Request// Jughead x Reader Imagine, instead of Cheryl trying to kill herself, it’s both the reader and Cheryl. They split up to make it harder to find them, and the gang finds Cheryl, but not reader on time
Warnings- you already know how depressing my imagines can get :) but I’ll clarify anyways. Suicide attempt, and suicidal thoughts.
She will be my bestfriend. She will be someone I can confide in. She will be loyal. She will be supportive. She will be understanding. She will be adventurous. She will be different. She will be courageous. She will be confident. She will not be temporary.
Summary: Life as a young actress was hard, but when you get a part in a promising movie and reunite with the man you’ve fantasized about since you were 15 things get harder. At first it’s like every dream you ever had is coming true. But reality pulls you down from cloud nine as you start to fall for the one guy you weren’t supposed to.
WARNINGS: Mentions of alcohol and pregnancy, lots of “God” and “Oh My God”.
A/N: In this chapter the reader and a friend talk about two real movies I do not own the credits to. However the reader’s characters come from my imagination.
Aaron drove me home after exchanging numbers to keep in touch before starting to film. Right now I found myself alone with all the thoughts I’d pushed to the back of my mind since seeing him.
I owned what they call a micro apartment, it was very comfortable and cute. As I walked in I drop my stuff in the kitchen counter and fall onto my couch. Pressing my face against a pillow and wiggling the shoes out of my feet like a little girl. “Im going to hell” I say against it but it comes out as a muffled groan.
There’s a knock on my door and I groan louder. Standing up I open the door slightly, hiding behind it. I sigh relieved when I see my neighbour Kelly outside and let her come in. “How did it go?! Did they tell you what part you’re gettin yet?” she asks excitedly dropping sat on my bed. I smile sadly and walk over to the couch. Giving her suspense. Kelly was a 24 years old hair dresser I met moving in, she was a sunshine and the mom friend type.
I look at her as she waits for a response impatiently. “I GOT THE SECOND MAIN CHARACTER!” I yell and she jumps excitedly in her place, cheering me. “That’s so great Y/N!” she exclaims. I smile widely, I loved having someone understand my excitement. “You are looking at Agent…” I make a pause, trying to remember the name of my character “Carsey? Cassidy?” I frown to myself, none of those were right.
“Oh my God you forgot” she giggles and shake my head, c'mon I knew I could get it. “CARINA! HA!” I stand in victory shaking my shoulders “With a C” I specify pointing at her, moving towards the kitchen. “I’ll make us a drink” I say turning towards the fridge, Kelly was a sucker for the sweet alcoholic drinks I used to make every now and then. I bend to get a better look at the contents on my fridge and Kelly slaps my butt. You could say she was my bestfriend, but it’s not like I had any other friends in New York.
“Actually…” she trails off and I look at her raising my eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna take off with your boyfriend again!” I scold standing straight again, she bites her lip but shakes her head. “What then? I have so much to tell you….” I trail off putting a fake sad face, she was gonna abandon me before I even got to tell her about Aaron.
She is trying to contain a smile as she reaches for the back pocket of her jean. Her big green eyes staring into my own as she shows me a pregnancy test. Every expression banished off my face I freeze. Did it say positive? Did it say negative? Who knows? But because she is showing me - after I offered her alcohol- I assume it says positive. A little unsure and stunned I look at her wide eyes. “You’re pregnant?” I ask very softly, hoping not to make a fool of myself. She smiles even more and nods “I’m pregnant!!” She jumps in place and I hug her immediately.
“That’s… great, I hope your boyfriend gets happy!” My voice sounds as unsure as I am, she let’s go and chuckles. “Y/n believe it or not there are people who want kids” she says mocking my startled state. I laugh and scratch my cheek, “I know its just that…” she stops me by raising a hand. “You’re young, you don’t see it now.” I shake my head laughing even more. “No! It’s just that if one of my friends came to me saying she was pregnant I’d expect tears and regret and all that…“ I dramatize with my hands “I just forget how old you are” I tease and she pushes my shoulder back.
“But really, those are big news Kel. I’m very happy for you” she gets a huge grin. “Sooo, let’s make a milkshake instead” I propose turning towards the fridge again. “Oh yess please” she says sitting on the counter.
I take out everything I had to make a milkshake as I tell Kel about Aaron. “Oh the guy from Savages right?” she asked and I nodded, oh boy I loved him in that movie. I told her everything since I ran out of the cab until I got back home. After many “Oh my God I can’t believe you know him!” and “Oh he is SO HOT” she finally asks how did we even met. “Filming an Avengers movie, had many scenes together” I tell her. “You are in a super hero movie?!” She asks and I snort.
“You didn’t know this when we became friends?” I ask her and she opens her mouth but stays silent for a minute. “I did not! Do I look like I watch super hero movies? I just thought you were in that show you moved here for.” The sound of the blender interrupts her and I smile, she puts a poker face knowing I did it in purpose. “I just make special apparitions on that show, I have a contract with Marvel.” I tell her over the sound of the blender. “I’m a demigodess that can poorly control ice” she gives me a smug smile and I know she’s about to say something stupid. “Like Elsa?” her eyebrows dance up and down and I roll my eyes.
The blender stops and Kelly hands me two glasses. “Anyhow, point is unlike Aaron my…” I stop mid-sentece and squint my eyes, a devilish grin appearing on my face. I look at Kelly as I hand her a glass of milkshake. “Do you wanna see the Avengers movies?” I ask kicking an eyebrow up and down. She takes a sip and licks her lips “Sure”. I smile, internally celebrating.
I was about to do two things. First; introduce her to MCU and make her love it. And second; make her ultimately love Pietro so much she wouldn’t even see his death coming. I smile to myself setting up the tv. What? I was a fangirl, I was going to make her suffer with me.
“Was wondering…” She trails off getting down from the counter. “Could I like, throw this in your bin?” I turn my head and she holds up the pregnancy test, I nod repeatedly. “You peed there, why are you still holding it?” “I want to surprise my boyfriend. Don’t want him to find out by seeing this in our bin when he comes home.” She says as she disposes of it on the small trash bin hidden under the counter.
“Sure, barely use it anyway.” I say sitting in my bed careful not to spill the milkshake. “Let me go get my movie blanket” she says and I laugh, getting her middle finger as she disappears behind the door onto her apartment. My phone buzzes and I answer it without looking. “Hai” I greet with a half-full mouth.
“Hey” a deep male voice greets back laughing. I choke on the milkshake and cough loudly sitting straight.
“Aaron” for a moment I’m shocked “checking if I gave you the right number?”
“Nah. Just looking through the contract still…”
“Oh yes? See something interesting?” I ask and he hums unsure.
