A/N: This idea was sprouted by one of those ads we’re the two people are texting about something really agnsty or suspenseful and you have to download the app to see the whole story. I loved the idea so much and thought no one would be more suited for it than Void. I want to thank @writing-obrien for seriously helping me out with this when I was completely stumped. Also @celestial-writing because this fic would not be finished if it weren’t for her motivating me to push through up until the very end. And @sarcasticallystilinski too for all her feedback. I think they all edited this at some point too so thank you beautiful babes, I love you all more than most. Lastly, Koneko is Japanese for kitten so says google translater. I’m sorry if I got that wrong.
Prompt: hello! love your blog! can i have a jughead x reader fic where the reader and jughead are dating and she overheard him telling someone (maybe like archie or betty) that she’s clingy and so she distances herself from him? lol idk if that makes sense but if you could write it that would be amazing! thank you!!!!
A/N: I love this prompt so much. I had so many different storylines come to mind but hopefully you enjoy this one! Requests are Welcome!!
You were walking towards your locker when you saw them.
Jughead and Archie talking by Jug’s locker.
Your heart skips a beat when you see that he’s wearing your favorite sweater of his. The soft green one that goes oh so well with his eyes.
Stop at your locker then go say hi to your boyfriend and his best friend. Routine. Like clockwork. Only today is when things change.
Opening your locker, you hear Jug say something sounding like your name. Thinking he saw you, you move your head a little to smile at him only to find him and Archie frowning at each other. That’s weird.
You pull out your English book and shut your locker, shrugging it off.
As you start to get closer, you hear him.
“I don’t know Arch. Is she clingy? Are all girls like that?” He sighs and digs around his locker for his science book.
Were you being clingy? Your heart starts to tighten in your chest. Was it making Jughead uncomfortable?
“Nah. You know (Y/N) is just a touchy person.” Archie offers him a smile. Neither of them saw you standing in the hall by the water fountain.
Archie says something quieter so you couldn’t hear but Jughead responds.
“I know. we spend every day together. We do everything together. Sometimes I feel like she’s always there. I can’t concentrate on anything half the time. She’s a huge distraction.” He shuts his locker and turns to Arch.
Archie nods and pats his back, saying something else but you already turned to leave.
Feeling hurt, you decide not to stop and say hi to them. It would be too clingy.
Dean watched as Castiel looked up from his book with his eyebrows pinched together.
“No.” A pause. “Why do you ask?”
“Garth texted me. Apparently there’s one in town that he went to yesterday and he’s obsessed. He said she really knows her stuff.”
Castiel raised an eyebrow before returning his attention to the textbook he had sprawled across their kitchen counter, so he could eat and study at the same time - a sight that was not all that uncommon in their apartment.
“Psychics don’t exists, Dean,” he said, matter-of-factly, as he turned the page. “People who claim to be psychic are scammers hoping to draw in the desperate or the gullible. Garth is the latter, I’m afraid.”
“Hey, he’s not -”
“Remember when Gabriel told him that stop signs with a white rim around them were optional?”
Dean rolled his eyes and pulled out a stool on the opposite side of the counter from his roommate.
“Duh, Cas. I know that they aren’t legit. Everyone does. But at the very least they’re supposed to be super good at reading people and then you essentially pay them to tell you what their first impression of you is.”
A small smile crept its way across Castiel’s face.
“I could tell you that for free, you know.”
Dean flipped him off as he got up and pulled out an apple from the refrigerator, not even bothering to look back as he did so.
“Whatever. I think it could be kind of cool.”
“Then by all means…” Castiel wrote something down in a notepad and flipped to the next page. “I think you should do it. I have free time tomorrow if you’d like to find this psychic then.”
Dean tossed the apple between his hands.
“You’d come with me?”
“Of course. I would never miss the opportunity to witness someone predicting your death.”
This is totally rushed and emotionally charged and probably has errors but enjoy
Jughead trudged home, the energy sapped from his body as the crushing weight of reality pushed further onto his shoulders. He couldn’t believe it: Mr. Phillips, the one person at Southside who had appeared to take genuine interest in Jughead, was the Sugarman. As if he didn’t have enough going against him.
He walked up the steps to the trailer, quickly slamming open the door and preparing to head straight for the fridge when he realized that the door should have been locked.
He looked up, surprised to find a very nervous looking Betty Cooper standing in his living room. Quickly glancing down to check her fists, a habit he would need to work on letting go, Jughead breathed a small sigh of relief to find her fingernails free of her palms.
The relief was short lived, however, as an uncomfortable tension settled between them.
“What are you doing here?”
His voice was rough, a combination of anger and exhaustion giving his tone a darker coloring. Betty took a nervous breath, and he couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction as her eyes clouded with apprehension. She should be on edge. She didn’t belong here, not after she made it very clear that she was too good for Serpent trash like him.
“Jug, there’s something I need to tell you.” She took a small step forward, to which Jughead parried with a small step back. He watched as her lips, once warm and lush and pink, tightened into a thin white line.
“What? Are you here to tell me that you still love me again?” He crossed his arms across his chest, releasing a laugh that contained absolutely no humor. “Pretty sure you’ve already poured enough salt on that wound for one week, thanks.”
He moved into the kitchen, hoping that if he just walked away maybe she would get the message and let herself out. He couldn’t deal with this right now. He already had so much going wrong this week.
Of course, in typical Betty Cooper fashion, she didn’t leave. Instead she followed him toward the kitchen, leaning over the counter as she watched his back.
“Jughead, please. I need to tell you the truth. There are things you don’t know.”
“Yeah, well, that makes two of us.” Jughead mumbled beneath his breath, opening the fridge and pretending to survey it’s decidedly empty shelves.
He didn’t even have to look up to know Betty had furrowed her brow, “What does that mean?” She asked, her voice hardening just a bit.
He closed the fridge, looking her dead in the eye with as cold an expression as he could manage.
“Toni and I kissed. More than once.”
He wasn’t sure why he said it - maybe because he wanted to hurt her like she’d hurt him, or because he wanted to prove to her that he was fine without her. Something inside him told him it was more likely that he was simply incapable of keeping such truth from her. Absolutely none of him felt any better when he saw the pain in her eyes.
“Oh.” She whispered, her eyes flickering down to the floor, “Did it - I mean - Did it mean anything?”
Jughead shrugged, “What does it matter? You broke up with me, remember?”
“I did it to protect you!” Betty’s voice rose suddenly, before quickly finding its way back down to a whisper, “I did it to protect you.”
Jughead sighed, backing out of the kitchen to meet Betty on the other side of the dividing wall, “From what? The Serpents? Newsflash - you’re a little late.” He pushed up the sleeve of his t-shirt, revealing the black and green ink that hid underneath. Betty’s eyes widened, just a bit, but she quickly composed herself. Not that it mattered - he knew she was judging him. “Go ahead,” He growled, “Say it - say what you’re thinking. Say all the things you sent Archie to.”
“Jughead that’s not - What Archie said, none of it was true.” Betty looked up at him, her glassy green eyes searching his for even a semblance of understanding. “I told you I would support you, and I meant it. I still do.”
Jughead was reeling with emotion. Why did she have to be here? Saying these stupid things in that stupid soft voice of hers and looking at him with those stupid eyes. His whole body ached just thinking about her, her very presence leaving him feeling like an addict who had just been offered one last hit. He wanted her out, wanted the pain to just stop, but he took one last mistaken look at her crumpled appearance and couldn’t stop his heart from faltering.
“If what Archie said wasn’t true, then why would you break up with me? Why would you -” Jughead’s voice gave out, his throat tightening as he attempted to hold back his emotions, “Why would you take away the only good thing I had left?”
“Jughead,” Betty stepped forward, reaching out to stroke his face on instinct before realizing better and pulling away.
“Just tell me what is going on Betty.” He was practically pleading now, desperate to know why she had left him. Why, if she never wanted to see him again, she had insisted on helping with the drag race and jumped in his car to ensure they both escaped the police safely. Why, if she really didn’t want him to be a part of his life anymore, she would tell him she still loved him.
Betty took a deep breath, and Jughead braced himself for whatever was about to come next.
“The Black Hood - he contacted me.”
“With the letter, I know.”
Betty shook her head, “The letter was just the beginning. Last week, I started getting these phone calls. He’s been calling me, threatening me, threatening Polly and Veronica, threatening…”
“Me?” Jughead asked, the pieces in his mind slowly clicking together. He couldn’t believe he had been stupid. He had been too distracted by his insecurities and his anger to recognize what had been going on. He hadn’t even questioned it when Archie had appeared at his door, hadn’t even doubted that Betty was abandoning him. He’d just left her at the mercy of a psychopath. “Oh God, Betty -”
“Please,” Betty started, “forgive me Jughead. I… I understand if you want to be with Toni, if she makes you happy, but I don’t think I can live with myself if you don’t forgive me.”
She looked so small standing in front of him, so vulnerable and so very unlike the Betty Cooper he had fallen for. She had sacrificed so much for him, he couldn’t believe he’d been so selfish.
