you will report to my office tomorrow morning.” Madam Choi said sharply, loud enough for the whole parade of people to hear. Minjee’s face turned pale. “This school is no place for your foul language.”

“Yes Ma'am.” She said quietly, swallowing. You tried to keep a satisfied smirk off you face.

Reaching the same studio as you’d used last time, you swiftly switched the bright strip lights on and quickly hooked your iPod up. Then you sat down and tied up your pointe shoes, feeling rushed because Madame Choi was standing at the door. At least she wasn’t tapping her foot. You did a few quick stretches – You did not need another injury, then you stood up, a bolt of nerves shooting up you body. You looked at Madame Choi. She gave a curt smile, telling you to begin.

You pressed play and then stepped back and rose onto pointe, lifting your leg up behind you. The music began. You felt the stirring in your belly as the familiar notes reached out for you and pulled you into a world that you had defined together.

As the notes went down, so did you, reaching forwards and raising your leg so that it made a straight line. You could still do it! You tried not to look for a reaction from Madame Choi as you rose back up and instead step turned downstage, and then spun in a slow pirouette.

You stepped a foot back, feeling as though you’d only just discovered you could do it and you stepped forward, as if a whole world – the world of ballet – was blossoming before you. You would join that world, you knew, and you curtsied, marking your entrance. And then the fast notes came, and the entrance was almost over. More notes joined the first until everything came together and then all tentativeness left, and you flew.

You remembered the whole dance easily – the music told you what you needed to do. Madam Choi became less of an individual and more of an anonymous observer as you leapt and spun. You were showing whoever was watching what you could do.

And as the final chorus lead you on once more, you delved into the music and brought it out with you, in the way that only dance could, and truly showed it to the world. You finished in arabesque. But once the last note had been played, you were cut loose, and Madam Choi’s presence was certainly there. You lowered your leg and turned to face her. Your breathing was heavier than usual, and sweat beaded on your back.

Madame Choi was looking at you with her chin raised high, making her even taller than usual. You couldn’t glean anything off her expression. She was simply studying you.

You felt the need to say something and break the horrible silence that she didn’t seem to notice. “It –” Your breathing was very heavy. “It’s not exactly polished.”

She nodded her head down slowly, then took a step towards you, looking you up and down. “Why did you dance like that?” She asked you. Her voice was the same blank calm as usual.

You frowned. You could hardly tell her it had something to do with Park Jimin. Wait, that wasn’t what she’d asked. “I don’t know.” You said. “I was thinking about why I started ballet. It was just, the music fit perfectly to describe it.”

She nodded. “Yes, you had that air of innocence about you.”

You stood there awkwardly. What was she saying? Were your moves too basic?

“I assume you would like me to put your choreography back into the piece?”

“Well I -Yes, Ma'am.”

Her eyes seemed to get sharper every second. “And I assume you would like to be the one to dance it.”

What? Suddenly, your protectiveness kicked in. No one else could dance this! The steps. They were all linked to you, even though you didn’t have the best technique, it was like giving away your favourite childhood toy. Yes, someone might actually use it or dance it better, but it was still your toy! What about all the memories? What about the connections the dance had to you?

Madame Choi was watching you closely. Your badly concealed disappointment answered her question. She sighed and took off her glasses. “When can you dance again?” She asked.

“Saturday, Ma'am.”

“You are one hundred percent healthy?”

“Yes, Ma'am.” You said, a little hope coming up inside.

“And if your symptoms were to return you will be responsible enough to stop?”

You hadn’t been before, but you didn’t think you ought to tell her that. They wouldn’t come back. “Yes Ma'am.”

“There is a lot of work to be done on it.” She said abruptly. “Your extensions ought to be better. An allegro is no reason to be sloppy, and your penche needs to face sideways to the audience, or no one will see the lines.” She put her hands behind her back, and looked at you with those powerful brown eyes. “This is a big risk you ask me and your class to take. If I change the choreography again then we lose another day of rehearsal. We have two rehearsals to go, Miss (Surname) one of which you can’t even attend.”

You held your breath. Oh God no. It was more than just Park Jimin – the reason why you wanted to dance this solo, it was because you really did love ballet, and the elation of dancing this particular piece.