“We got a kiss scene darlin’ ” my mouth falls open to his words. Without thinking I put the call on mute and squeal, putting the milkshake down I jump from the bed with the phone in hands.
“OH MY GOD! OH LORD I GOT A KISS SCENE!! OH MY GOD ” I’m ecstatic as I dance around to a song only I can hear. “I GET TO KISS AARON!! GOD THANK YOU!” I yell like a fucking 13yo But something pulls me down from my cloud.
“Hello?” It’s Aaron’s worried voice. I breathe a bit and chill.
I put my most serious face in order to relax my tone “Hey! sorry, my neighbor is here and I didn’t want her to know anything about the movie before seeing it” I say completely achieving a calmer tone. God I was a good actress.
“Oh alright. Well just letting you know little one, in case you’re not comfortable with it.” I see Kelly run inside my apartment with wide scared eyes. I shush her putting my finger on my lips violently and she sighs throwing her head back.
“Ok first you’re gonna have to stop calling me little one A, It’s gonna get weird.”
“I know you’re saying that so I quit it. I will not”
“Ugh you’re a pain” I joke.
“Deal with it big girl”
“Oh please” I roll my eyes and after seconds of silence we both end up laughing. Once we’ve stopped I say “Honestly I don’t have a problem with it, you?” God don’t let him have a problem with it pleaaase? I get on my knees on the couch and make faces waiting for his answer.
“Not at all little one, it’s the job.”
He sounds like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t. Neither do I for a minute, hoping he’d gather the courage to say it. But perhaps it was just my imagination.
“Y/n movies are waiting” Kelly says loud enough for Aaron to hear it on the other line. I fall back on Earth and nod without looking at her. “Sorry about her, she’s excited that I’m about to introduce her to our acting” Kelly passes behind me and slaps my shoulder as a complaint.
“Say nice things about me, he’s hot.” She fake flirts and Aaron chuckles, used to the attention. “And you’re pregnant go away” I tease turning to see her and she flips me off.
Aaron’s laugh fills my ears. “She freaking flipped me off” I complain and he laughs harder.
“Tell her I like her”
“You’re both so mean to me!” I complain and Kelly snorts.
“Cuz you’re little” she says and I gasp.
“OHH! I heard that! I like her even more!” I laugh throwing my body on the couch and putting Aaron on speaker, peeking Kelly’s interest.
“I’m never letting you two meet” I mumble
They both laugh. “It would be a nightmare, I can see it”
“Yeah cuz little one’s are easy to bully” I frown at my phone, Kelly laughs without a sound.
“Aaron I’m your friend!”
“Kelly can be my friend too” he flirts and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“UGH, old people” they both laugh again. FOR REAL?!
“Well I’ll leave you girls to it, wouldn’t wanna steal your friend Y/n”
“She already likes you more than she likes me!” I joke
“Das not truee” she says and I smile, taking the speaker off.
“Better not be, he doesn’t make milkshakes like I do” I reply and Aaron chuckles. “Hey, well see you soon then”
“Real soon little one, have fun” “Bye” and with that he’s hanged up. My mind immediately runs back to his news. I jump from the couch “Oh my God Kellyyy” I sing and she looks at me. “You like him” she states and I frown. “What!? No!”
She raises her eyebrows, not buying it. “Ok then what were you gonna say?” I stop and think. If i actually told her how excited I was about this kiss scene she was going to think I did like him. “Ugh!”
“See? You do like him” “No I don’t” I crawl in the bed and sit down next to her. “I am just getting my first kiss scene” I say low. “Is it with him?” she smirks knowingly and I groan throwing my back against the wall.
“Knew it” she teases putting the movie on play. I pause it again. “I Don’t!” Her eyes turn to me “This is stupid…. I might just have a teeny tiny desire for him” I explain and she frowns “Like… sexual.. desire?” “Yes like sexual desire Kelly” her mouth falls open.
“Oh you WANT him” I chuckle “Shut up” I say playing the movie and laying down next to her.
“You’re an ass”
“I know” I say handing her another tissue. She pushes my hand away. Ok she’s just mad, not crying anymore.
We sit in silence as the credits play in front of us. She turns her head to me and stares like a little angry kid, I try to hold back a laugh. “Is it bad that I would’ve preferred the kid to die?” She asks and I explode in laughter. After I take a breath I look at her “Considering you are going to have a kid yourself, yeah” she groans and shifts.
“Tell me about set” she asks putting her empty glass away. Oh yeah, I had to make two more milkshakes for her because she debuted her newly acquired pregnancy card on me. I sigh and shrug, going back in my mind.
“It was so much fun, but tiring too. They would have to take so many scenes again because the guys were fooling around or something.” I chuckle at the memory “Elizabeth makes SO many faces when she’s not rolling” I laugh now and so does Kelly. “And Aaron putting up that accent… Oh MOTHER” My memory travels back to those moments.
《 Avengers:Age of Ultron set 》
I pretend I’m freezing something putting my best concentrated face. Then, as rehearsed, I turn and my character accidentally freezes the floor. Causing Pietro to slip and slide all the way to me, colliding with my body and throwing us both to the floor. Once they’re done with Aaron ‘slipping and sliding’ they make us lay on the floor, him in top of me. We make the take and my character apologizes many times as Aaron stands and I do too. “You’re gonna get me to die” he says angrily in the heavy accent. He is very close, his breath moving my hair, my character looks down in shame. “I.. I can’t help it” she says in a low voice, but Pietro is gone.
《 Back in 2017 》
“I bet you got all kinds of feelings having him that close” Kelly teases and I snort “You have NO idea”
“I don’t know how you people do it” she says shaking her head “I’d literally die right there having a daddy like Captain America so close” “Kellyy!” I scold and she laughs “You have a boyfriend for God’s sake” “He’s in like China or something girl, don’t worry” “Oh my, poor man” .
“ Anyhow, well when you work for movies like this your character has a reputation to live up to. You gotta transform yourself into another person because there is people that have read about this characters since they were kids and you gotta give your best and it’s exhausting. But the cast is by the most part so nice and all goofs, they make everything better…” My mind lingers for a bit longer “Gosh I miss Aaron in set with us, he smiles so much” I say and Kelly rests her chin on her hand.
“Anyway… um, the guys are the worst you should see them” I laugh trying to get Aaron’s face out of my head. “Captain America kissed Iron man once” her eyes go wide, he face lighting up “There is no evidence” I shake my head slowly and she fake cries.
“And I learned that Hemsworth loves to get wet” I wink as she drools at the image playing on her head.
“Yup, sounds like a good job” she states. I snort, she wasn’t wrong.