“Betty,” Jughead rushed forward, capturing her cheeks in his hands and pressing his lips in a bruising kiss. She released a slight sob against his lips, quickly grasping on to the fabric of his shirt and relaxing against him. He breathed her in, the fog that had been surrounding him lifting and giving way to a buzz of pure adrenaline. When pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers and wiping a stray tear from her cheek. “I’m so so sorry. I can’t believe I didn’t even notice -”
“No, Jughead - it’s my fault.” Betty placed a hand over his heart, “If I had just talked to you -”
“We should have talked to each other.” He reached up and took her hand into his own, melding his fingers with hers and wishing he could never let go, “I shouldn’t have just taken Archie at his word. I should have fought for you -”
Betty cut him off with a kiss, softer than the first but just as full. “Let’s just forget all of it, okay?” She smiled at him, that wonderful Betty Cooper smile. It hadn’t even been a week, but oh how he’d missed that smile.
If love were a drug, Betty Cooper was, without a doubt, the most addictive of them all.
“I love you.” He whispered against her chin, slowly tracing kisses along her jawline as his fingers trailed around her waist. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”
Betty captured his face in her hands, bringing his eyes up to meet her own. They were brighter than before, shining exactly the way he remembered them at night. “I love you too.” She said, her lips brushing against his with every syllable, before crashing down into him once more.
Time to step away from my series for a second and do an imagine. Loved this request so I had to write it.
Tour has been exhausting but so had this day. It’s not like you’ve done anything Shawn has. Which is; get up at 5, work out, shower, meeting, breakfast, interview, promo, lunch, write, record, soundcheck, dinner, perform, interview, promo again.
Yeah he is the exhausted one for sure, but still you’re tired. What did you do?
Up at 9, breakfast with boys, joined Shawn for promo, went shopping with Teddy like all day, went to dinner with Teddy, and now laying in your hotel room with Teddy watching some chick flick talking about shoes.
“I hate heels, they kill me.” You groan looking over at Teddy.
“Really, I got my first pair and love them. Don’t ever wanna take them off.”
“I wish I was like that, they are so cute and can be really sexy but not when you can’t walk in them and are constantly worried about falling.”
“Ha true.” Teddy says before getting interrupted.
“Hey.” Matt says walking in.
“Hey.” You smile looking over at him.
“What are you up to?”
“Just girl talk.” You shrug looking over at Teddy with a smile.
“This sounds so weird but can I join? I have literally been alone all day and need human interaction.”
“Yeah come on.” You say patting the bed, scooting into the middle. He lays down next to you and respectively keeps his distance.
The conversation moves to something more universal, Matt not really wanting to talk about heels. It’s onto food, pasta to be exact, and who serves the best pasta.
“Nah, have you had Karen’s lasagna? I don’t care about Olive Garden or Panera, Karen Mendes wins hands down.” You say looking between the two.
“True.” Matt says nodding.
“What are we talking about?” Brian asks as he walks in. He looks at the three of you in bed but then crawls and lays across where all your feet are. You throw him an extra pillow and he props himself up on it.
“How Karen makes the best pasta.” Matt answers his question.
“Oh god, I could so go for her lasagna right now.” He whines looking up at the ceiling. “I used to eat like half of it to myself.”
“We know.” Matt says laughing.
“It’s so good, Teddy have you had it?”
“No I haven’t but I’ll have to try it someday.”
“I think she gave me the recipe.” You say thinking back to the cookbook she gave you when you and Shawn moved in together.
“BRO!” Brian says sitting up. “Why haven’t you made it?”
“I always say I’m going to but then chicken out because I don’t want to fuck it up.”
“What if I promise that I won’t get mad if you fuck it up, I’ll still give you props for trying?”
“Next time you come over.” You nod at him.
“Hey Bri.” Matt says.
“Let me know the next time you go over to Y/n’s.” He laughs.
Just then the door opens. Shawn walks in, and stops short as he sees you in bed with all his friends. He squints his eyes and tries to bite back his grin as he says.
“Should I be mad my girlfriend is in bed with all my friends?”
You all start laughing and you sit up.
“Come join us Babe.”
“That sound bad, especially in this context.” He giggles, causing his friends to giggle too.
“Just come sit.” You say, reaching out for him to come to you.
“Where?” He laughs, looking at he arrangement of everyone.
“With me.” You shrug, knowing that you two aren’t afraid to be close. He walks over, stepping up on the bed and standing waiting for you to direct him where to sit.
“Here.” You say scooting forward, “Sit behind me.” He does as told and takes a seat, spreading his legs so you can sit in between them. You do and he instinctively wraps his arms around you. The conversation starts back up, now on to music but you aren’t really paying attention since Shawn is running his fingers up and down your arms. You hear him sigh and you turn your head and look at him. He looks sad, tired.
“Babe?” You whisper.
“Hmm?” He hums in your ear.
“Should I kick em out?”
“I just wanna be held.” He says looking down at you.
You yawn dramatically and sit up from your relaxed position against Shawn. They all look at you and you grin.
“Alright, parties over. You don’t have to go back to your rooms but you can’t stay here.”
“Awe are you serious?” Brian asks.
“Sadly, I wanna go to bed. So, get out.” You say kicking him. He glares at you and Shawn glares at Brian. Brian catches Shawn’s look and gets up.
“Fine.” He groans going to the door. You get up as the rest of them do, walking them out.
“Thanks for the human interaction.” Matt says making you laugh.
“Shopping was fun Y/n, we’ll have to go again.”
“Totally, I can always go shopping.” You say opening the door, waving as they walk through. You all say goodnight, you closing the door as they all walk down the hall. You lock the door and turn and look back at Shawn.
“I’m just tired and need you.” He says, voice sad and tired.
“Okay.” You say crawling back into bed with him. You both lay, facing each other. You wrap your arm around him and pull him a little closer.
“I missed you today.” He whispers, nuzzling into your hair.
“I missed you too.” You say, rubbing his back feeling his tense muscles. You sit up and he stares at you, not wanting you to go. You roll him so he’s on his stomach and he’s so tired he doesn’t even argue with you. You crawl on him, sitting on his lower back, straddling him.
“What are you doing?” He sighs as you start to rub his back.
“You are too tense, Imma give you a lil back massage.” You say whispering in his ear.
“Okay.” He grins.
You lift yourself a bit and grab his shirt, sliding it up. You take it up and over his head, leaving him shirtless and just in his blue jeans.
His back muscles are incredible, and distract you as he talks about his day. He’s telling you about the weird questions he was asked and how they asked him if he had broken up with you, which ‘is never gonna happen’.
But as he goes on you find yourself losing concentration. His back is just too pretty and too perfect. You trace his birthmark and run your fingers up and down his defining muscles. He’s relaxed but it still looks like he’s flexing. It makes you want to roll your eyes at how perfect he is, but then again he’s your perfect boy. You’re pretty lucky, how can you roll your eyes at that.
You start to feel your eyes get tired, and it’s getting harder and harder to keep going. So you lean over and kiss the side of his head as you flop next to him. He grins, eyes closed, as you huff out a sigh.
“Better?” You ask turning your head to the side so you can see him. His eyebrows come together as he answers.
“So much better.” He whispers drowsily. He puckers his lips, moves his head closer to you and it’s his way of asking for a kiss. You giggle at how childish he is acting and how cute he is right now. You roll over and kiss his lips softly. He moves quick, and lays on top of you as you laugh at how he caught you off guard.
“Shawn.” You giggle.
“Just hold me.” He requests. He’s moving to get himself situated, you spread your legs and he lays between them, his chest pressed against yours. He’s got his head buried in your neck, and you wrap your arms around his neck. Elbows rested on his shoulders and your fingers in his hair, playing with his curls.
You close your eyes as he kisses your neck softly, but then he nuzzles himself further into you and all you can feel is his breathing on your skin.
“I love you.” He mumbles. “Like so fucking much.”
“I love you too Baby.” You say back, and he inhales when you call him Baby.
“I’m all yours, till the end of time.” He slurs, almost asleep.
“Mine.” You whisper. He nods and then his hold on you loosens.
His breathing becomes even and the small circles he was rubbing on your hips stops. He’s asleep, little snores rumbling in your ear.
“So not any boys over this time?” the man asked as he worked on getting the shelf fixed.
“Hm? Oh nah, no.” you shook your head, for a moment getting distracted by his arms and how good he looked with the sleeves of the flannel rolled up “No projects to work on for this weekend.”
“Is that so huh?” he raised an eyebrow, smirking knowingly so “Come on sweetheart, it’s just me here.” he said with a small chuckle and you shrugged.
You laughed, looking away for a moment “I know real well, but I’m just being honest. Besides-” you bit your lip stealing a glimpse at him “Boys will be boys, Mr Winchester. A man is what I really need.”
“A man huh?” he sounded a lot more interested than he let it show as he tried to keep himself occupied and not fully look at you; although he did pause in thought for a moment.
“Yeah of course.” you shrugged, watching him curiously “There’s no shame in that. Like… I wouldn’t blame you if you were interested in a younger girl, Mr Winchester. If anything-” you licked your lips as he looked up at you “I think a girl my age is just what you need.”
“How so?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, lips parted and eyes darker.
Very smutty Shawn blurb with elements of Sub!Shawn
Requested by anon for a Fuck Buddy blurb.
Em didn’t know if she’d been invited out of kindness—he was certainly the type—or out of a genuine desire for her to show up. If it was just a polite invite she was risking terribly embarrassing herself. If it was genuine then she was risking reading into it too much. Either way, it was a bad idea to go but she was already in the building, rolling her eyes at herself in the elevator.