“However.” Madam Choi continued. “I don’t believe either of the routines we have been rehearsing, nor the rest of your classmates can quite grasp the same, understanding you have just displayed.” You could hardly stop from smiling. She liked it! Did that mean you could perform?

“Thank you, Ma'am.” You said, trying not to sound as overjoyed as you were.

She pursed her lips. “You have a long way to go before performance standard, Miss (Surname). I would not tend to presume until you are standing behind that curtain with my absolute approval.”

You nodded quickly, feeling like a small, overexcited child who needed to calm down. She was letting you do it! You could do it, but she was right. There was still time for her to say no. Now you had to focus.

“Go over the first section.” She suddenly ordered. “I’d like to see that penche again. No music.”

You performed the introduction. The emotion was lost without the music, but you knew that you couldn’t let yourself get surrounded by the music until your technique was so habitual that you could trust yourself to perform with quality. Only then could you allow yourself to fully develop into the music. Apparently your penche was acceptable, considering your lack of experience, but it was badly postured. Madame Choi pressed down your back to it arched and pushed your leg even higher, saying it wasn’t quite one-eighty yet.

You went through the whole routine in painstaking detail. Without the support of the music, you sometimes forgot moves, but Madame Choi had the endless patience that all dancers needed to develop – three hours of plies and failed pirouettes weren’t meant to be exciting, and yet that’s how learning ballet is.

“I want you take your movements and make them larger.” She said as you rehearsed once again the middle chorus. “The introduction needs more as well. It all must be bigger on stage, Miss (Surname), or this story you have managed to create will be nonexistent for the audience. You do very nice subtle things – when you open your hand during the first bar after the gentlemen’s piece, it is ought to be a full opening of your entire arm. Subtle doesn’t work.”

You tried opening out, unbending your arm as your fingers spread. “Yes, better, and as you watch your arm or hand, particularly in the introduction, you want to make them head movements rather than just eyes, understand?”

The rain continued to beat against the windows as the sky slowly darkened. It was warm in the studio, though, and you hardly noticed as the minutes and hours passed, and the shrouded sun went down behind the hills. Having never properly watched yourself dance the piece in the mirrors, there was a lot to fix – and Madame Choi was a technique teacher, after all.

“I worked it out so that it wouldn’t affect the original choreography.” You told her at one point.

She shook her head, surveying the empty studio. “No, the class choreography will be changed. They will fit exactly to your solo. Go stage right at the end of that bar…you will lead them into a spiral shape for the climax, and then they’ll circle you. Break out for the final chorus. They will be in the background. Go to the front of the stage.”

You did so. If there was one thing you could let yourself predict about the coming days, it was that your class was not going to be happy, particularly about being in the background at the end. If they wanted credit just for ‘making you look pretty’ then it was at the end – one of the most memorable parts of the performance. However you couldn’t be bothered feeling any sympathy.

“What were you originally finishing in?” Madame Choi asked.

“An arabesque.” You told her.

She nodded. “Let me see your opening arabesque.”

You turned to the side and lifted your leg, your arms reaching out in front.

“And the one at the end?”

“It’s the same.” You replied.

“It shouldn’t be.” She said. “One would hope that you have changed from your childlike state at the beginning of the piece. You have now experienced ballet, but something must be different.”  She regarded your position. “Lift your leg above the ninety, arch your back up. Look proud, knowledgeable…yes, that’s it.”

You didn’t feel proud or knowledgeable, but you knew what she was getting at. You had to change from your discovery of ballet, to your joy at becoming a ballerina.

“Eight forty-eight.” Murmured Madame Choi, looking at her watch. “Once more time, Miss (Surname). And you will rehearse here tomorrow?”

“Yes Ma'am.” You nodded.

She sighed. “I don’t particularly like encouraging rule breaking, but Doctor Hill.” She trailed off, pursing her lips distastefully at the floor. Eventually she snapped out of it and looked at you. “Just try not to bring any attention to your rule breaking.”

You nodded, feeling kind of like you were co-conspirators, except she was your teacher.

“Alright, from the beginning, if you please.”