Prompts: where him and the reader are like best friends. The readers old best
friend like comes back into town and they start hanging out a lot and
Dami starts to get jealous™
A/N: hope you like it! (for the bathroom scene, by old apartment had a bathroom connected to the smallest bedroom, so that’s where i got the idea from.)
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Being bestfriends with Damian Wayne wasn’t easy, and it seemed to be a struggle when trying to hang out with your old bestfriend, who recently moved back from Nebraska. You loved both of your bestfriends and couldn’t ask for better ones, but Damian pissed you off beyond limits when he would keep interrupting you and (b/f/n) when hanging out. It happened every single time..
You and (b/f/n) were sitting on your bed, chatting about everything. “What’d I miss while in Nebraska?” (b/f/n) asked, very curious about everything she missed. You started explaining about what happened, how there was a new Robin and the old one because Red Robin, how you meet some pretty cool people, how you’re friends with the one and only Bruce Wayne’s youngest son. You two were talking for a good four hours till suddenly there was a knock on your window.. and this wasn’t the first time it happened.
“Damian!” You yelled at him, obviously angry. You let him in, which could have been a bad choice, I mean it was a bad choice.
“Whats wrong with coming to see-” Damian look straight at your bestfriend, looking (her/him) dead in the eye, “MY bestfriend.” he spat, emphasizing the ‘my’. This odd behavior did go unnoticed by you, so you did what you thought was best. You roughly grabbed the thirteen year old boy by the collar of his maroon sweatshirt, pulling him into the bathroom that was connected to your decent sized bedroom.
“You’re jealous of (b/f/n) aren’t you?” you asked, a smug look now on your face.
“No, I am not.” Damian informed you, avoiding your gaze.
“Admit it! You are!” you soon responded, pointing your pointer finger in his face. Damian just scoffed, rolling his eyes in the process. “Its obvious that you are.. but its no going to excuse your rude-ass behavior! I’m trying to hang out with (b/f/n) can’t you see? You know you’re still going to be my bestfriend! She was my first childhood friend!” you suddenly yelled at your friend, still fed up with his attitude towards this whole situation. Damian scoffed, crossing his arms.
“I’ll see you later, (y/l/n),” he spat, angry at you for choosing (her/him) over him. Damian didn’t have any childhood friends, so he had no idea how it felt. Damian walked out, looking at (b/f/n) one last time, maybe not the last time.. but the last time today. “Goodbye, (b/f/l/n).” You walked out of the bathroom, seeing Damian leave, hearing at how he actually spoke to your friend instead of being a dick.
You and (b/f/n) let out soft laughs, your bestfriend trying not to laugh to hard. They must have found this whole Damian situation funny, and as all bestfriends notice.. you and Damian obviously were smitten for each other, even at your guy’s young age.
A/N: based off of this post from @kurtwxgners + Flashbacks and different pov’s are italicized because y’all know Im the queen of excessively using flashbacks to show character development. ;)
It was mid-January and you couldn’t help the cheeky grin that poured over your features as you skipped to your best friends’ side. They all smiled back widely, sharing looks, and asking why you were in such a good mood. Honestly it was a mix of everything; the atmosphere, your new clothes, the weather. You loved the winter time and even though Christmas passed a few weeks before you were yet to come off the high of the holidays. Shrugging lightly your lips quirked up giddily as your fingers traced the lace detail in your skirt, “probably just the new clothes” Everything on your body was new to your collection; from the skirt Jean had bought you on new year’s to the boots you had begged Alex to get you for Christmas.
im so glad i met my bestfriend. shes like my real life soulmate… its like we had so many past lives together and hopefully will have every future life together! I love her so much and would do anything to protect her!!!! when we first met (which was so long ago) everything was so natural after that we connect mentally and can just look at eachother and know what were thinking.. shes probably my twin flame!!
Summary: You’ve been friends with Jack since you were kids, and he’s always supported every single one of your dreams. When you win a Grammy, he makes the night even more memorable when he proposes to you at the afterparty.
Dedicated too: The anon who requested this; I apologise about getting a little too caught up in writing this but I honestly loved the concept and included Conor quite alot (it felt appropriate)xo
When you were six, you entered a dance competition at your school and came last. When you were nine, you ran a half marathon and dropped out mid-way through. When you were twelve, you took part in a drawing competition, and came fourth.
By that point, you were so done with competing in subjects in which you had absolutely no talent. If it wasn’t for your bestfriend, Jack Maynard, and his older brother Conor, you would’ve given up and never entered another contest again. But when you were sixteen, and your school was holding yet another talent show, they encouraged you to enter; and were adamant that you did the one thing they knew you excelled at. They wanted you to sing.
That night was the first night you ever sang infront of anyone but your family and the Maynards’, and it was exhilarating. Your stage presence was electrifying and the feeling that ran through your blood made you feel something you’d never felt before.
That was when you knew what you were destined to do. You entered tons of competitions and just two years later you were picked out by a management team and offered a once in a life time record deal. At first you’d hesitated; it was a huge deal and wasn’t a decision that a nineteen year old could make alone. And so you found comfort in the one person who’s opinion you truly valued with everything you had.
Yourself and Jack spent hours sat in the old treehouse, duvets thrown over you and fairy lights illuminating the space - the vibe simply too magical to recreate. You talked and talked for hours, about the pros and the cons and the changes that would come. By the end of the night, your decision had been made, and even Conor, who’d released his debut single a year earlier and peaked on the UK charts - was ecstatic when you told him.
It was then that you knew you’d made the right decision. You called up the number of the management company, and accepted their offer - and your life took off. Before you knew it you were in the studio, recording songs and releasing singles and albums and everything you’d ever dreamed of. You collaborated with Conor on a song which reached number one in the charts, you toured with Jack by your side, and he managed to vlog the entire thing.
Your best friends Youtube channel was taking off, he was making so many friends who were all apart of the same thing that he was, and you were so caught up in your responsibilities that you would’ve imagined that the two would’ve parted ways. But you never did. You stuck by his side through thick and thin, and he supported your every decision. He was still your bestfriend; but after spending so much time together and being mistaken as a couple in several magazines and news articles, the two of you began to consider that maybe, you were destined to become more than just that.
You fell in love under the sun, whilst taking a stroll across a beach in California with his oversized hoodie drowning your petite figure and your hand connected between you. You’d managed to not be noticed yet, all thanks to Jack, and that was the day you realised that you didn’t just want to be bestfriends anymore. And so you made a split second decision, and wrapped your arms around this neck - pulling him down and brushing your soft lips against his slightly chapped ones.