Shawn had moved into his own place recently and was only in town very briefly but he wanted to throw a house-warming party as an excuse to see his friends more than to show off his new place that he hadn’t even fully furnished yet. When Em had received the invite via a mass e-mail she’d wondered if maybe he’d sent it to her as a mistake and had’t realized. Nevertheless, she couldn’t get herself to not take an opportunity to see him. It’d been too long.
Logic was getting himself a glass of water from the kitchen sink when he heard it.
He supposed it wasn’t surprising he’d missed it at first: though it was late and the interior of the commons was quiet, there was a storm rumbling outside in the mindscape, and the combined sounds of the thunder and the rain had effectively masked the quiet sobbing before.
But he could hear it now. He frowned, setting his glass of water aside and walking back into the darkened commons. There, he paused, listening, and–
A flash of lightning revealed a lump on the couch, hidden beneath the quilt. It was moving a little, and after the accompanying boom of thunder, Logic heard the soft, terrified whimpers coming from beneath it.
He frowned, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
“Who is there, please?” he asked clearly and carefully.
The blankets froze and the sobbing stopped abruptly.
“There’s no use trying to hide,” Logic informed the blankets. “I already saw you moving and heard you crying so I know you’re there.”
I truly hope so much that you like this story. It’s based of what was for months my reality.
Plot: Y/N is in love with Harry and doesn’t understand why he cuts her off.
Warnings: Mentions of violent behavior, however not in detail.
Picture isn’t mine which is quite sad.
It was safe to say that I loved him far too much for my own good. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, eyes wide and full of warmth and with a hint of… wonder. He looked at me as though he was the only one who saw me as me, the person I truly was. And yet at the same time I know now that he also always saw me as somebody I couldn’t possibly be. Somebody I didn’t even want to be and now am glad I never became, even if it resulted in costing me him. To this day I think it was this misperception of his that doomed the two of us to fail.
Harry caused me so much unnecessary pain, forced me through a seemingly infinite amount of sleepless nights.
How had I ever made that man to somebody I cared about so deeply? I truly wish I hadn’t.
….Then. I stumbled into Harry’s life at a time when the both of us felt terribly out of place. He’d befriended a friend of mine and was soon thrown into a new group of friends, one that I happened to be part of a well. Of course he was on good terms with everybody and held the attention of everyone.
It caught me by surprise when Harry and I became friends. I’d expected to be just as much of a bystander in his life as I was in the lives of the other’s but for some reason he made an effort to know me. I let him of course, gladly in fact since I was just as much pulled under his spell as the rest of us were and greedy for any bit of attention he could spare.
Soon I discovered that he was funny, kind and not half as cocky as he always pretended to be. Harry made me happy. It was far too easy to fall in love with him it happened without me even noticing.
It would be nice if this story would turn into one of those that end with the two friends looking closely at each other, smile and then realize at the same time that the partner they had been dreaming of had been right there in front of them all along. What’s more beautiful than mindless flirtations turning into true words of love? I’ll say it right now this is definitely not that kind of story. If anything it’s the opposite.
….Then. “You should come with us,“ Harry suggested one day.
We were queueing for coffee, something we did at least once a week since he’d introduced me to this part of the city where we’d found what was undoubtedly the best cafe ever. I’d somehow hoped he would invite me to the party tonight, but at the same time I dreaded the thought of going.
I bit my lip. “Wouldn’t I be a bit out of place?“
“Next!“ Moving quickly I informed the barista of our orders and payed for them both before following Harry who’d already walked over to the side of the counter where our coffee’s would be served. He smiled when I followed him.
“Rubbish,“ Harry spoke, grinning at me with that smile I thought about far too often when alone, “You’d just stick to my side like you usually do.“
This idea I liked. Harry’s grin widened when I nodded. “Okay.“
Harry squeezed my shoulder before glancing to our right when’re a beautiful young woman came to a stand, checked something on her phone and then moved to sit down at a table near the wall. A sour taste settled on my tongue and I cleared my throat.
“Only so that somebody’s looking after you, which isn’t a piece of cake,“ I said, smiling when I successfully distracted his attention away form the pretty female and back to me, “Drunk Harry is a pain in the arse I’ll tell you that much.“
Harry shook his head with arched brows. „Watch it love, ’nother comment like that one and m’gonna pinch you.“
“As if you’d dare,“ I laughed, but shrieked and moved away when his fingers reached out to assault my hips. “Ouch! Be nice!“
We waited another minute or two before he thanked the barista with a warm smile while handing me my coffee.
“How much do I owe you?“ he asked, taking a sip from his mug.
“Don’t worry about it. You payed for both of us last time.“
“Oh, so now you can be nice to me, huh?“ Harry playfully nudged my side with his arm and nodded towards the exit, silently asking for us to leave. Well, less asking than demanding it.
My heart sank a little. I’d hoped we would sit down and enjoy our coffees together and through that prolong our time spent alone with one another, but I assumed he already had other plans.
“I’ll pick you up at ten,“ Harry informed me out on the street, his hand a constant warmth at the small of my back. “That way we’ll be an hour later than everybody else and there when the fun really starts.“
I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Whatever you say.“
“That’s the spirit,“ Harry joked, laughing when I glared at him, “I’ll see you then.“
My heart skipped a beat when he leaned in, lips finding my cheek in a lingering kiss before he allowed his arms to wrap around my waist in a tight embrace. The untamable curls of his tickled my neck when he let his face nuzzle my skin momentarily and I giggled in delight, heart thrumming heavily upon hearing him quietly chuckle.
“I’ll see you later,“ I confirmed, more to myself than to him in order to soften the sting of us having to part, “Bye, Harry.“
I squeezed him to me one more time before letting him release me. He stepped back and for a moment I believed to see something change in his eyes. With a final wave he made his way towards the taxi station nearby while I turned to walk to the nearest bus stop.
Harry’s hand was holding mine tightly (his doing, not mine), our fingers intertwined and my heart singing. I smiled and let him pull me with him as he went to say hello to all of the people he knew at the bar, which were many. Nobody questioned our interlaced hands and my cheeks warmed at the thought of people not doubting for a moment that I could belong to Harry’s side.
While Harry spoke to one of his friends my eyes scanned the faces of the people around us and to my distaste found the all too familiar and rather attractive features of Cherry, Her evil eyes glared at me briefly before widening upon noticing Harry, her desire for him as clear to see for everybody as her red painted lips were. I shuddered and turned more into Harry’s side, reminding myself that it was me he’d asked to come with him and not her. I didn’t look but I could feel her angered gaze of jealously on my frame. I couldn’t fight the smile pulling at my lips. The next person I was was Jake, a friend, who smiled and raised his hand in a short wave. I waved back. Him I quite liked.
Harry’s eyes found mine briefly before he released my hand and let my friend Lucy embrace me so tightly I could hardly breathe.
When she let go again I was immediately forced into a conversation with her and before I could do anything to stop her she pulledme away and out of Harry’s sight.
The night turned out to be fun though, especially when Harry joined me shortly after saying hello to Cherry and only left my side after an hour when our friend Riley suddenly came hurrying towards us, saying that he needed to talk to Harry. I watched him walk away longingly.
“You know,“ Lucy began while biting onto the blue straw of her drink, “he really likes you.“
“We’re best friends,“ I shrugged, turning to her, “He better like me.“
“No, silly,“ Lucy rolled her eyes and nudged my arm, “I mean he fancies you. Maybe not as much as you do him since you’re practically head over heels for that guy, but still. I’m sure if you were to say anything he’d be happy to go out with you.“
With flushed cheeks I looked around us, hoping nobody had heard her words.
“I don’t want to risk anything,“ I confessed quietly, “I’d rather be his friend than be nothing at all. Besides, it’s the guy who has to take the first step, not the girl.“
At that Lucy laughed loudly, her long hair fell over her shoulders and I briefly admired how pretty she was.
“Welcome to the 21st century, Y/N. And don’t you think he already made the first step? Several times, actually? Think about it. He invited you here to come with him. He escorts you home every time you’re out late with us and he constantly calls or texts you. Jake told me the other day that he drove past the two of you when Harry was walking you home and he didn’t dare stop to say Hi, thinking he might otherwise interrupt something.
“Jake is being funny then,“ I replied, ignoring the heavy squeeze my heart gave, “Harry is like that with many girls.“
“But only with you it is real.“
I didn’t reply any further and did my best to change the subject, silently urging my heart to calm down. I wished Lucy’s words were true. I wanted Harry to adore me as much as I adored him.
….Now. Harry didn’t adore me as much as I adored him. It was about one week after that night that he told Lucy he hated me. Her expression had been one of pity and I could tell it was hard for her to speak the words, fully aware that they would break my heart, but I’d begged her to tell me what it was I had done to make Harry draw away from me. And that was all she got out of him. Harry hated me, wanted nothing to do with me and felt as though he had absolutely no place for me in his life anymore. And while my world shattered at his sudden change of heart, he seemingly stayed unaffected.
“What can I say,“ Lucy recalled his words were, “I guess when one door closes, another one opens.“
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
….Then. I continued to speak to Lucy and drink, though I made sure not to get drunk so I would be sober should Harry decide to get wasted. I was to keep my word and take care of him, which I didn’t mind at all.
“Can’t believe you’re doing this for him,“ Lucy said, brows arched, “Make sure that he’s actually drunk this time.“
I rolled my eyes, remembering with a foul taste in my mouth when Harry had pretended to be drunk and forced me to drag him home, making me then walk back to my apartment alone and in the middle of the night only to later on reveal that it had all been an act.