You flicked your iPod back to the start and began dancing once again. It was difficult remembering both the changes to the choreography and your general technique. Madam Choi, however, had managed to memorize your entire choreography, as well as the class’s in just two hours, and she called out when you got lost. With your concentration on technique and timing, there was little of the connection you’d felt when you’d first performed it tonight, but you didn’t mind.

There were only a few bars left, and you sautéed, jumping high, feeling the satisfying spring in your legs. You spun in your last pirouette, turning away from the windows.

Shinn Taeyeon was looking through the door window.

Shit! You stumbled in your landing.

“Control!” Madame Choi demanded. You frustratedly lifted your leg up in the final arabesque. Taeyeon was staring at your position contemptuously, her nostrils flared. The final note played, and you hurriedly went down. What the hell was she doing here? What if she told Jimin?

“That was good.” Madame Choi was saying. “Aside from the ending.”

“Yes Ma'am.” You murmured. Taeyeon finally made eye contact with you and smirked. Then she pushed the door open and walked in.

“Hey Ma'am!” She said, putting on a Barbie-fake smile.

Madame Choi’s usually scowling face brightened considerably. “Taeyeon! How are your classes going?” She asked, walking over to her.

“Good, thanks ma'am. I just saw you in here and thought I’d say hi.”

“Ah, yes, we were just rehearsing Miss (Surnames)’s solo for the review.” She gestured to you. “Have you met?”

Taeyeon gave you a horribly sweet smile. “Yeah, we’ve met. Hey, I thought you were sick or something?”

Yeah, coming to think of it, you did feel like vomiting. She was sickening.

Madame Choi leaned in conspiratorially. “Well, Doctor Hill’s given her one of those silly rest periods like he used to give Jimin. But Miss (Surname) really does have something to show everyone. You’ll be watching?” She inquired.

“Oh yes.” Taeyeon nodded. “Jimin and I are up against Master Jinho and Mistress Hyejin.”

Madam Choi laughed. “Evenly matched, I think. What are you dancing to?”

“Moonlight Sonata.” Taeyeon replied.

She nodded approvingly. “A good choice.”

“Yeah, we were going to go with Clair de Lune at first, but Jimin and I decided we’d have more chances to show our skill with Beethoven.” Thank God they weren’t doing Clair de Lune. Any remaining connection you had with that piece would have been crushed if you’d watch Jimin and Taeyeon dancing to it – no doubt, beautifully.

You knelt down and untied your pointe shoes. Madam Choi went on. “And how are your sisters? I heard Taeil’s got the solo for the Chinese Variation of the Nutcracker.”

“Yeah.” Said Taeyeon flatly. “It’s not very big, though. My Mom thought she could’ve aimed for better.”

“Ah, not everyone can be the Sugar Plum Fairy, though. I believe she’s just the right technique for the choreography.”

You quickly unplugged your iPod from the stereo. “Ma'am.” You said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I better go before its lights out.”

She turned round and gave you a pleasant smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. You might care to take some time to write down the notes I gave you.”

“I will, Ma'am.” You quickly curtsied a thank you and left, brushing past Taeyeon, who gave you a quick sneer before turning back to being a sickly sweet student.

You huffed as the door shut behind you. You liked Madame Choi – she was a great teacher – however you childishly thought that Taeyeon had brainwashed her.

Before you got to your dorm, you stopped into one of the alcoves and slipped your hoodie and trackpants back on.

The others were still lounging around in their PJs, chatting and reading magazines on the couches. You tried to be inconspicuous as you put your pointe shoes away and got out of your leotard and tights. Minjee, who hadn’t noticed you yet, was sitting with Seohyun, Hyeun and a few other girls from your class, complaining loudly. “Seriously, she was only like, a Coryphée, and yet she walks around like she’s the best teacher in the school.”

“Madame Choi is better than Madame Zhang, Minjee.” Yuna said, who’d been lying on another couch reading a Ballet Magazine. You thought back to lunchtime. Yuna had been there, but at least she’d said things a little more graciously than the others.

“Whatever.” Snorted Minjee, not bothering to look at Yuna. “At least Zhang let me fool around with Jongsoo between combinations.” Yeah, you thought to yourself, thank God for that. “Besides, it’s not like she wasn’t royally pissed off with little drama queen as well.”