This year was the year of The Grammy’s. You’d been nominated for six awards and were so humbly grateful for that. You invited the whole buttercream squad, who thanked you over and over and promised to be on their best behaviour. You rolled your eyes, and hugged them all, which was almost a foreign feeling seeing as none of them were screaming or fingerling over you like the majority of your fans did. These guys were your friends, and they knew who you were beneath the fame and the music, and you’d always treasure that.
The guys all gathered in your hotel room after you’d argued your way out of having your own makeup artist and lady who dressed you. You didn’t need that, you were a human being who could dress herself; and you had Zoe, who always managed to create the most stunning makeup looks on you. You had all of the boys to help you get dressed and make sure you had no one strand of hair out of place, you had Josh, who was tall enough to make sure your cleavage didn’t look wonky in your dress.
They were everything you could’ve needed.
The whole three hours of prepping was spent laughing, and the nerves that’d been building in the pit of your stomach completely diminished. By the time you got the call that your car was ready downstairs, you were ready to leave and were simply waiting on the boys, who were performing last minute checks on their hair. You and Zoe were smirking to eachother as you heard them arguing over who got to use the mirror, but eventually they all started to emerge from the bathroom - each in a different style of suit which implemented them perfectly.
You immediately looked toward the Maynard brothers, who were staring at you with tears in their eyes. You frowned and pursed your lips, pushing back the tears as you pulled them both into a group hug, whispering ‘thank you’ over and over again. Every single one of your friends meant the world to you, but the brothers had been there for you since the very beginning - and they were the reason that you were where you were.
That evening, your whole group broke every rule in the book and walked the red carpet as a group, your hand tightly in Jack’s as she smile at all of the cameras and do silly poses together. You made sure your whole group got atleast twenty photographs together before leading them off of the carpet and into the venue. Your eyes were wide in awe and the chandeliers simply took your breath away.
You were seated with all of your friends, Jack and Conor on both of your sides with their hands entwined with yours. You spent the evening cheering for your fellow friends in the industry and screaming in excitement whenever one of your favourite artists won an award. When it finally came to the categories that you’d been nominated for, you stopped breathing for a moment, and almost fainted when you heard your name being shouted through the microphone in excitement.
Your eyes widen and your heart speeds up, but after a few seconds everyone stood up and began to cheer for you, and offered you the confidence you needed to stand up and pick up your dress; beginning the walk toward the stage. A few tears of emotion were running down your cheeks by the time you took the trophy from the presenter and hugged him tightly. You approached the podium, and smiled at the extremely large crowd of hugely powerful artists, such as Beyonce and Taylor Swift.
You smile and wipe your tears, laughing a little into the mic when people begin to sit down and hush, patiently awaiting your speech. “I- I honestly wasn’t prepared for this.” She takes a deep breath and composes herself silently. “I wrote a there page speech two days ago in the middle of the night because I couldn’t sleep. But, if I’m honest, I thanked way too many people who really didn’t alter my path into this industry.” A few people laugh, and she smiled and glances down at the award in her hands. “There are two boys who I wouldn’t be here today without. They stuck by me when I came last in every competition until they finally convinced me to sing. And I came first, and that started my journey.” She pulls her lips between her teeth and inhales softly. “This is for you. For Conor, who proved to be a better brother to me than my actual brother ever was. You encouraged me to follow my dream and together we made a beautiful child,” she winks playfully, obviously referring to their song. “And Jack, god, I don’t know where I’d be without you. I love you, with everything I have. Thank you, to you boys, and the rest of our little squad, and to my beautiful bestfriend, Zoe, who made sure I looked up to standard tonight. You guys are my whole word, and I love each and every one of you. Thank for you making all of this possible.” She takes a step back and lifts the award with a wide smile, closing her eyes and listening as everyone stands up and cheers for her; that familiar feeling running through her veins.
That night, after winning two more awards, one of which was for your song with Conor, you were all at the after party, high from the thrill and unable to stop smiling. You didn’t know how, but after two hours you’d managed to loose Jack. You tried to go and find him, but Zoe insisted that he’d only got to the loo and would be back in a while. And you believed her, until you heard him cough into the microphone on the stage and everyone fell silent. Your eyes widen and you stare at him in shock.
“First of all, I want to congratulate everyone who was nominated for an award tonight, and those who managed to win those awards. They’re so well deserved.” He raises his glass and everyone claps loudly, though you simply stared at your boyfriend, completely baffled. “But there’s one girl here tonight, who means everything to me. She is my bestfriend, my partner in crime, and my soulmate - but there’s one thing she isn’t yet.” He pauses and smiles at you through the crowd. “(Y/N), I love you. And I want you to be my wife.”
You gasp and bring your hand up to cover your mouth as everyone else screams in excitement and pull out their phones and cameras: that was when you understood why every single one of the boys had begun to vlog the moment he stepped onto the stage.
You begin to walk through the crowds of people until you were directly in-front of him and he knelt down on one knew, opening the red belted box and revealing the absolutely stunning ring to you. “Marry me?”
You nod, and a sob escapes from your lips as he slides the ring onto your finger, the whole party cheering and creaming and throwing confetti at you both as you throw yourself into his arms and hug him tightly, your heart beating in your chest faster than it ever had before.
This was where you needed to be, in the arms of your one true love. Awards and ceremonies didn’t matter in that moment, it was simply you and Jack, in love - and it was beautiful.
Funny as shit, mean af to everybody but has this soft ass spot for me, borderline crazy but not I have to go to sleep after you cus idk if you’ll stab me in my sleep for some dumb shit crazy, we equally thirst, and most importantly she my bestfriend 👌🏾
A/N: This is my first song fanfic and I’m not sure I even did it right. Idk enjoy :)
Song: Stone Cold by Demi Lovato.
I smiled as I watched all the happy couples dance. But then my eyes met his hazel ones. The ones I loved. The ones that stared right through my soul. He broke contact first and then flashed a bright smile at his girlfriend. I frowned and looked down at my hands.
You see me standing
But I’m dyin’ on the floor
I couldn’t deny it. I still loved him. I couldn’t help it, who wouldn’t fall in love with a man like him? Ethan Grant Dolan.
His smile, it lit up the entire room. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and caused my heart to skip a beat.
His eyes, they sparkled like the moon as it casted an everlasting glow onto the ocean.
His scent, it was mesmerizing. You could literally get lost in how amazing Ethan Dolan smelled.
His touch, it felt like god had blessed you. His rough but soft fingers slid down my skin and I could still feel it. They left a trail of fire behind that was still aflame.
His voice, drowned out everything else in the world and all I could focus on was him. Ethan.