“Wanted to see if you were a good friend or not,“ Harry had laughed after humiliating me in front of everybody, “And you passed!“
It hurt me how easily he could play with my feelings for him and I know that I should have left him then. But of course I had instead forgiven Harry without thinking about it twice.
We were interrupted by a guy named Cory. His tall figure loomed over the two of us and he looked very much out of breath. Though he didn’t know me it was my face his eyes instantly found.
“Y/N, right? You need to come with me. Now.“
I was grabbed without further explanation and dragged with such quick steps it was difficult for me to keep up. I was confused and wondered what a guy I didn’t even knew could want from me.
Though when we reached outside I realized it wasn’t Cory who needed something from me, but Jake.
My good and kind friend Jake was crying. His body shook and his face resembled the color of a sheet of paper. The blue of his eyes was swimming in tears and the evident fear in his orbs frightened me. My stomach turned when I noticed how his right cheek shone with a flaming shade of red. I stumbled towards him, heart beating heavily in my chest.
I flinched at Harry’s rough words and when my surprised eyes met his I froze. With his back stood against the brick wall of the building I hadn’t noticed his presence at first but now that I looked at him not even the dark could hide the heavy movements of his chest, the raw anger in his burning eyes. Instantly my worry was for him.
“Harry? What happened?“
My eyes wandered down and the racing of my heart increased at the sight of his trembling fingers, the knuckles of his hand already swollen.
I moved towards him and reached out for his arm before my brain could catch up. “Oh god, Harry, are you alright?“
Tears threatened to form at the sight of the one I loved in pain. Harry gently squeezed my fingers.
“I’m okay, love, don’t worry. Go. I don’t need you to see this.“ This time his tone was kind.
I turned to look at Jake. He’d shrunk back when I’d moved to stand by Harry’s side instead of his and I noticed how his tears increased, smearing his flaming cheek. I didn’t understand and desperately searched for answers in Harry’s face, but his expression had already hardened again. It was when his dark eyes found Jake’s trembling form that I realized what had happened. There was no kindness in his stare.
I let go of Harry’s hand and stepped back. “Harry, what did you do?“
Jake sobbed, breaking my heart further. I felt tears burn my eyes and roll onto my cheeks before I could stop them and I turned to look at the friend I felt was like my brother. With my entirety shaking I stepped closer and tried to reach for his hand.
“Are you okay?“ It was a stupid question to ask somebody who was so clearly devastated.
“Y/N,“ Harry growled form behind me, “Leave him be and go back inside. You have no business here so stay out of it.“
His voice was back to being harsh.
Still I pressed on.
“Did Harry do that?“
I didn’t need Jake’s nod to know the answer to my question.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been a witness to Harry’s short temper. He’d lashed out at people before my eyes more times than I liked to admit, but never before at one of our friends. Never somebody we cared about.
At first he would always scream and if the person confronted then didn’t step back, Harry would let his muscular physic do the talking.
I’d been so frightened when it had happened for the first time as I before that incident only knew him as a kind, warm and loving guy who did everything he could for his friends. Upon meeting him I wouldn’t have ever believed he’d be the type to solve his problems with physical strength, but over time I’d learned that if you push the false buttons, he could get as angry as a hurricane and destroy everything around him. Normally he always tried to make sure I didn’t see.
“Oh Jake,“ I cried and moved to hug him.
Harry made a sound like I imagined a wild tiger would right before killing his prey.
“Y/N, I swear to god, go the fuck inside!“
“Stop it, Harry! Can’t you see you’ve done enough?“ I was properly sobbing now, “What the hell were you thinking? You hit Jake!“
“That prick deserved it,“ Harry spoke cruelly, “Didn’t you, you little shit?“
“Hey man, calm down, okay? I think he gets it,“ Cory intervined.
He’d stayed silent until now.
Jake’s swimming orbs found my face. “I’m going home.“
I brushed my hands against the wet skin of my cheeks and nodded. My friend’s scared eyes found the man’s who stood behind me before quietly continuing.
“Come with me.“
“She’s staying, aren’t you, Y/N?“ Harry’s tone was almost mocking, “She came here with me so she stays until I take her home. She doesn’t need you to do that.“
My head hurt and I shook my head. Breathing was difficult.
“Jake,“ I whimpered, “Just go, okay? Text me when you’re home.“
I knew my reply disappointed him but at the same time it was hardly a surprise. Of course I would stand by Harry’s side still. Of course there wasn’t anyone who I would choose over him. Harry knew it, too and grinned at the both of us with an unfamiliar shade of evil in his eyes.
I faintly heard him mumble the words Good girl.
My stomach turned.
“I can go home by myself.“
Jake moved to leave and when I turned to look at Harry his expression had changed from one of anger to one of surprise. I noticed that his eyes were back to their clear green color that wasn’t at all frightening and when I took a step back and out of his reach he frowned.
“Y/N,“ he spoke softly, “C’mon. I’ll take you home later.“
I shook my head. “I want to leave now.“
He sighed. “We’ll leave now, then.“
Once more he reached out to touch me and just like before I flinched away from his touch. The blood on his hand made me sick.
“I said I can go by myself, Harry.“
Any other person would have understood.
Of course I couldn’t bear to be in the presence of the male who’d just inflicted such pain and fear on one of my closest friends. It was all too much and I cried on my way home, thankful that the taxi driver didn’t dare asking what the matter was.
Jake texted me that he was fine and though none of what happened was my fault I apologized profoundly for what Harry had done.
But that was it. I didn’t offer to come over and take care of him, in fact I didn’t address the subject at all anymore the moment I found out what had happened.
Apperaantly Jake had run his mouth about something Harry didn’t like and before he’d been able to react or apologize Harry’d already begun to inflict physical pain on him, completely void of any compassion for his friend.
I felt bad, I really did, and though I was angry and upset with Harry, the fear of him resenting me should I side too much with Jake kept me from being a good friend to him.
I picked Harry without even consciously making the choice.
When I went to tell Lucy about what happened the night before she said that she already knew. Harry had told her everything after I’d left him standing outside the bar.
“He was pretty pissed at you,“ she said with worried eyes, “Said he doesn’t want to see you anymore.“
I shuddered. “Maybe I should call him. Talk things out.“
But he didn’t pick up. Not the first time I tried and not the fifth either. He didn’t even respond to my messages.
Slowly I could feel myself freak out. We’d had some spats here and there, arguments that had made him shut me out and avoid talking to me, but so far whenever I reached out to apologize he warmed up and welcomed me back at his side.
Only this time I honestly felt like there was nothing for me to apologize for. I wasn’t the one who’d laid hand on Jake, who’d commanded a friend around as though they were my property and I hadn’t been the one to spoil the whole night for everyone.
“Just apologize to him,“ Lucy advised after I’d spent three days with absolutely no word from Harry, “He’s on good terms with Jake again. After letting out his aggression Harry accepted Jake’s effort of making things okay.“
“Good for them,“ I said, genuinely meaning it, “But there is nothing I could apologize for and nothing that I did wrong that night. Harry knows that, too.“
In all honesty I felt as though it was Harry’s turn to apologize to me. So many times before had it been me who’d tried and tried to reach out for him to make things right, often I even let myself down just to please him and that just couldn’t happen again. I would wait, I decided, wait for him to respond to one of my innocent messages, hoping desperately that this choice wouldn’t cost me him.
But of course that was exactly the price I had to pay for not backing down this time.
….Now. Harry could be so kind. He was the first person to be there for me when I was in trouble, he always protected me against anything and anyone who made me uneasy and most importantly through him I experienced a never before encountered feeling of being needed.
To him I was important and he appreciated me every day.
At times he was gentle and funny, blushing whenever he managed to make me laugh and his eyes would sparkle so lovingly it made my heart flutter.
He wasn’t all manipulative, arrogant and selfish.
I think Harry liked to think of me as an obedient and kind girl that wasn’t difficult to keep around. And he most certainly knew I was in love with him. So when I chose not to let myself down and apologize for standing up to him he was surprised and angry.
I’d proven his perception of me wrong and this newly discovered girl wasn’t who he had much use to.
….Then. Never before in my life had I cried so hard. It was like I couldn’t breathe, my chest was crushed under an immense weight and I was robbed of any feeling of comfort. Some nights it got so bad I was hysterical and trashed around in my bed with no hope of finding rest. It felt like I was forcefully ripped open and everything Harry had left in my heart was taken away. Left was a sickening emptiness.
I was devastated.
Harry hadn’t responded to any attempt I’d made at reaching out and after a while I had been forced to give up. So instead I sent Lucy to talk to him and find out what he believed I did wrong only for her to come back with the most awful news.
“Harry was so angry, Y/N,“ Lucy had said, voice quiet and careful, “So much so he acted completely indifferent. He said that you know exactly what you did, that he hates you for it and never wants to see you again.“
She might as well have knocked me out.
Lucy nervously toyed with her hands. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. There really was nothing I could do to calm him.“
Hearing that the person you love feels hate towards you is the most intense kind of heart break that can be inflicted upon you by a loved one. Any sense of warmth is sucked out of you, your skin is in a constant state of shudder and your heart might as well not be there. The sickness you may feel before sitting through an important exam or before your first day at a new job, that kind of nerve wrecking sickness doesn’t ever go away again.