“She was so stuck-up on the stairs.” Said Hyeun. “What a teacher’s pet.” You remembered how Minjee had insulted you the other day, and how Hyeun had snapped at her to shut up. It was ridiculous the way she and some of the others had changed sides so quickly. What a bunch of fake bitches. However maybe you would have been one of them when you were fifteen, but even then, you’d been smart enough not to be on anyone’s side other than you own.

One of the other gossiping girls leaned in excitedly. “I know, right? When I offered to help her with her solo, she went all snobby and told me to piss off. I mean, I was just offering to help her.”

“I guess it goes against her code of conduct to actually accept help from a first year.” Minjee said. “That’s why she thinks she’s so great – getting in with Park Jimin, Shinn Taeyeon and that Dawon girl.”

“They didn’t even want to talk to her.” Seohyun said with a giggle. “I mean, did you see the way Jimin walked out? Even people her own age can’t stand her massive ego.”

“Bighead (Name).” Minjee said with a smug smile.

You rolled your eyes, deciding you’d really rather not remain inconspicuous. “Wow Minjee.” You said, walking down the aisle of beds to them. “You learnt how to alliterate. Well done!”

She looked at you and stood up, undeterred. “I don’t think we invited you into this conversation, (Name).” She said your name tauntingly.

“Why not?” You said, smiling. “It’s not like I don’t already know what you think of me.” You sat down on the edge of one of the couches. “Go, talk.” You looked at the other girls, who sat looking down uncomfortably. “Or is it not so much fun insulting someone when you’re scared they’ll hear you?”

“We’re just saying it like it is, (Name).” Hyeun mumbled.

You laughed. “Hyeun, you really know nothing about me. And until you do, please stop basing me on ridiculous clichés you got off the Disney Channel. You have no evidence.” You knew you were only making things worse for yourself, but you really couldn’t be bothered.

Hyeun leapt up from the floor. “You are such a bitch!”

“I think we’ve already established that.” You said drawlingly.

“Really funny, (Name).” Minjee rolled her eyes, folding her arms.

You raised your eyebrows. “How so?”

“Ugh.” She huffed. “You’re pathetic.”

“And you’ve just run out of comebacks.”

Minjee looked you up and down then took a step towards you. “You really think you’re something, don’t you?”

“Well you’re sure making a big deal out of me, Minjee.” You told her, standing up from the edge of the sofa. You were towering a great deal over her. She glared up at you, narrowing her mascara-laden eyes.

“You’re gonna pay for being such a bitch.” She said quietly.

You rolled your eyes. “Where’s that from? James Bond?”

“God you’re a bitch!” She took another step towards you. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain across your cheek.

“What the hell?” She’d just slapped you!

“You deserve it!” She yelled.

“Are you fucking crazy!” You roared, some of your control going up with the pain in your cheek.

“Maybe, but at least I aren’t so damn stuck-up!”

“Why! Because I work hard and get results?”

“You don’t work hard! You don’t even have any experience! You’re too old!”

“What the heck is – ”

“Excuse me!” Every head snapped to the doorway.

Madame Hyejin stood there, wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. She looked frighteningly tall, and she began walking right towards you and Minjee. You’d both unconsciously stepped away from each other. “What on Earth is going on?” She demanded.

“We – ”

“I – ” Minjee and you began at the same time.

Madame Hyejin looked between the two of you, her hands on her hips. “How dare you both make such a racket! I should send you to Master Jinho right now! What happened?”

No one said anything.

Madame Hyejin looked at you and Minjee, studying you both closely. She looked carefully at your face. “She slapped you?”

You nodded tentatively. You hadn’t wanted to tell her. You didn’t need teachers to know about it – it was your fight.

“She led me on, Ma'am.” Minjee said hastily.

Madame Hyejin shook her head in disgust, her eyes on Minjee. “You know – I don’t care what you were arguing about! That behaviour is absolutely disgraceful!” She snapped back to you. “And for you to react by yelling! You could have walked away! This is absolutely appalling! Ballet Dancers pride themselves on having grace and manners no matter what the situation! By being at this school you adhere to those rules at all times!” She exclaimed, her hands flying up in the air. “I will think of a suitable punishment and you will both come to my office after classes tomorrow. Understand?”