Maybe if I don’t cry
I won’t feel anymore
But he was gone. And for the stupidest reason too. He left me. He never even told me why he left, he just..left. It broke my heart. I sat and cried, and I repeatedly asked myself what did I do wrong? How did I ruin us? How could I fix this? But it wasn’t even me to blame. It was him. He left me not the other way around, I was allowed to be heartbroken but not allowed to blame myself for that heartbreak.
God knows I try to feel
Happy for you
Know that I am
I watched as he laughed at a joke his girlfriend made. He looked happy. I want him to be happy, but how can I wish him the happiness that he took away from me? It just wasn’t right. You aren’t allowed to just..break someone’s heart like that and not even give them a valid reason for doing so. I haven’t seen Ethan ever since the break up and that was 6 months ago. I’m wondering now if he still even thinks about it. Thinks about it as much as I do. Maybe not as much considering it’s on my mind 24/7 but..does he even know I’m here?
Even if I can’t understand
I’ll take the pain
Give me the truth
Me and my heart
We’ll make it through
If happy is her
I’m happy for you
To this day I never understood what went wrong, why Ethan Dolan left me. I just wanted the truth, I could’ve handled it. Hell, I’ve survived 6 months with blaming myself for being a horrible girlfriend, the least he could’ve done was tell me it wasn’t my fault. Reassure me. Calm me. Comfort me. But no. What he does is find a new girlfriend. Someone better, smarter, kinder, and a hell lot more prettier than I was. If she’s what he was looking for..then so be it.
You’re dancing with her
While I’m staring at my phone
Damn it. This was supposed to be a happy day. A day celebrating the newly wedded couple. Not the day where I sulk and reminisce in me and Ethan’s past relationship. My eyes met his again, but this time his eyes didn’t sparkle. No. They glimmered with sympathy and sadness. What happened now? What made Ethan Dolan sad? Was it the fact I was here? I could leave if he wanted me to. There was no reason for him to- maybe I was over thinking this…what if he’s just thinking like I am.
Thinking about us.
I was your amber, but now
She’s your shade of gold
What us? There probably was never an us. What am I saying..our love was real. The picnic dates, endless sleepovers. The tickle fights and disney movie marathons. Even the break-up. It was all real. I couldn’t lie about that. But I can’t help but judge myself. All I need is confirmation, that it wasn’t my fault. Its scarred me. I judge every little thing about myself now, wondering if it was good enough for Ethan to love. I compared myself. To the girls in the magazines and on instagram. To his new girlfriend. What did she have that was better than me?
Don’t wanna be stone cold
I wish I could mend this
But here’s my good-bye
I stood up from my seat abruptly and made my way towards the exit. I know it was wrong of me to leave on my friends wedding day without any sort of legitimate excuse but I would just call her tomorrow and explain everything. She was my bestfriend, she’d understand. I hoped.
I walked outside and hailed a cab. They pulled over and right before I could step inside. A muscular arm grabbed my hand and tugged me back towards it’s owner. I turned around and choked back a sob when I saw him.
Oh, I’m happy for you
Know that I am
Even if I can’t understand
If happy is her
If happy is her
I’m happy for you.
“Why?” Was all I could say. He seemed to know what I meant as he let out a deep sigh. As if on cue it started to rain, great. This day couldn’t get any better. “I still love you.”
“No!” I shouted and retracted my hand from his grip. I balled my hands up into fists and lunged them at his chest. He caught them with each strike.
“You do NOT, get to put me through all of that shit and come out here to say you still have feelings for me.” I cried and slammed the door shut of the cab. They drove off leaving me and Ethan, standing out on the middle of the sidewalk on a dark and gloomy night. His hair was plastered to his forehead and he had bags under his eyes. “Im sorry.” He whispered. I shook my head and laughed harshly. “No, no you’re not. If you were, you would’ve never put me through that.” I huffed and lunged my tiny fists back at him again. This time he let me hit him, as hard as I could. After a while I stopped and collapsed in his arms. We both fell down onto the soaking wet ground and I gripped his tux with my trembling hands. “What did I do wrong?” I sobbed into his chest. “Why didn’t you want me?”
“It wasn’t you Y/N. Please, I swear. It was me. I thought that I didn’t deserve you, I thought that if I let you go you’d find someone better and worthy of you-”
“No! You cant do that Ethan!” I cried. “What?” He asked a bit taken back. “You can’t just assume those things! You were perfect, maybe too perfect for me. I was happily content with the way things were between us and you had to go and screw it all up!” I was fuming, just because he thought he wasn’t good enough didn’t mean he could go and fuck up our whole relationship. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Ethan’s large, shaking hands flew up to grasp my face. I gasped at his oh, so, familiar touch as he drew our faces closer. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. And I’m so sorry.” Ethan whispered and let a sob escape his lips as he pressed his wet forehead against mine. His hair stuck to my forehead as well while the tears continued to stream down his cheeks. I brought my thumb up to wipe them away gently and I gave him a teary eyed smile. “I still love you. I never stopped. So you better kiss me right now Dolan or I’ll regret even coming here tonight.”
And with that said, his lips were on mine. He moved against me slowly and passionately as the bud of his thumbs rubbed small circles onto my cheeks. His teeth grazed my bottom lip and I couldn’t help but let out a soft, quiet moan. I guess Ethan heard it because he hummed against my mouth in satisfaction as a response.
A perfect fit it seemed like.
The lock to my key.
The honey to my bee.
The end to our story. Of our mistakes and our love.
Pairing: Lawyer!Bucky x Artist!Reader, Lawyer!Bucky x Model!Dot
Warnings: None, fluff
Words count: 1,068
Sumary: Bucky barnes is the hottest lawyer who dates the infamous supermodel Dolores Grey, thir relationship is what people called #relationshipgoals. Bucky loves Dot with all of his heart and they’re going to marry soon, Rebecca (Bucky’s sister) never likes the idea of Bucky and Dot. one day she asks Bucky to pick up a painting from the art student at University of California, that’s the first time Bucky meet you. Will the meeting with you change anything between Bucky and Dot, or not?
was one of those days where (y/n) spends her afternoon at the coffee shop just
drinking coffee and reading novels that she hasn’t finish. She sat at her usual
spot near the window until she heard someone knocked on the window, she look up
and saw Bucky waving and grinning at her which she waved back and motion him to
come in. The door pushed open revealing Bucky, he went to the cashier to order
the coffee and pays, he sat down next to (y/n) and looking at the plastic bag
beside her chair, “Buying some artsy stuffs?” he smiles, “Yup, that’s what I do
twice a week” she smiles back at him. They both sat in silenced for awhile
until the waiter came, “your coffee, sir” , “thankyou” he smiles.
