thank you all for your kind words likes i am literally tearing up over here

BTS Reaction - Their child runs on stage

Anonymous said: Reaction when during concert their little child run up on star with tears and saying something like"daddy this song is beatiful,you sing perfect" and starts crying and hugging him and all ARMYS make one sound like “owwwh cute” and kid gets shy🙈

So I’ve decided to just come up with Korean names for each of their kids. I feel like that makes it a little more personalized, rather than just putting Y/K/N. Also, my name is Sarah. I’m American and only know a small amount of Korean, so if I screw up these names somehow…I am so sorry and please politely correct me lol. Enjoy!

I kind of wonder if Taehyung picked those names for his future children because Taekwon sounds like Tae Kwon Do…Taekwon literally means “kick hand”

Taehyung:

You were having trouble controlling your three year old, Taekwon, as he toddled around backstage, huge red earphones covering his ears from the noise of the concert. You brought him with often to BTS concerts, because he enjoyed being able to watch his dad, his uncles, and look at all the bright lights. Although normally, he wasn’t this nuts. Jimin’s wife must’ve given Taekwon a Popsicle or something earlier that day, because your kid was bouncing off the walls.

Whenever they preformed Spring Day, it would get everyone onstage emotional. Taekwon knew his dad’s voice - and would always ask you to pick him up and point out Taehyung singing his part in Spring Day. This time was no different, because your baby tugged on your pant leg and threw his arms up.

“Where daddy?” Taekwon asks in his baby voice, his hands gesturing out and his shoulders shrugging. You smile and point at the figure across the stage. Taekwon looks, struggles in your arms before you put him down and turn to grab a water bottle from the cooler on the floor.

As you’re digging in the ice for a cold bottle, you hear a huge chorus of “aww”’s coming from the stage, and the boys laughing. Securing yourself a water bottle and turning around, you glance up and notice that your son is not where you left him - and has run out onto the stage into his dad’s arms. You watched with a hand covering your mouth as Taehyung crouches to catch his son and hoists him up on his hip.

“Your singing is nice!” You hear your son say loudly into Taehyung’s microphone, and laughter rumbles throughout the arena.

“Thanks, buddy. Can you sing a song for us?” Taehyung asks, expecting his son to blurt out the words to Spring Day, but Taekwon begins to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star instead, which makes the entire arena resound with sounds of adoration.

Suga:

Twins. You and Suga never expected them in the first place, and it’s been a wild four years with them. Their birthday was soon, and you still remember the day they were born - Min Yoon-Shik first then Min Gi-Dae second.

The twins became more like their dad everyday, and you’d find the sisters singing along to all of BTS’ songs, and would try their hardest to rap alongside their dad in each song. They’d even try to learn the choreography - and while Suga wasn’t all that bad, the girls seemed to have gotten your side of the family: because there wasn’t a dancing bone in your body.

It was BTS’ last concert before they ended their latest tour, and you had decided to take the girls to this one to watch their dad preform. To say the least, the twins were extremely excited and kept their eyes focused on Suga the entire time. They even began copying his lyrics as he rapped them.

At the end of the concert, the boys sang Spring Day and had rose petals raining down on them, and the twins thought it was hilarious. Yoongi looked over to the side of the stage and an instant smile grew on his face at the sight of his baby girls, and he ushered the twins to come out on stage. Yoon-Shik and Gi-Dae looked at each other, then back at you for permission, then ran off onto the bright stage towards their dad.

“Can you teach us the dances for the songs?” Gi-Dae asked as Yoongi hoisted both her and her sister up in each arm. The entire arena sighed in awe, the other boys laughing at how cute Yoongi’s twins were.

“Ask Uncle Hobi for that,” Suga laughed jokingly, then kissed his daughters cheeks before setting them down. “Run along, I’ll see you in a few minutes loves.” He said aloud, before gently giving them little pats on their backs before turning around and thanking ARMY.

Jimin:

Jihyun was just like his father.

It wasn’t even funny - you swear you had no part in making your son because Jihyun was a spitting image of Jimin. It’s as if someone put Jimin in the copier and spit out Jihyun - all the same features and personality, just a different name, and much younger.