Your body is always on alert. Not even sleep brings rest.
It is pure torture to bear a broken heart and it takes so much time until it gets better.
The crying didn’t stop and I had no control over it. My eyes began to tear up without me noticing and due to the constant ache in my heart it was difficult to tell when my body was overwhelmed by it. During those times I searched for solitude and refused to spend time with the large group of people I’d once called my friends. Lucy and a small handful of them were the only ones I wanted to be around, anyone else I knew would instantly go and tell Harry about the pitiful state I was in.
And he didn’t need to know how much him leaving me had shattered my entire being.
To my luck the intense pain, confusion and disappointment followed a lot of anger. Like, more anger than I ever knew I was capable of feeling. That helped so much and for the first time I could feel myself slowly getting close to feeling okay again.
Because honestly: How dare he put me aside like I was a used doll to him? How dare he pretend like I wasn’t the best friend he had? How dare he act as if I hadn’t always put him first, before myself even?
I hissed in anger at the mere thought of all the things I’d done for him, every sacrifice, every time I let myself down to please him. If he messed up, I was there to help make things right, if he was upset, I was there to cheer him up. Me, me me. Always Me.
And now what? I had cried at the sight of my friend in pain and that made ma a traitor?
“I’m okay,“ I told Lucy one afternoon after she asked me how I was coping. Five weeks had passed since Harry had stopped talking to me and I was happy to admit that my words were only half a lie.
“That’s good,“ she gave me a small smile before her expression hardened and she looked away. “He asked about you today.“
I almost chocked on my tea. Lucy elaborated: “I ran into him at the cafe he likes so much. He asked where I was going and when I told him he wanted to know how you were doing.“
“What did you say?“ I wondered, my voice much steadier than I expected.
She peered up at me form under her lashes. “That you were good.“
I nodded. “Good.“
“I also asked if I should talk to you and help him make things right again.“ Lucy looked at me expectantly.
With brows arched in surprise I cleared my throat. “You did? What did he say?“
“Nothing he just shook his head. But that’s only because he’s prideful, Y/N, trust me. If you were to call him now I’m certain he would want to talk.“
Slowly I raised the mug I held in both hands to my lips and took a sip. When I looked at her again I knew my slightly puffy eyes were hard.
“Well, I’m not going to.“
“You should,“ Lucy protested, “Put you both out of your misery.“
I shook my head. “He’s the one who acts as if I did the worst possible thing to him when in reality I have done nothing. No, I am definitely not going to crawl back to him like a whipped dog that learned its lesson and damn him if he thinks I will. Maybe he regrets being a dick to me but then it sure as hell means that it’s his turn to come back. After all, he’s the one that left.“
When I finished I was out of breath and my hands trembled.
“I didn’t know you were this angry,“ Lucy admitted, her eyes holding surprise, “I expected you to be happy about these news.“
“Well I’m not,“ I answered, “This is just another stupid test of his and after crying every night for almost a month now I no longer care if I fail it.“
“He told me you were the one who left.“
I gaped at her. “What?“
She shrugged. “In his version of the story you’re the one who backed away form him after what happened to Jake. He thinks you are the one who left.“
Once more my body was set on fire with anger. “That’s what this is about?“ I cried, “He hates me for not holding the hand he used to beat my friend with?“
Lucy bit her lip, then she nodded.
“Fuck him then,“ I said harshly, “What a self centered prick. I was frightened sick and he is so selfish that me taking a step back and insisting that I needed a moment alone is enough for him to throw us away?“
There was a pause of silence and slowly my breathing calmed again.
Lucy cleared her throat. “Okay, well… it’s your choice. I just know how much you care for him and even after everything he did I’m sure he cares about you just as much. And as your friend I must say that I can’t bear to see you so hurt all the time.“
At that I smiled kindly. “If he cared as much about me as I do for him he wouldn’t be spending all of his time with Cherry at his side.“
Lucy’s face fell. “I didn’t think you knew about that.“
I shrugged. “Hard not to. Her Instagram is full with pictures of them together. Her hugging him, him holding her waist, them dancing. He doesn’t seem to miss me too much.“
“She’s a distraction and has a pretty head that is as empty as a head can be,“ Lucy spoke harshly, “He knows that she is nothing compared to the friendship he had with you.“
I shrugged once more. “He doesn’t seem to mind. And as long as he doesn’t try to come back to me with a solid apology I couldn’t care less if Cherry bores him out of his mind.“
Nights were still the worst. That was when my head was haunted by every moment I ever spent with Harry, every laugh we shared, every touch. My poor heart was tortured with the memory of him kissing my cheek, leaving the skin hot and burning. I was reminded of the wide smile he wore whenever he saw me and the look of his arms held open wide for me to step into.
What I found myself missing most though was his smell. I’d grown to love his scent, found it comforting and every night I feared I would forget it one day.
Nights were when I allowed myself to cry and mourn the hope of love I’d lost with him.
I missed laughing with him, because he was still the funniest person I knew. I longed to hear him talk, because he had such a smart mind. I couldn’t bear to think that I would never get to feel his arms around me again and it hurt to imagine that I would never have his protection again.
After giving him so much importance in my life it was difficult to cope without him. But I did. And after two months of no word of him, it truly was no longer a lie when I said that I was feeling good.
It was almost like he knew that my heard had mended and I believed he understood that as his cue to come back and fuck me up again.
I stared at my phone with shock. I had one missed call from Harry and four new texts.
How are you?
Can we talk?
Almost three months. That was how long he’d waited to reach out again. More than 40 nights of crying, more than 30 days of feeling like I was only a shell of myself.
And all I got was a Hey. How are you? Can we talk? Sorry. A ‘Sorry’ was all that my pain was worth.
„Fuck you, Harry,“ I muttered.
I reached for the device sitting before me, unlocked the screen and pressed onto the message until the small window popped up.
Are you sure you want to delete this chat? My phone asked.
I didn’t hesitate to press yes.
To this day I knew that there was nobody I loved as deeply as I did Harry.
Even after doing everything in his power to break my heart, I can’t help the small jump out of rhythm and the tiny squeeze it gives whenever I happen to see his face somewhere. So many years have past and both of our lives are so different now.
We don’t speak. We don’t reach out.
But his stare lingers when he sees my face and so does mine. It’s as if we’re both reminded of who we once were and for a moment we wonder what we’ve become.
I could never forgive myself // Montgomery de la Cruz
Warnings: mention of rape
A/N: I never wanted to romanticize rape. That´s one of the worst things that can happen to a person, but I got carried away with this one. And I´m really bad with titles. So sorry.
You sat on
your bed, rereading your favorite book, enjoying your alone time. Reading was
always a valve for you, a way to escape the reality. A knock on your window
tear you from your thoughts. When you looked up you saw someone sitting in
front of your window, waiting patiently to be let in. You stand up from your
bed and when you opened it you were greeted by Montgomery, your boyfriend of
six months. “Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to hang out
with the others at Bryce´s?” You asked smiling, letting him in. Monty embraced
you in a tight hug the moment he stepped inside, burying his head in your neck.
“What happened?” you asked, normally your boyfriend was carefree around you.
Whenever he steps through your window or door he would make a cheeky remark,
but he was never like this and it concerned you. You could feel his breath
against your neck, tickling your skin. Your hands rubbed up and down his back
and you could feel him relax under your touch. “I will never leave you alone
around Bryce again.” He mumbled and hugging you even tighter. “What do you
mean, Monty?” you asked confused. He breaks the hug and walked toward your bed,
sitting down and rubbed his hands over his face. “Monty. What do you mean?” You
were standing in front of him, your hands resting on his shoulders playing with
the hair at the base of his neck. “We were chilling at Bryce´s; I was playing
videos games, while Jess, Bryce and Zach played carts, until Justin walked in.
He wanted Jess to come with him, but she refused and I think she wanted to
provoke Justin so she sat down on Bryce´s lap. Justin snapped and dragged her
outside. We followed; you know to not miss the drama. She asked him why he
wanted her to leave and asked why he even care. And then Justin said that Bryce
raped her.” Monty paused and your hand practically flew to your mouth gasping
and you felt tears starting to well up at the corner of your eyes. “He said that
Bryce fucking raped Jessica. I don’t know if it´s true or not, but the idea he do
or did the same to you made me so sick. I could never forgive myself if
something like this happened to you. So that’s why I´m here, to make sure you
are ok and to ask you something.” He finally looked up and you saw the worry
written over his face. You couldn´t get a word out, the feeling that you need
to vomit burning at the end of your throat. Monty stands up, taking your hands
into his. “Did he ever do anything to you? I mean, did he ever touch you?” He
looked you deep in the eyes, probably to know if you were lying. You shook your
head no, stepping away from him and leaned against your desk. “Are you sure?”