“So, you hang out here a lot?” he
asks while sipping his coffee, “Not really, just when I have some free time”
she smiles while putting the novel inside her bag, “anyway my mom said hi, and
thanks for making such a great art” Bucky said, “Glad to know she likes it,
anyway you don’t have anything to do?” she asks, “Not really, my girlfriend
been busy taking photoshoots for the new Gucci campaign” , “Girlfriend? You
mean… fiancé?” she winks at him playfully, “how do you know?” he asks, “c’mon
James Barnes, you both are everywhere in social media. People known your for
your works and your hot appearance, and Dot… I almost saw her face in every
magazines” she chuckles and continue, “so, it’s quite easy to know that you
both bring it to the next steps” she smiles at him. Bucky only smiles at her
words and admiring her, he never saw the smile so genuine like hers, he knows
it’s wrong by talking to (y/n) and hanging out with her because he promised Dot
not to hang out with other girls, but there’s something about her which makes
Bucky wanted to know her more.
“I heard so on the phone the other
day talking to Mrs. Carter?” Bucky asks curiously, “Ohh, yes I’m her TA and she
is been the greatest professor I’ve ever known, not to mention her husband
Steve. He always welcome me at their home to do the study with Mrs. Carter” she
explains, “Steve is my bestfriend actually, and when I heard you talking to
Peggy the other day, I wonder why Steve didn’t told me about you and your
works, if he tells me sooner I would be glad to see every paintings you got” he
says, “Don’t tell me you’re working with Steve? I mean he said that he is a
lawyer but I didn’t know if it’s true that he is working at Barnes lawfirm” ,
“Yes, he is working in my company but we’ve been friends since kids, he is like
a family so does Peggy” , “Wow… now I felt like the earth is so small” she laughed
which makes Bucky giggled, her laughs is kinda cute actually.
Looking at her watch it’s already 2
p.m, which she needs tidy her store for opening tomorrow since today is her
close day, “anyway, it’s nice talking to you Bucky. I have to go and clean up my
small un-noticed gallery” , “May I come with you? I don’t have nothing to do
today” he asks, “sure, if you want to” she smiles at him. They walk together to
(y/n) gallery and open the store, “Well… this is my gallery” she motions her
hands to the room, “and I live upstairs, at the basement is the rest of my
unfinished works” she speaks when closing her door, Bucky take a good look of
her paintings and captivated by everything she draws, “wow… (y/n) how could you
draw amazingly like this?” he asks, “My mom used to draw when she is a kid but
stopped because she choose to be a chef, that’s what my grandma wants her to
be” (y/n) talks nervously while playing with hem of her sweater, “Do you want
something maybe?” she asks, “No, I’m good thanks” he smiles at him, “I think
I’m going to change, you can just wait here” she nodded and run to her bedroom.
Walking around her little gallery
Bucky admiration at her keeps growing and suddenly he saw a small paintings of
an elephant with a pink tutu holding flowers, it looks so cute cause it
definitely drew by a kid. He picked it up from the wall and starring at he
drawing and smiles to himself, he interrupted by (y/n) voices, “That’s the
first drawing I drew when I was 3 years old” she chuckles walking towards him,
Bucky eyeing her feature. She has changed into shorts and big comfy t-shirt,
and her hair tied into messy bun also she washed her make-up even it’s just a
natural make-up, she even looks beautiful without anything on her face, “I
guess, the art has been in you since born, huh?” he smirks and God, his smirks
makes (y/n) wanted to throw herself onto him, “I seriously didn’t even know why
I drew that, I mean… an elephant with a tutu and ballet shoes? It’s just didn’t
make any sense” she laughed at herself and starring at her drawings, “I think
it’s cute” Bucky says and placing it back onto the wall, “When will you
graduate?” he asks, “Next month, and I can’t wait for it. I just finished the
test this morning, and my essay has been approved by Mrs. Carter, I just can’t
wait to have my own exhibit someday” Bucky can’t keep his eyes off her, the way
she talks with so much confident and those sparks in her eyes, he loves
everything about this girl which he shouldn’t. He knew this is wrong, knowing
he is getting married in couple months, but he can’t control his own feeling, “Bucky?”
she calls, “Yes, (y/n)?” , “do you wanna to go to Mrs. Carter exhibit next week
in new york? I’ll be glad if you make it, but if you don’t want to it’s okay”
she smiles nervously, this is wrong that’s what Bucky thinks but… Peggy is
Steve wife, and Steve is his bestfriends, so Dot must be understand if he said
he is going to this exhibit, and with that Bucky said, “I’ll come” and Bucky
loves seeing (y/n)’s smile that reached her eyes.
NB: I really enjoy writing this part and I’m really sorry for not posting yesterday and the day before yesterday, my cousin and my uncle is sick so my and my family went to check them up. anyway send me feedback, and I hope you enjoy reading this!xx
“Look who it is”, i grabbed him by the neck and pinned him up against the wall “SHUT.THE.FUCK.UP!”, I gritted through my teeth. It was taking every cell in my body, to stop me from killing him right now, with my bare hands. “Woah, calm down Yoongi”, he said with a smirk spread across, “you should be happy, you’re engaged to such a beautiful, sexy wo-”, “i told you to shut up”, i shoved him harder sharing m against the wall. “Don’t you dare talk about her, you’re the sick fuck who abused her, scarred her, you’re the reason she would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and crying”.
Jinyoung just let out a heinous laugh, before leaning slightly forward, “I’m sure she didn’t mind, especially if she didn’t protest when i fucked her every time”.
He just had to push it that bit further. I let out a chuckled before letting go off him and throwing a punch, hitting him directly on his jaw, causing him to fall. “You really don’t fucking listen do you”, i spat out, continuously kicking him in the stomach. Jinyoung was groaned out in pain, as i was about to kick him again, i was dragged to the side, “oi, calm down”, “hyung-”, Jin interrupted me, “instead of being here, why don’t you get home to your girl, she’s fucking worrying about your whereabouts”, Jin sighed loudly, “seriously go, I’ll get Namjoon and we’ll both take care of him”. Yoongi didn’t think about his decision, he knew what was more important, “just make sure he doesn’t come anywhere near (y/n) and Kaia, ever”.
“Listen Hoseok, he deserves a second chance”, “(y/n), he cheated, that proves his, ‘loyalty’, towards you. Who ever told you to give him another a chance is just as stupid as you”, he scoffed. “Well it was my mother who told me, the one who had to let go off the man she loved. The one who had constantly got cheated on by my disgrace of a father, but you know what she stayed with him because she loved him. I don’t believe she actually does, but then again she may as i don’t know the real reason”, I shouted out, “i don’t know what I’d do if he was completely out of my life, but more importantly, he has a daughter, i want her to grow up with both a mother and father, i don’t want her to feel as if she doesn’t fit in with all the other kids because she doesn’t have a dad. I thought you out of everyone would understand”. Hoseok would understand as his dad wasn’t there for him as a child and in school he struggled a lot when it came to talking about family.