Jimin would often times take Jihyun to the studio because the five-year old loved watching the dance practices. Towards the end, Jimin would grab his son and teach him the moves - and his son would execute them almost perfectly. He was gifted, just like Jimin, and everyone saw it.

“Jihyun, stay here.” You said to your son, who was standing in the middle of the exit to the stage, watching his dad and uncles jump around as they began I Need U. Jihyun didn’t acknowledge your words, but tried his hardest to keep up with the minimal choreography he knew. It was adorable watching him spin around and trip over his feet - but he was better than any other five year old dancer you’ve seen (okay, maybe you were a little biased).

You didn’t realize it until you looked over on the TV screen to see your son just off to the left of the stage, visible to ARMY but behind the boys. Jihyun didn’t notice that he had veered too far onto the stage, and was too busy twirling around and singing along to I Need U to hear the ARMYs cooing.

You watched Jimin spin around when the song was done and lock his eyes on his son, immediately bursting into laughter and walking briskly over to Jihyun. 

“Jihyun, you’re giving everyone a show!” Jimin laughed, scooping up his son and bringing him to the front. The five year old looked miraculously at his father but began to enjoy being on stage with his uncles, who all came over and ruffled his hair.

“I’m gonna be like you one day,” Jihyun said with a bright smile while looking up at his dad. Jimin threw his head back in laughter and appreciation while the ARMYs in the crowd continued to awe. 

“I’m sure you will be, bud.” 

J-Hope:

Just like that - Hokyong was out of your sight and ran right into her dad’s arms. The two year old was the most excitable, energetic kid you had ever come to know, but you’d never trade that for the world. 

When Hokyong saw her dad, she would never hesitate to run over and hug him. It was just Hokyong’s thing - she’d laugh and toddle towards Hoseok with a big, toothy grin on her face. Your husband would just laugh right with her and cuddle his daughter in his arms.

“Look who has joined us today!” J-Hope said brightly into the microphone, glancing at his baby girl as she peered around with her hand stuck in her mouth. “Can you wave, Hokyong?” Her dad said, gently prying the hand out of the baby girl’s mouth.

Hokyong looked out into the crowd then shyly buried her face into her daddy’s shoulder, earning a huge, booming sound of adoration from the fans. The boys just laughed, Jimin coming over and patting your daughter’s back before looking back at you and shooting a thumbs up. You stood at the curtain watching, getting emotional at how perfect your little family was.

“Alright, baby. We have to finish the show, say bye-bye!” J-Hope said, putting the toddler down and grabbing her hand. Hokyong waved to the crowd before J-Hope walked her back to the side of the stage, kissing your lips before handing the baby back to you.

“My perfect girls,” he said, winking, before hoping back to his spot on stage and beginning BS&T.

Jungkook:

Your’s and Jungkook’s daughter had just turned a year old. She’d just began walking as well, and you decided to bring her to the last concert of the tour to celebrate her birthday with all the boys afterwards.

Jungmee was extremely intelligent, but very quiet and reserved. The baby girl had been a daddy’s girl from the beginning - always reaching for Jungkook when she was upset or wanted to be held. It was no surprise that Jungkook was the best dad in the world: he admitted he was nervous at first but seeing him with your baby girl was heart melting.

You sat with your daughter in your lap`as she stared out onto the stage, and from time to time, Jungkook would glance over and wave at you and Jungmee - winking and making silly faces. Finally, towards the end of the concert, you could tell your baby was getting tired. She was crabby, crying and struggling to get out of your arms, but whining when you but her down. 

When you put her down on the floor for what must’ve been the 100th time, you hoped she would somehow fall asleep despite the music echoing around the arena. Jungmee was sobbing now, screaming incoherent words as she had a tantrum right then and there. You sighed and over the course of 15 minutes, you picked her up and rocked her, tried to console her with a bottle and then resorted to just swaying back and forth with her in your arms as she screamed.

Jungkook must’ve noticed, and had watched you struggle to keep Jungmee calm. With a smile playing on his lips, he jogs over and stands in front of you, placing his hands under the arms of your daughter before taking Jungmee into his arms. She stops screaming, of course, but still hiccups as leftover tears roll down her cheeks.