You both nodded.

Madame Hyejin surveyed the rest of the dorm. “Everyone get to bed. And if anyone says a single word they will regret it. Miss (Surname), I would like to talk to you outside for a moment.” She spun on her heel and walked back out.

You followed her nervously.

Out in the cool corridor, Madame Hyejin sighed wearily. For the first time, you noticed the bags under her eyes.

“Miss (Surname) I understand how it must be hard for you to deal with little girls who are two years younger than you, however, you must have patience with them. God knows I do not need this after the past couple of days.” She said, putting two manicured fingers to her forehead.

You suddenly felt guilty, remembering where she must have been. “Ma'am. How is Jiwoo?” You asked.

She gave you a tired smile. “Miss Yang is recovering well. They expect only three more days in the hospital at most.”

“Will she be coming back?” You already knew the answer, but you had to get the confirmation.

Madame Hyejin was already shaking her head. “We don’t quite know how she well she will heal in the long-term, but certainly not this term.”

You nodded slowly. Your poor friend. You had been so consumed in your own drama for the past two days that you hadn’t though much about her.

“She is allowed to have visitors from Saturday on. She asked for you, would you like to go?”

“Of course.” You said nodding frantically.

“Good. Oh, and one last thing – Doctor Hill informed me of your concussion.”

You nodded, swallowing. You didn’t want to have to lie.

“I understand why you did not tell anyone sooner – Miss Yang’s injury was more severe, but I must stress the importance of reporting injuries. I certainly don’t want to have another student in hospital because she went to sleep and could not wake up again. Have you been taking your pills?”

“Yes Ma'am.” Well, you would take them in a minute…

“Good, now go and get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Ma'am.” You curtsied and went back inside. Everyone else was obediently 'asleep’ and you got into bed quietly.

Madame Hyejin was right – you did have to have patience with your classmates. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t prove your worth on Sunday. To your class, to Taeyeon and to Jimin?

Now you understood – it wasn’t to prove him wrong about you. If what you guessed from your talk with Dawon was correct, then you would not be proving anything to him. You would just be reminding him.

Slowly you drifted of to sleep. The memory of strong hands on your waist, a warm, tall body close to yours…and brown eyes…staring into yours as you stared into them with no pretence, no nervousness…just discovery.

Cheater (Part 5) (Jughead x Reader)

A/N: Part 5 is here! (I’m probably more excited about new parts than anyone else is).Thank you to everyone that has been following this little series, your messages make me so happy. :)

Warning for angst. I’ll tag other warnings bc spoilers. Happy reading!

Feel free to make a request if there’s something you want me to write. :)


Your mom woke you up an hour before you needed to leave. She brought you some plain toast with a little butter on. “You should try to eat something,” she said handing you the plate.
“Thank you, I feel a bit better now,” you said taking a bite of the toast.

You noticed the notifications light on your phone flashing so you picked it up. 1 message from Veronica.
Missing you at school girl. I hope you’re feeling better! Xx

You imagined what it would be like at school. Veronica would probably have to get used to not having you around. There was no way Jughead, Betty and you would be able to hang out together like a happy family. It would definitely be you that got pushed from the group. Archie had been Jughead’s best friend since they were little kids and Betty had known them both that long too. Although Veronica was your best friend, she was seeing Archie and was close friends with Betty. Kevin was Betty’s best friend so of course, he wouldn’t be able to talk to you anymore.

You closed your eyes sadly, you loved that group and you didn’t want to have to make all new friends. It might just be easier for you to transfer schools but the only other school in Riverdale was Southside High and you knew you wouldn’t fit in there. Not to mention your parents would never allow you to transfer there.

“Y/N, are you ready to go?” your mother’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

Quickly, you jumped out of bed throwing on the first clothes you found. “Almost,” you called out to her. You tied your hair up into a messy bun and slipped your shoes on rushing downstairs. You climbed into the car next to your mom and she drove you to the Doctor’s office.