He sighed loudly before he walked closer to me and held my hands, “i do understand, but i just don’t want you to get hurt baby”, one of his hands was now caressing my face and playing with my hair. “If i get hurt, i’ll need my beautiful hobi to be there with me, because he makes everything better. Can i ensure that he’s gonna be there?”, “he’s always gonna be there for your dumb arse”, he gave me a small smile before engulfing me in a hug, “i love you”, “i love you too”.
“Not interrupting anything am i?”, We both turned to Yoongi, who was taking off his snow covered coat, “yes you are actually, a very loving moment between two best friends”, i smiled at him as i continued to hold Hoseok, who was chuckling. “Ah really?”, I nodded as he walked closer to the two of us, “well could i have a loving moment with my future wife?”, “Hmm…Okay, but only if Hoseok gets to stay for dinner”, “okay, he can stay, can i have my hug now?”.
Just before i could wrap my arms around him, Kaias crying filled the air, “I’ve got it”, Hoseok said rushing up the stairs.
“I fucking love Kaia, but right now i wish that we could just be alone”, “hmm…and why would you want that”, i was rubbing my hands up and down his chest as i questioned him, “why? So i can have some special time with my beautiful fiancé, you know do something that we haven’t been able to, in a long time”, “well, how about after dinner, we get Hoseok to watch Kaia and we can do whatever you want”, “i would love that”.
“How’s the food?”, I asked Hoseok, who we currently stuffing his face. He swallowed before answering, “it’s…meh”, I rolled my eyes at him, “it’s meh, but you’re scoffing it down like a pig”, “you’d be surprised at what people would eat when they’re starving”. I pouted at him, “you’re so horrible”, he just grinned at me, “Yoongi, it’s not horrible, right?”, I questioned, Hoseoks comment made me quite anxious, “it tastes amazing baby”, he said as he brushed my hair out of my face. I gave him a wide smile, “thank you”, I kissed his cheek and obviously Hoseok had something to say about that little bit of affection, “um…trying to enjoy awful food and you two aren’t helping”. I was about to say something to him, but Yoongi stopped me, “(y/n) eat, I’ll feed Kaia”, “it’s okay, I can do-”, “(y/n), eat”, he demanded, taking Kaias bowl out of my hands.
Yoongi got up and began feeding Kaia, whereas I decided to ask Hoseok if he could watch Kaia for a while. “Wait, so why do you want me to watch her? I’ll happily do it, but I need to know why”, “well…myself and Yoongi, wanted some quality time together and if Kaia is getting up crying, it’s kinda hard”. Hoseok smirked, I knew exactly what he was thinking, “I’ll watch her, that is if i get a show as well, you know you in your lingere-”, he stopped himself when he saw Yoongi staring directly at him, his jaw clenched. “I was joking, no need to get angry…and jealous”, “you know you’re lucky that you’re her bestfriend, otherwise I’d beat the crap outta you”, “lord, I am glad she is my bestfriend”, he said drinking his beer, whilst both me and Yoongi began laughing at him.
“Hmm…you go get ready, I’ll go check on those two”, Yoongi gave me a quick peck,before walking off. I went to our bedroom, it would be the first time coming I’m here after we came back, I couldn’t bare going in. As soon as I walked in I remembered the last thing I saw happening in here: Yoongi and Sofia having sex. Sex in the one place that was meant for just me and him.
Tears were brought to my eyes, I couldn’t stand being in here. I turned to leave, but walked straight into Yoongi's’ chest, “hey”, he placed a kiss on my forehead, before lifting my face so he could see it. “Oh…why are you-”, “i-i can’t do this, I’m sorry”, Yoongi began to panic, “what-what do you mean you can’t do this?! W-what can’t you do?!”, “I can’t be here, in this room, all I see is her ontop of you, it makes me sick”. Yoongi tucked my hair behind my ear, “I’m sorry”, I shook my head, “it’s okay, I just want to forget about it”, “I didn’t want to do anything in this room, I mean how could I?”. His hands were now holding mine, “I just wanted you to change, so I could show you what I’ve done”.
I looked at him confused, “I’ll show you”. With that he lead me to the back of the house, to the pool, which was now covered in rose petals, candles aligned all around it and on the table that also had a bucket, full of ice and a champagne bottle. “I know it’s quite cheesy doing something like this”, “you did this for me, how?”, “well, you know when I said I had some work to finish off in my office, I did it then”.
“Thank you for this”, I turned to him and kissed him, “like I said, i’d do anything for you”, “hmm…and I also love how soft you’ve become for me”, I teased him, holding back a laugh when I saw his eyebrow furrow and his lips frowning, he looked like a grumpy child. “Soft, huh?”, I nodded in agreement and next thing I knew the shirt I was wearing was ripped open, a few of the buttons flying off, “Yoongi!”, I screamed out trying to close it, but he pinned my hands to my sides and pulled me closer to him, so our bodies were touching, “it’s my shirt anyways…god you look so good in black”, he said as he began pecking my shoulder. His lips began travelling up, staying on my neck whist his hands sneaked their way into the back of the shirt and unhooking my bra. He yanked it down, exposing my breasts, which had obviously gotten bigger, his mouth travelled lower to my semi-erect nipples.With his tongue he gave them small kitten licks, making me whimper.
As he continued, one of his hands wrapped around my throat, his hold was slightly tight. Soon his lips were on mine, his hands pulling down the shirt and bra at the same time, making them pool at my feet, he pulled away and looked in admiration, whereas I felt quite insecure, I still had some baby weight on me and a few stretch marks. “Stop, i look disgusting”, I said, trying to cover myself with my hands, but Yoongi grabbed them, “it may look disgusting to you, but to me you look beautiful and these…”, his fingers trailing over my stretch marks, “are sexy, remind me of a tiger”, he leaned in and took the lobe of my ear between his teeth and pulled on it.
His hands then moved to the tie on my shorts and let it loose, before pulling them down along with my panties. His hands kneaded my behind as he bit and sucked at my collar bone, although he was pleasuring me, it wasn’t fair that I was the only naked one, “Yoongi-ah…take it off”, I said as I pulled at his shirt. He complied and took it off, throwing it to the side, he also took off his sweatpants and boxers, “that better baby?”, he asked pulling me closer, his erection pressing against me. I nodded biting my lips and it has a clear effect on Yoongi as he groaned, “don’t do that, god you drive me crazy”, he said as he walked, making me walk backwards till I was at the edge of the pool. I knew what he was going to do. “Hmm…do I?”, I questioned him, as I began nipping at his jaw, my hand grabbing hold of his member, giving it a squeeze, “ahh…fuck, (y/n)”, he began leaning forward to lean on me, but I moved to the side, so he stumbled forward and landed straight in the pool.