“W-what are you doing?” You stammered.

“I want everyone to sing her happy birthday. It was going to be at the end of the concert, but it looks as if you could use a break..” He said, giving you a little smile as he walked back off onto the stage, looking adorable as he held Jungmee in one arm.

“It’s Jeon Jungmee’s birthday…I think we should sing happy birthday, don’t you think?” Jungkook says, bouncing the now happy, tearless baby girl. The entire arena erupted, singing happy birthday to your little girl. By the time Jungkook came over and handed her back to you with a kiss on the cheek, Jungmee smiled as she drifted off as you held her against your shoulder.

Namjoon:

Namsang was the sweetest baby girl on the earth - except when she threw The Tantrum. Your baby girl wasn’t spoiled - not by you at least, since Namjoon always decided to bring the three year old little presents and toys home - but when Namsang pulled The Tantrum, all hell broke loose.

So the little girl decided to pull The Tantrum at the worst time possible - just as Namjoon kissed both of you and ran out on stage with the boys. Namsang reached out after him as he hopped away, her lip curling into a pout as she began to cry. As the boys were jumping around and dancing to their opening song on stage, you turned your back and tried to bounce your daughter into calming down.

Namsang began to kick and try to pull away, and after 10 minutes of fighting her, you set her down. You sat down in the chair beside the stage and rubbed your hand over your face, already all of your energy spent. This is what was bad about bringing a three year old to a three hour long concert - you never knew what would set off another screaming-fest.

When you opened your eyes again, you didn’t even realize your daughter was gone from your sight. You were just relieved that the screaming stopped - and then noticed that something was missing. Frantically, you searched around, behind curtains, under tables and in the surrounding rooms, until you heard Namjoon talking on stage.

“Namsang! Come here,” Namjoon said, and you turned your attention to the CCTV streaming the concert. The camera was pointed at Namjoon with his arms wide open, crouching down to catch his daughter in his arms. Namsang ran into her dad’s arms, earning louds screams from the fans. 

“Aw, baby girl, what are you upset about?” Namjoon asks, wiping the tears from your daughter’s face with a small chuckle, picking her up and holding her close. 

“I didn’t w-want you to leave, daddy.” Namsang said, sniffling. The other boys covered their mouths to hide their laughter while Namjoon just turned his head and said, “Aw, I’m sorry. But you’re here now, right? You don’t have to worry, baby.”

Jin:

There wasn’t a time in your house that nobody was singing. Someone always had a song stuck in their head, and your four year old, Jinhee, was no exception.

Seokjin was constantly teaching her the lyrics to various BTS songs, and she always begged to attend every concert her dad performed at. She loved singing along to I Need U, and Spring Day. Jinhee tried to dance to Not Today, but when she’d trip over her feet, Seokjin would tell her to keep trying her hardest.

Another thing Jinhee did was get emotional. At four years old, you would think she didn’t understand anything her dad and uncles were singing about, but oh man, she did. The little girl would ask what was wrong and why the people they were singing about were leaving in Spring Day.

You had left Jinhee standing at the entrance to the stage while you left to grab a snack from the waiting room. She was usually very obedient, and would listen to you when you told her to stay there. Although, when you walked back Jinhee was not where you had left her. You dropped the fruit snack you had snagged for her and immediately looked out on stage - and saw her running behind all the boys and heading straight for her dad.

“Daddy!” She hiccuped, and there were tears that ran down her cheeks. Seokjin turned around, eyes going wide at the sight of his daughter rushing towards him. He crouched down and held Jinhee in his arms, and you saw him wiping away her tears as he began to talk to her.

“Hey, what are you doing out here? Are you okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice.

“I-I, the song is sad,” Jinhee cried, burying her face in her dad’s shoulder. Jin closed his eyes and laughed, picking her up and facing the crowd. The entire stadium was a mixture of laughing and cooing, and Jin waved before heading back to the side of the stage to put Jinhee down by you.