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You sat in the waiting room with your mom. She was reading a magazine whilst you nervously picked at your fingers. Luckily it wasn’t very busy so no one was sitting next to you.

After about half an hour of waiting, you were called. You left your mom in the waiting room and went to meet the Doctor.

“Hello, Y/N,” the Doctor greeted with a friendly smile.
“Hello,” you replied nervously, taking the seat opposite her desk.
“So, how are you?” she asked. “It says in my notes you’ve been experiencing some nausea and vomiting?”.
“Yes,” you confirmed. “I think it’s just stress. I’m going through a break-up” you added.
“I’m sorry about that,” the Doctor said. “Stress could definitely be a factor. I’m going to ask a few routine questions, okay?”.

The Doctor asked about your usual diet, exercise and lifestyle. She then asked about your medical history and your current ailments. You answered her questions as best you could. After she was done asking questions, she took your height and weight. Then she asked you to lay on the table while she measured your heart rate and felt your stomach.

When she was done, you took your seat. “Okay, all looks alright,” she said. “You’re a little underweight, this is probably to do with the amount you’ve managed to eat and the vomiting so I’m not too concerned about that,”. She smiled at you reassuringly.

You blew out a breath in relief.
“Just for completeness I have to ask, is there any possibility that you could be pregnant?” she asked.

The question surprised you. There couldn’t be, could there? You blinked away memories of Jughead’s bare chest, warm lips and soft moans. “No, I don’t think so,” you answered.
“When was your last period?” the Doctor enquired.
“Thinking about it, I’m not sure. I might be late actually,” you answered. Panic began to set in.

“Okay, no need to panic. I’m going to ask you to take a test. If you’re not pregnant, at least we can rule that out of the possibilities,” she said standing to get a test for you.

She directed you to the toilet and you walked there, your heart pounding. You took the test and walked back to the office trying to steady your breath. Your mouth was dry and you could hear your heart beat inside your ears. You sat back in the chair handing the test to the Doctor with shaking hands.

“Don’t worry, the result will show in a few minutes,” she said, her tone was soothing.

The next two minutes passed painfully slowly as you waited for the result. The Doctor checked the test carefully before speaking. “Well, Y/N, we know why you’ve been feeling ill. You’re about 5 weeks pregnant. We’ll run a blood test to confirm how far along you are then we can organise a scan. In the mean time, you may want to get in contact with the father before we discuss your options,”.


A/N: Hey, me again. I know some of you might be disappointed that reader is pregnant but… I can let you know what the whole request was now!
“Hi I love your images if you have the time can you do a image where reader is dating Jughead and he cheats on reader with Betty and chose her over reader and reader has to deal with a broken heart and finding out she is pregnant” - @teytey86



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Please Don't Leave - Soryu Oh

I heard this song and just knew I had to write a fic for it, and I decided on Soryu for the character. I hope you like it!
Feedback is greatly appreciated!

*Mentions of lovemaking, but other than that, no smuttiness here, hehe. This is *mildly* angsty though.

Song: Please Don’t Leave Quite Yet by Adam Agin. I listened to it as I wrote this and I *highly* recommend that you listen to it while you read. It adds a lot to the fic :)


      With one last glance at you, the handsome mobster closed the door of the hotel suite. It separated not only your bodies, but the relationship. Or whatever it was you two shared. There had been no date, no confession, not even a single kiss. Soryu was just a man who needed you to stand in for Mei Ling. No matter how close you had gotten in the past couple of weeks, that man was not yours to claim.

      It was best for the Ice Dragons if he married the princess of the Bell Crickets. That was a decision you had made. You sent him away. He had people to take care of, who depended on him for leadership, who were you to selfishly stand in the way?

      For a while, the suite was quiet. Your feet made hardly a noise as you paced around, trying to push the thoughts of Soryu away, but failing miserably.

      ‘Forget it, _______. He has a dream for himself, one that Mei Ling can help him achieve. You won’t do him any good.’ You thought. The image of the living room faded away to be replaced by a broken daydream; Soryu Oh, clothed in a fine suit, hair gelled back with not a strand out of place, standing at the altar. In front of him stood the young, black-haired girl, smiling with reservation. They exchanged the two infamous words then shared a kiss. They looked like a fine couple. This vision brought tears to your eyes. Nevertheless, you willed them away and continued wandering aimlessly about.