He asked sounding concerned, this time you nodded. “Thanks god.” He exhaled,
walking to you and pulled you into a hug. Your forehead leaned against his collarbone,
while your hands played with the hem of his shirt. “You okay?” He whispered
after a while, pulling away a bit to look at you. “Mon, you just told me that
Bryce raped someone, one of my friends. I mean… I don’t think… You know… What I
want to say is that I don’t know what to say.” You mumbled looked at your
hands, still playing with his shirt. He just nodded and pulled you back into
the hug, his grip on you tight. Your arms sneak around his torso and you seek
comfort in his touch. You never liked Bryce, he was so full of himself and he always
made you feel uncomfortable, but he was Monty´s “friend”, if you can call him
so. You never understood why Monty was friends with him in the first place. Behind
his façade he was a really sweet and loving boy, but guys like Bryce always turned
him back into the asshole. “Do you want me to go?” Monty suddenly asked and tears
you from your thoughts. “No, don’t leave me alone.” You whispered hugging him
tighter. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked again and you just shrugged
You lay in
your bed; your cheek was pressed against Monty´s chest, listening to his
heartbeat. He was watching the movie while drawing indefinable patters on your
back. You lift your head lightly to look at your boyfriend. When you first saw
him you were instantly attracted to him, maybe it were the freckles or that
smirk that made you crush on him. Maybe it was the way he walked like nothing
could shake him or that one time when you collide with him. He instantly
grabbed your arms to make sure you wouldn’t fall and helped you pick up your
stuff, shooting you an apologizing smile.
You first noticed that you have fallen for him when you were at a party playing
spin the bottle. It was his turn and the bottle landed on you, you still know
how nervous you were and you still remember that little smile on his face,
almost as if he was shy. When he kissed you, you didn’t want it to end and at
that moment you knew that you had fallen for Montgomery de la Cruz.
“Baby, stop to stare, it´s distracting.” He mumbled, smirking down at you. You
hadn´t even noticed that he turned his head to look at you and you felt a blush
creep up your cheeks. You whispered a short ´sorry` and laid your head back on
his chest. Monty pressed a kiss to your forehead, before turning back to the
You moved yourself so you sat on his lap. He looked at you surprised but smiled
when you pressed a kiss on his lips. “What was that for?” He asked smiling,
after breaking away. “Because you care about me.” You whispered, shooting him a
short smile. Monty moved himself so his upper body leaned against your
headboard. “Of course I care about you, baby.” He pulled you into another sweet
kiss. You always loved moments like this with him, when they were just innocent
and sweet. He breaks the kiss and you buried your head in his neck, snuggling
“I love you.” He mumbled and you shot up again, looking at him surprised.
Neither of you had said these words before, you knew that you love him and thought
you would be the first one to say it, once you got the courage to tell him. “When
Justin told Jessica that Bryce raped her and I began to imagine him doing the
same to you, my heart began to ache and I felt so sick like I needed to throw
up and that’s when I realize, it´s because I love you.” He explained smiling
shyly at you. “I think I already knew that I love you, but didn’t want to admit
it. I never loved anyone like I love you and I didn´t want to mess up. I´m not
exactly the easiest person and I can be glad that you put up with my bullshit.
I just didn’t want to scare you away. I mean you probably don-“you silenced him
by pulling him into a deep kiss. He pulled you as close as possible, returning
the kiss. When you break away from him you smiled at his flushed face. “I love
you too.” You mumbled placing another kiss on his lips, this time a small and
sweet one. “Thanks god, it would be really embarrassing if you didn’t feel the
same.” He said letting out a relieved laugh. “I need to mark this day in my
calendar.” You whispered, kissing him one more time before getting up. You
walked to the calendar that hangs on the wall next to your desk. “Why? Because
I told you, that I love you?” He asked, clearly amused by your behavior. “No
because that’s the first time I made you blush.” You countered and laughed to
yourself, when you heard him groan. “I take it back, I don’t love you.” You
laughed even harder and made your way back towards him, after marking the day
in your calendar. “No, you love me. Come on, say it again.” You said smirking,
while he pulled you on his lap. “No, you don’t deserve it.” He pouted crossing
his arms over his chest. You smiled at his childish behavior and leaned into
another kiss. “Fine. I love you. I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I love you, baby.
I love you, sweetheart. I love you, honey. I just love you.” He flipped you
over, placing himself between your legs and began to kiss your neck. For the
rest of the night he repeated these three words like his life depends on and
for that night everything was perfect.
“well hello again.” The familiar voice of Tamara Monroe rung out.
Remember how I said Nolan was going to get me killed? I think he just did.
I looked up glaring at Monroe. It was only Monroe and one other guy but, they both had their guns pointed at me. I could take them, I just needed a distraction. She put the barrel of the gun right between my eyes.
“you know I always thought of myself as a bit of a psychic, I had a feeling you were going to die, and well it looks like my prediction came true.” Monroe said moving her finger to the trigger.
“HEY ASSHOLE UP HERE.”
The other hunter turned his attention to where Theo stood waving his arms. He aimed his gun emptying his rounds on him. I took this time to grab the barrel of the gun that was pressed to my head before head butting Monroe in the face. She fell backwards grabbing her bleeding nose.
“I thought you were a psychic, bitch.” I growled before kicking the gun away from her.
The man, realizing what was happening, struggled to reload his weapon. I pulled out my belt clicking it in place. I swung it in one swift motion and the hunter fell to the ground.
His head separated from his body.
I killed him.
Monroe looked in horror, as did I.
“oh my gosh.” I breathed looking at what I had just done.
A arm reached out pulling me away. I looked up at Theo dragging me back to the car we came in. Liam was in the backseat passed out. The tires squealed as we pulled away from the zoo. I stared straight ahead lost in my thoughts. That man probably had a family and I took him away from his family. Nolan was right, I really was a monster now. So many thoughts were going through my head I barely heard Theo speak up from beside me.
“are you okay?” Theo asked glancing at me.
“I killed him. I killed a man.” I said looking at him.
“you get used to it.” Theo said.
“DON’T TELL ME I’LL GET USED TO IT! OH MY GOD I KILLED SOMEONE!” I screamed.
“if you don't calm down you can join Liam in the back seat.” Theo growled.
“HOW CAN YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN? OH MY GOD SCOTT, WHAT IS HE GOING TO SAY? HE’S GOING TO KICK ME OUT OF THE PACK.” I said putting my head in my hands.
“It was self defense, theirs a difference.” Theo said.
“YOU KILL PEOPLE NOT ME!” I said breathing heavily.
“I haven’t killed anyone today. Can’t say the same for you.” Theo smirked.
He thought it was funny. This most definitely was NOT funny.
“I’m going to add you to my list if you don’t shut up.” I growled finally slowing my breathing.
“are you finally calm?” Theo asked.
I shook my head yes not really believing it myself. An awkward silence filled the car.
“oh god I’m going to throw up.” I said causing Theo to pull over.
I threw open the door releasing everything I had eaten for the past few days. The images of the man's decapitated head filled my mind making me throw up again.
“what’s going on?” Liam asked finally awakening.
“Y/N killed someone.” Theo shrugged like it was no big deal.
“YOU DID WHAT?” Liam asked shooting straight up.
“seriously would you both chill out. He was going to put a bullet through your head if you didn’t take his off.” Theo said.
“I have to tell Scott.” I said looking at my hands.
Theo sighed before making a right turn to Scott’s house. I didn’t know how I was going to tell him but I needed too. I didn’t mean to kill him, I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone. Theo pulled in to Scott’s driveway giving me an annoyed look. I got out of the car taking deep breaths. I walk inside to see Scott, Malia, Lydia, Mason, Melissa, and Chris crowded around a map.
“Scott.” I started causing everyone to look at me.
I wanted to tell him but nothing would come out. He walked over putting his hands on my shoulders.
“what happened?” He asked looking concerned.
“Scott I’m so sorry, I..” I started but was interrupted by Rafe McCall bursting through the front door.
“the guns, they’re all gone.” Rafe said looking at Scott.
“yeah we know.” Scott growled.
“No I mean they were distributed. Distributed to the citizens of Beacon Hills.” He said looking at all of us.
distributed? they were supposed to be destroyed.
“guys.” Lydia said but no one was paying attention.
“GET DOWN!” she screamed.
the first bullet shattered the window making us duck for cover but it was no use they poured in one by one. I cried out before everything became one big blur.
NOLAN’S POINT OF VIEW
“Y/N!” I screamed as she rolled down the hill.
Liam growled coming at me, I tried to move past him but he threw me back. I couldn’t see where she was and it killed me.
“Liam I have to get her!” I said
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.” Liam growled coming closer to me.
He was in full werewolf form backing me to the wall. I flinched as he punched the wall directly beside my head. He kept punching it again and again but never directly hit me. Suddenly Liam fell limp on the ground. Another guy stood behind him glaring directly at me.
“I’d run.” He said.
The other guy grabbed Liam dragging him off. I had to find her. I jumped up quickly trying my best to walk down the steep hill but I fell and went rolling too. I hurt my ribs on the way making it hard to breath. I hit the bottom feeling pretty rough. I was a little ways away but I could see everything. Monroe had the gun pointed right between her eyes.
“you know I always thought of myself as a bit of a psychic, I had a feeling you were going to die, and well it looks like my prediction came true.” Monroe said moving her finger to the trigger.
I tried to protest but I got the wind knocked out of me on the way down.
“HEY ASSHOLE UP HERE!”
the other hunter turned to where the guy from earlier was and started shooting at him. Y/N grabbed the barrel of the gun Monroe was holding before hitting Monroe in the face with her head. Monroe fell backwards clutching her nose.
“I thought you were a psychic, bitch.” Y/N said kicking the gun away from her.
“watch out.” I croaked but it was barely audible.
the other hunter was reloading his gun about to shoot her. Y/N removed her belt which I now know was a sword all along. She clicked it in place before swinging it. I watched in horror as the man’s head was severed by her blade. The man’s body fell limp and his head right next to the body. She jumped back in awe of what she did.