I was stood there laughing at him, whilst he moved his wet hair out of his face, “i’m sorry, do you forgive me?”, I pouted, “baby girl, you’re gonna have to do more than just that”. With that i joined Yoongi in the water and wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in giving him a quick kiss, “what about now”, he raised his brow and leaned in himself, giving a very deep,passionate kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth.
Soon he pulled away biting my lip, making me groan in both pain and pleasure. Yoongi lifted me, by my thighs, which were now wrapped around his waist, he eased his member into me at the same time, “ahh…”, i moaned resting my head on his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck. I waited for him to move, but there was nothing, so I looked up at him, he was staring back at me, “go on move, maybe then I’ll consider forgiving you”, he smirked, god I wanted to slap him, it’s not the first time he made me do the work.
I began moving up and down slowly, my core squeezing Yoongi’s member as I did. “Shit…”, he hissed out, throwing his head back slightly, his eyes closed I took this opportunity to attack his neck, biting and sucking his weak spot near his ear. I assaulted his neck and continued to ride him as slow as possible, I loved teasing him.
“Move faster”, he said grabbing my behind and pulling me closer, but I ignored him and continued with my slow pace. And no surprise he got annoyed, he hates it when I don’t listen, “(y/n), are you listening? I said move faster”, his hand was holding my face tightly, but again he was ignored and I just stuck out my tongue, to which he chuckled. His chuckle only lasted a few seconds, along with the smile plastered across his face.
He now had a quite intimidating face on, his tongue poking the side of his cheek. He put me down and began backing me up against the wall of the pool, I was pressed against the wall and he was almost against me, “when I tell you to do something, you do it. Is that understood?”, I just stared at him biting my lip, I loved it when he started showing his dominant side. “I said is that understood?!”, I quickly nodded as he raised his voice, “good girl”, his hand was now in my hair combing it down, before he grab a hand full and pulled me into a rough kiss.
He lifted one of my legs, a guided his member to my entrance, allowing it told through my walls a few times before shoving it inside me. Yoongi was far from gentle with me right now, he pounded in and out of me hard and fast, I was a moaning mess. “See, this is how you get someone to forgive you”, he gritted out as he continued pounding,his hand grabbed and pulled my hair back, exposing my neck to him. He left behind blue and purple marks dotted around my neck and collar.
I could feel my orgasm coming, but I needed that little push to get me there, I knew what I needed, but knowing Yoongi, he wouldn’t let me do it, he believed that he was the only one that could pleasure me and no-one else. “Y-yoongi-ah”, he hummed, “can you touch me, please”, “where do you want me to touch you baby girl?”, “I want you to touch me…d-down there”, my voice grew a lot quieter, due to the embarrassment I always felt when he made me ask. He smirked, kissing my cheeks as his hand traveled down to my clit, pinching it, I let out a loud moan in response.
Yoongi continued to vigorously rub at my clit and thrust into me, making my orgasm wash over me. I clawed his back as I rode out of the quite intense orgasm, whereas Yoongi was groaning because I was scratching him and because he was close to letting go. His thrusting didn’t slow down and it didn’t help how sensitive I was right now, “Yoongi, stop…”, I whimpered out, I was limp against him, “baby, it’s okay I’m almost there-”, he cut himself off as he came inside me, I took in every single drop of his cum.
“Baby?”, “Hmmm?”, “Bed”, Yoongi chuckled at me, “i’m tired”, “alright, let’s get you cleaned up and in bed”.
I woke up not even an hour after falling asleep, I turned to my side to cuddle Yoongi, but he wasn’t there, “Yoongi?”, I called out, but no response. I got out of bed, and as I walked to the door I could hear Yoongi, “come on don’t be like this”, he was probably on the phone to one of his partners. I was about to head back to bed, that is before I heard the one name I wish I could erase from my memory, “Sofia”
“Please tell me you are fucking, joking right now”, I let out a bitter laugh, holding back my tears. “(y/n), she-”, “I don’t care what you were talking about, that bitch almost ruined our relationship, but you still can’t let her go!”, I screamed out. Hoseok came out of Kaia’s room after hearing me, “what’s going on?”, he asked concerned, “nothing, just stay with Kaia, please”, he stood there for a few seconds before going back into the room, closing the door.
“(y/n), please, I swear to god she ran me or of the blue, I blocked her on my phone and told her to leave me alone”, Yoongi walked up to me and wiped my tears with his thumbs, “I promised you that I would never do that shit again, and I am gonna stick to it, because the worst thing that could ever happen to me is losing my two girls”, he kissed my forehead, before leaning against it.
I hated making him think I was going to leave him again, I could never do that again. “I’m not gonna leave you, I promise, but right now I want some time to myself, j-just to think”, “how long?”, “half hour tops”, “okay, don’t walk too far”, “I won't”.
I wish I wore more layers, it was freezing out, I pulled Yoongi’s jacket closer as I walked. I walked to the corner shops, they were a 10 minute walk from the house. I got myself some coffee, yes it was stupid to get it at this time, but it was the only thing that would warm me up right now.
I don’t know how long had passed, but I finished my coffee and was heading back home. “He tells me to stay away from you, but he doesn’t even stay with you, see now that’s not a smart things to do”, a bruised Jinyoung shakes his head as he leans against the wall in front of me, “see I wouldn’t let what belongs to me out of my sight”, he pushed himself off the wall and walked around me, “anyone could just come along and take it”, he was now in front of me again.
Jinyoung tutted as he stared at me, “looks like someone thought they could mark what’s mine…”, his fingers touching the hickies, I tried to move, but he grabbed me tight around the waist and pulled me against him. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, “it seems like someone else needs to be punished for letting this happen”.
It’s finally here, sorry for not posting scars in sooooooooo long bibs 😘😘
“Alec I’m so sor-” Clary started.
“No. Don’t say anything. This is your fault. If you hadn’t tried to be a hero and got yourself into that trouble she’d still be here. She died saving your stupid ass. Don’t talk to me ever again. I blame you for this and I’ll never forgive you. She was my Bestfriend. My source of sanity since you arrived and you took her away. Stay away from me” Alec yelled.
Jace stepped forward to try and comfort his hurting friend.
“No Jace. Leave me alone” he said before walking away.