      'Mei Ling will make him happy. She’ll marry him, have his children…’ Another vision; the pair, rings sparkling on their hands, kissing after an evening of lovemaking. She’ll revel in the feeling of his strong arms holding her body, his weight pressed gently on her. She will be the one to know his lips like the back of her hand. She’ll experience the joy of having him come home to her every night, the warmth of the bed when he’s present, the tender sight of him silently reading his detective novels.

      Never in your life had it been this hard to forget someone - his face, his touch, his voice - it all surrounded you, memories came back one after another, each one filling you with joyous, loving thoughts towards the engaged man.

      It was like you were standing in the middle of a tornado. There was nowhere to run, no chance of escaping the barrage of sweet moments you two kept buried in your minds. The feeling burned inside your chest, making itself impossible to ignore or deny. And you couldn’t deny it any longer.

      You were in love with Soryu Oh and you needed him in your life.

      The following moments were a blur. Pictures of him flashed before your eyes. You slung your bag over your shoulder then dashed out the door as if you were racing a fire. Guests and staff stared as you rushed past them.

      Shoes pounded against the ground, your lungs quickly began to burn and legs began to tire after a few minutes of running. But you refused to stop, only slowing at times to catch your breath. This emotion-fueled marathon continued until the airport was within sight. The automatic doors couldn’t open quick enough. Again, people stared and whispered as you ran by, but you didn’t give them a second glance after confirming they weren’t the person you were looking for. Breathing heavily, you paused to look at the lit-up sign listing the departing flights.

      'London…Dubai…Hong Kong!’ You found his, then checked its status.

      Boarding Now.

      With widened eyes and a desperate heart, you took off once again towards the respective gate. The hallway seemed to stretch out, becoming longer and longer as you ran through it.

      'Please don’t leave yet!’

      Finally, the gate came into view. You searched each passenger’s face, feeling hopelessness sink in after each one was deemed incorrect. Then, it felt as if you were struck by lightning. It halted your feet, glued them to the floor. Your bag slid off your shoulder and you held it by its strap in your hand down by your side.

      There he was, standing at the door, ushering his fiancé, Mei Ling, in before him. He offered a small smile, but its forced nature was clear. He hesitated for a moment, glowering at something random in the building. You felt tongue-tied, but then he turned to enter. And the word was ripped from your throat, strangled and sad and balancing precariously between hopeful and hopeless.


      He froze, back still turned. His head began to turn, as if tempted to look back. Although he stayed still, so you called out again, with more clarity to ensure that he heard you plainly.


      Surprise claiming his face, he turned to meet your gaze. You were sure he could see the tears filling your eyes. For a moment, you both just stood, looking at each other. Then your feet were freed from their grasp on the floor, and you bolted in his direction. His height became more apparent as you got closer, dropping the bag carelessly.

      Without any hesitation, you threw yourself into his arms. He slowly wrapped them around you. It was pure relief and love that came with that embrace. A tear found its way down your cheek and onto the shoulder of his jacket. It took a moment to compose yourself enough to look in his eyes, but once you did, the words flowed from your lips like a river without a dam.

      “Soryu, I love you. I love you so much. I..I need you. Please don’t leave. I’m sorry I rejected you, I was just trying to do what was best for you, and I thought that-”

      You were interrupted by his lips meeting yours. His large hands were placed on either side of your face. His response was evidential in this shamelessly passionate and public kiss. It lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away, and gazing deeply into your tearful eyes, he spoke a phrase that sent your heart soaring.

      “You are what’s best for me…_______.” He kissed you again. Both of you were too absorbed in this confession to notice several patrons, including Mei Ling, watching you with smiles, endeared by the love and commitment. All that mattered right now was enjoying the kiss of the man you loved, and who loved you equally as much.


I hope the last couple of sentences didn’t come off as cheesy, lol. And I hope you enjoyed this fic! I wrote the entire thing in about an hour, maybe even less! I’m proud of myself :)
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