“oh my gosh.” She said dropping the sword.
The other guy came over pulling her away. Monroe got up examining the body of the hunter. She soon noticed me laying in the dirt. She came over helping me up.
“this is who she really is Nolan.” Monroe said pointing at the dead hunter.
I couldn't get the image of the hunter out of my mind. I couldn’t get the image of her doing it out of my mind either. I laid awake all night thinking of it. What bothered me most is her killing him did nothing to me. I still wanted her, I still wanted to help her, protect her, love her.
I walked in to school exhausted from everything that happened yesterday. I managed to make it through my first three classes but there was no sign of Gabe anywhere. I got up when the bell rang dragging myself to the next class. Gabe suddenly appeared blocking my way. He had a cut on his face with blood still seeping out of it.
“we have a problem.” He said grabbing my arm.
He led me to the locker room showing me the cracked mirror.
“what happened?” I asked.
“Liam and Theo, they were here asking about what happened at the McCall house.” Gabe said looking at me.
I gave him a confused look.
“what do you mean what happened at the McCall house?” I asked.
Gabe looked down guilty.
“Gabe what did you do?” I asked.
“I did it for you.” He said.
“Gabe what are you talking about?” I asked again.
“I shot up the house, but I told Monroe it was you. All of them were inside except for Theo and Liam.” He said.
I immediately thought about Y/N.
"why did you do that?“ I growled.
"you should be grateful, you’d be dead if it weren’t for me.” Gabe said getting in my face.
I took a deep breath taking off. I could feel the tears cloud my vision. She didn’t escape Monroe just to get killed by Gabe. I quickly got in my car driving to Beacon Hills Memorial. I ran up to the front desk asking if there was anyone with the last name Yukimura there. The nurse said no sending me away. More tears fell down my cheeks as I got back in my car. I refused to believe she was gone. I drove to her house seconds away from a panic attack. I ran to her door throwing it open.
“Y/N?” I called up the steps.
no answer. I quickly ran up the steps in her room but she wasn’t there either. I fell to my knees letting the tears roll down my cheeks. Suddenly the door slammed making me whip around. Scott stood there with his arms crossed in front of him.
“I knew you’d end up here eventually.” Scott said looking at me.
“where is she?” I asked.
“I can show you, but I’m going to need you to do something for us.” Scott said negotiating.
If I said yes there was no going back to Monroe.
“okay.” I said without hesitation.
“follow me.” Scott said walking out her door.
I followed behind him keeping my eyes on the ground. He led me to a blue jeep signaling for me to get in. I nodded my head getting in the passenger seat. To say this was an awkward situation was an understatement.
“what do I have to do?” I asked.
“you’ll know what to do when the time is right.” Scott said glancing at me.
what the hell did that mean?
“how did you know I would show up?” I asked.
“because I’ve been in love before, and I know what it looks like. You’ve never hurt anyone Nolan because deep down you’ve always known she was different but you loved her anyways. Now you just know what makes her and the rest of us different..” Scott said not taking his eyes off the road.
I took a minute to take in what he was saying. It was true, I always knew she was a little different but that’s what made me fall in love with her in the first place.
“She killed someone and I didn’t even care.” I said glancing at Scott.
“yeah Theo told me. He also told me how she proceeded to panic and then threw up afterwards. She would never mean to hurt anyone Nolan, I know her and so do you.” He said pulling in the parking lot.
I looked up to see the sign for Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. I gave him a confused look.
“we couldn’t take her to a hospital.” He said getting out of the car.
I followed after him. He opened the door before stepping to the side. She was laying on metal table, Liam was there holding her hand. His head snapped up as soon as I entered the room.
“what’s he doing here?” Liam growled.
“easy Liam, he’s here because he cares.” Scott said standing in front of me.
“whatever. I keep taking her pain but it isn’t doing anything.” Liam said.
Scott walked over leaning over her. She wasn’t moving.
“Is she dead?” I choked out.
I could feel a single tear run down my cheek.
“no but she’s going to be if we can’t get her to heal.” Liam said looking to Scott.
I walked closer to her. She had three bullet holes in her chest. I felt angry. I wanted to make Gabe pay for this.
“how do we get her to heal?” I asked looking at both boys.
“I don’t know, she needs to command the fox inside of her to heal itself but she can’t exactly do that right now.” Scott said.
“taking away her pain isn’t working either.” Liam said grabbing her hand again.
“can I try something?” I asked looking at Scott and then Liam.
Scott nodded his head moving out of the way. I walked to the side of her looking down at her perfect facial features. I took a deep breath before pressing my lips to hers. I kissed her with everything I had in me. I didn’t know if it would actually work but I needed to try.
“look.” Liam said.
I pulled away looking down at her. The three holes in her chest were healed over, like they were never there. She gasped shooting up off the table.
I like cliffhangers so you can have one more. Beaten coming soon xoxoxo
A/N: Okay this one is reeeeally long but i got carried away and I didn’t want any part of the request to get missed out because I tried to squish it into less than 2000 words
I maybe request an imagine where the reader is new and she moves to riverdale
from England and she starts off as a waitress at pops and befriends Jughead
because she’s all little and sassy and sarcastic. Then maybe she could become a
river vixen and reggie and the football team all take an interest and juggy
gets all jelly because he’s developed a subconscious crush on her
Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors
and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find
Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about
dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,562
fluff, sarcasm, drinking, bad jokes, angst
A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?”
CW: coming out (more or less voluntary), pining, meddling friends, nosy mothers
Jack rushed into the kitchen with wild eyes and uncombed hair. It was Saturday, which Bitty knew was the only day of the week he allowed himself to sleep in. Jack hadn’t even changed out of his pajamas, and he was adorably rumpled as he slammed his palms down on the counter and stared at Bitty.
“My mother is coming into town next week,” he hissed, glaring like Bitty himself were responsible.
“Okay?” Bitty turned the heat off of the stove where he’d been cooking up a mountain of eggs. It was absurd how many eggs a handful of college athletes could eat in one setting. “Your mama seems like a lovely lady. Do we need to clean the Haus? Put Shitty in suspenders so he won’t magically lose his pants while she’s here?”
“you’ve been camping in a crappy tent next to my really comfortable caravan/motor home and it’s been raining cats and dogs for ages, do you want to come in and have a cup of tea to warm up?” (5000 words, rated M) AO3
Setting her Kindle down on her chest for the third time in ten
minutes, she covers her eyes with her palms and tries to shake away the thought
that keeps creeping past her well-constructed rules. Rules that don’t allow
welcoming strange men into her camper. Rules that don’t care about the flash
flood warning that keeps popping up on her phone and definitely don’t care that
his tent is at the bottom of a hill. Sure, he’s seemed relatively harmless the
few times they’ve crossed paths, twice at the showers and once down at the
lake. His smile had been friendly each time, mildly flirtatious and
devastatingly sexy, but not smarmy and he’d left her alone. A casual wave is as
much as she’d gotten, one that she’d returned without thinking. She’d seen him
sitting at his campfire the night before, seemingly transfixed to the flames as
if lost in thought, or memories maybe, but that had just been her spinning tales as she’d gazed upon his fire-lit profile. Even after the logs were little more
than ash, he’d stayed there, waiting until the last ember floated away on the
breeze before turning in for the night. She can admit to herself that there’s
something about him that intrigues her, his confidence in his solitude,
perhaps, something she knows a bit about herself.
So why is she lying here fighting an urge to save him? Who says
he even needs, or wants, to be saved?
Frustration has her shucking the covers from her legs so she can
stand and pace up and down the narrow walkway between her bunk and the
kitchenette. Each time she passes the small window she pauses for a longer
look, the rain pelting the window obscuring the view the faint glow of a
lantern illuminating his tent from the inside. Eventually, she just stops and
stares, waiting to see if she will see his shadow move past the light. When she
does, it’s like a flip gets switched and a decision she doesn’t remember making
is already made and she’s shoving her feet into her hiking boots and fumbling
her head through the hole of her $3.00 rain poncho.
Her jeans and face are soaked almost immediately after stepping
outside. Curses fly from her lips as her boots sink into unseen puddles of mud
and she nearly topples down the hill, her hand grabbing a nearby tree catching
her fall. By the time she’s reached the side of his tent she’s convinced this
was the dumbest idea she’s ever had. It’s only seeing the shadow of him
standing and moving to the entrance that stops her from turning around and
heading back up the hill.
A dark head of hair emerges from the zipper, one hand shielding
eyes she knows are the brightest of blue from the unrelenting rain
“Everything alright, love?”
Bristling slightly at the endearment, she aims her flashlight
pointedly at the puddle overflowing into the opening of his tent.
jimin (bts) + you (reader) word count: 12,842 warnings: there’s no violence in here but if survival scenarios make you uncomfortable there is a mild dose of that of course there is some smut but it’s nothing too rough it’s vanilla plus there is quite a bit of cussing hey he’s a pirate it is to be expected a/n: the long awaited pirate!jimin fic is finally here good grief i feel like i have been working on this for years but it’s only been a couple months lol anyway hope you all enjoy i really like how it turned out but i will go ahead and add there will be no sequel or extra installments
Come on they’ll never last he has a new gf in a couple of weeks.
Aw puppy love. Too bad puppies grow up.
I heard she was seen hanging out with Nylander again. She’s cheating!
Those were a few of the comments that kept popping up on your insta. You didn’t even follow those blogs, but still, you couldn’t help but read the comments under the photos that Auston posted of you. Or Marns or anyone actually. Every time you were in a photo, even just in the background, the comments kept going into directions like this.
There were countless blogs dedicated to your relationship with Auston. Not in a good way though. Instead, they were discussing how it was ridiculous of you to be serious with each other. Everyone seemed to an opinion, most of them sharing the opinion that you were too young to know what love is.
“You okay, babe?”, Auston questioned.
He was currently sitting on the couch, trying to get better in CoD, since Marns was still mocking him for being bad. You looked over from the kitchen, a small smile spreading on your face. His hair was a mess. He had insisted on staying up later than usual because he wanted to finish the season you were currently watching. So now he looked like he was in desperate need of a nap, lying on the couch half asleep, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants.
“I’m fine. Cheating on you with Willy as always. You, on the other hand, look exhausted.”, you chuckled.
Both you and Auston used to get super upset over the comments. You tried to prove everyone wrong, but every time you were the best girlfriend in the world, the ‘fans’ found a new thing to hate. After a while, Auston made you promise not to try so hard anymore. You were perfect to him already and there was no point in being perfect for everyone else. So it had become a joke. Sometime’s when either of you found a really hilarious comment or mysterious headline, you would share it with each other.
“What? You got over your affair with McDavid that fast? That was literally just during the World Cup of Hockey!”
“But you know, I am not emotionally capable of a long-distance relationship. That’s why I dumped him to flirt with the next guy.”, you grinned, plopping down on the couch next to him.
Auston snuggled into your side, still focused on the game, as you started running your hands through his hair.
Auston and you had known each other since you were kids. He asked you out early in High School and you had been dating ever since. You were madly in love with that guy, willing to sacrifice everything for him. You saved up to visit him in Zurich as often as you could and when he returned, you were there when he was drafted. Auston never asked you to do anything, not wanting to put pressure on you, although he couldn’t be happier that you did all of that.
Because you were important to him. You kept him sane with hockey and media drama. It had always been like that. So you both worked on a plan and you managed to successfully relocate both of your lives to Toronto.
Sure, it wasn’t always easy especially since you were both still young but it was worth it. The comments were still frustrating you, but you knew what you wanted. You wanted Auston in your life. Forever. Not just for a couple of months. And Auston couldn’t even imagine letting you go or breaking up with you ever. It was a once in a lifetime relationship.
“It’s still gross that you cheated on me with Marns last month. I mean, you were seen in a hotel together! You’re getting sloppy in hiding your affairs.”, Auston muttered. But he wasn’t playing anymore. Instead, he had his eyes closed, enjoying your touch.
“Yeah! Right. But did you know that - and you won’t believe this - Steph’s parents were staying in the exact same hotel? I mean, what else could we have been doing there?”
“Well, definitely not waiting for you boyfriend to stop being questioned by Steph’s Dad. Or waiting for Steph who forgot her purse in her parent’s room.”, Auston chuckled.
You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore, causing Auston to open his eyes and look at you.
“Your laugh is the best sound ever.”
“You say that every time. And you said the same thing about the new coffee machine!”, you laughed, stopping your motion in his hair Auston pouted, waiting for you to resume playing with his hair.
“But I don’t love the coffee machine.”
“That’s not what it sounded like when you convinced me we needed a new one.”
Auston grinned at you, before he tilted his head up, making a kissy face.
“But it’s great. Still, your laugh is better. Can I get a kiss?”, he smiled.
His smile was adorable, and it made you fall in love with him again, every time. You leaned down to place a sweet kiss on his lips and when Auston was distracted, you snatched the remote from next to him and turned off the TV.
“Hey.”, he complained.
“Come on. It’s your day off. You promised to cook with me.”, you pouted. Auston leaned up to peck your lips, but he seemed to agree with you.
“I love you.”, he mumbled against your lips.
“I love you too, goofball.”
“You know, when you said we would cook together, I thought you would actually be helping.”, you grinned.
You had just finished up the food and put it in the oven, but Auston didn’t do much to help you. Instead, he just kept his arms wrapped around you and his head on top of yours, making it hard for you to work.
“I’m good at grilling. Everything else is your specialty.”, he grinned, a yawn escaping his lips.
You turned around to him and tried to look up, but he kept your head tugged under his chin. So, to be able to look at him, you hopped onto the counter behind you. Auston stood between your legs, tiredly smiling at you.
“You always get cuddly when you’re tired. You know that?”, you smiled back.
“You might have mentioned it before. Is that such a bad thing?”, he chuckled lightly.
“S'cute. I like it.”, you muttered, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss onto his nose. Auston answered by pecking your lips.
“Why did I agree to have Marns and Willy over for dinner?”, he asked.
“Because you’re a good friend that was worried they would eat takeout again? Because you were actually awake when you said that?”, you joked.
“But I want you to myself. And the food.”
“Aww. Sharing is caring. But they shouldn’t stay too long. You need your sleep before the game tomorrow.” You added another kiss, this time to his forehead, but Auston had other plans. He leaned in for a kiss to your lips, lazily remaining there for a while.
“You guys are gross. Why do you always do this?”, another voice whined.
Both you and Auston jumped, turning around to an obviously amused Nylander. William was standing in the doorway, Marns next to him holding his phone up.
“Remind me why we gave them a key?”, you laughed, turning back to Auston.
“Something about emergencies.”, Auston replied. He pecked your lips again, this time much shorter, but just as sweet.
“Guys.”, William complained.
“What’s for dinner?”, Marns asked immediately after.
“Come on, let’s feed them or they won’t shut up.”, Auston laughed, helping you down the counter.
“I can’t believe you filmed us.”, Auston groaned his head in your lap.
As it turned out, Marns had his phone up because he recorded your little scene in the kitchen. Every single moment ever since they entered. And they had been standing there for longer than Auston and you knew.
So now, the newest thing on Mitch’s insta account was a video of you and Auston, of course, both of you tagged underneath. You were already preparing yourself for the comments to come.
“It was cute. Gross but cute.”, Mitchell grinned.
Willy nodded approvingly. He too was featured in the video. Every time either Auston or you had said something cheesy, the camera had been turned to William or Marns himself, showing their reaction. From eye rolls to fake swooning and even a fake gagging everything was featured, making the whole thing hilarious. And Mitch’s phone was blowing up with notifications.
“Remember when you had that privacy talk with Matt, Marns?”, you said, raising your eyebrows at him.
“Yeah, yeah. Ask people before you post stuff. Blah blah. But you wouldn’t have allowed me to post it. So I didn’t ask. Plus: You guys are always so lovey-dovey but somehow no one ever found out beside us. I’m just giving them these important bits of information.”
“Like you said: Sharing is caring.”, William grinned, giving you a wink.
“I can’t believe you guys.”, you groaned, but you rolled your eyes with a smile.
“Oh my goodness. Mitchell! What is going on? I thought you only posted it on Instagram?”, Auston questioned suddenly.
“I did. Only there, I swear.”
“Why, baby?”, you asked.
“My mom just texted me. She thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and I can assure you my Mom is not on Instagram. It’s everywhere by now.”
Auston showed you the messages from both his Mom and Breyanna. You couldn’t help but laugh at it, but your face fell in shock when your own phone started going crazy causing Auston to laugh at you this time.
“Oops. I didn’t know it would blow up like this.”, Mitch shrugged.
And although you didn’t want to, you automatically scrolled down to the comments.
Wow. Hate to say it but maybe they won’t break up.
I said it before you dumbfucks, they’re happy now get a life and stop hating on their relationship.
Did you know that they knew each other since first grade?
His Mom keeps posting photos of the two of them. They do look kinda cute.
He still deserves better.
Not all the comments were suddenly nice, but even the small amount of comments that were, made you smile. Of course, that got Auston’s attention. He snatched the phone from your hands and scrolled through the comments you had read, looking positively surprised.
“Looks like a little more insight into our relationship changed some of their minds.”, he chuckled.
“Yeah, seems like it.”, you muttered, smiling at him.
“They have no idea about us. And they will be bored in a couple of months. Although I have a feeling the break will be short. Think about the number of theories and comments they will come up with when I finally get you to adopt a dog and marry me.”
You snorted, shaking your head slightly.
“You got your priorities straight, huh?”, you teased.
“It’s not news to me that I want to marry you some day. But I only found out that we’re allowed to have a dog in this Apartment yesterday.”, he joked.
“Fine. We’ll think about it for a couple of months and if we still think it’s a good idea we’ll get a dog. Deal?”
“Deal. And you’re gonna marry me then?”, Auston continued to joke.
“Goof, we talked about this. Your Mom might love us, but she will give you the lecture of your life if you don’t at least let me finish college first.”, you chuckled.
“Fine. Dog, college, Wedding. At least Mom loves you as much as I do.”
“I love you too.” Auston pulled you down to him, but before you could actually kiss each other you were interrupted.
“Guys. You’re doing it again.”, Marns reminded you.
You looked up to see that Marns had his phone back up.
“Marns!”, Auston and you yelled at the same time. Auston threw a pillow at Mitch, but he just threw it right back.
“Sharing is caring!”, he insisted, although the words were going under as the whole group started to laugh.