“Don’t cry, okay? I love you, stay with mommy.” Seokjin said, kissing his daughter’s forehead before looking at you with a small smile.

this killed me and I am so sorry it’s so late

Won’t Let Go

Title: Won’t Let Go

Summary: When you return to the bunker with Sam, you realize how shaken Dean is after everything that has happened. All you want to do is comfort him but he ends up promising you something you never thought he would.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1063

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of blood and death. Spoilers for the episode 12x22 “Who We Are”. Bit of fluff because let’s be real, we all need this.

Author’s Note: So. The two hour finale. It killed me. And episode 22? Also killed me. Jensen’s acting killed me. I’m just completely dead right now, okay? So, I had to write this because my Deanie Beanie deserves all the love and comfort in the world *clears throat* *pulls herself together*

Right. This is set right after the last scene of the episode, meaning right after that group hug the three Winchesters share. The gif used is not mine. You can find it here

Enjoy <3 


The steady sound of running water overwhelmed your senses as you bonked your head against the shower door, washing away worries and fears and that little voice in the back of your mind that told you it was impossible for you to be there, to be back in the bunker again, alive and safe and almost unscathed.

Breathing deeply, in and out, you wrapped yourself around a towel, and got out of the shower slowly, eyes already darting towards the fresh scars and wounds covering your skin.

You should be used to it by now, but the thought of dying, of leaving this world, even in a blaze of glory with Dean and Sam next to you, had scared you more than you’d like to admit.

In and out.

Running your fingers through your hair, you let the towel drop to the floor and reached for your underwear, then slipped into one of Dean’s flannels, mind drifting to him almost intuitively. You’d only seen him for a few moments after you and Sam had returned from your mission, but you could tell that, whatever he’d seen in that dream sequence inside Mary’s head had hurt him. Really hurt him, even though he’d never say that out loud.

And, God, you worried about him.

In and out.

Soon enough, you were in the room you shared with Dean, only to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, holding what you knew was a picture of himself and his mother in hand.

Your heart broke.

“Hi there.” You whispered, leaning against the doorframe.

He looked up then, green eyes lighting up just a bit as he registered your presence.

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Don’t Say Anything (part 10)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: I CAAAANNNNTTTTTTTTT

A/N: I’m going to Pride for the first time this Saturday and I’m sooooo excited :)

It goes completely silent. Like dead silent and you hate it. Wanda’s looking between you and Natasha while your voice gets caught up in your throat.

“Nat.. I-I’m-” you stop speaking, running your fingers through your hair.

The fiery red head stood in front of you, mouth slightly open in shock. For a spy, she did not see this coming. Everything happened so fast. You didn’t mean to blurt it out. You cracked under pressure. This is exactly what you were trying to prevent from happening.

Suddenly the door bursts open and in walks Bucky and Steve, worried looks etched on their faces and guns pointed.

“What’s going on? We heard yelling.” Steve spoke first, eyes searching the room. From where they were, all they could hear was muffled yelling and they thought you and the girls were in some sort of danger. Once Steve looks at you, he lowers his gun. “What happened?”

Your eyes travel over to Nat who kept her gaze on the ground. Your heart broke. “Nat, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Steve glances between the two of you before glaring at Bucky. “You’re not waiting any longer - talk to her.”

“But-”

“Talk to her!”

Bucky let out a shaky breath before stepping towards Nat. “Natasha can I.. Can I talk to you? Alone?”

She cleared her throat. “Yeah, we have a lot to talk about.”

You watch the two exit your room and your eyes fill with tears yet again. As your lip quivered, Steve pulled you into a hug where you let out a sob. “She hates me, Steve. I hurt her.”

“She doesn’t hate you, Y/N.” he sighed, rubbing your back in a comforting manner.

“You didn’t see the way she looked at me. She was so hurt. I betrayed her.” you cried. “What kind of friend am I?”

He shushed you, petting your hair softly as you cried your eyes out. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. She wasn’t supposed to find out. All you wanted was for them to be happy regardless if it hurt your feelings and made you want to drown in your own tears.

Wanda slowly got off the bed and placed her hand on your back. “Are you okay?”

You step away from Steve and wipe away your tears. “I fucked up.”

“I tried to stop it, Y/N.”

“I know. I should’ve walked out or something. Anything really.” you sniffled. “Now she hates me.”

“Steve’s right, she doesn’t hate you.” Wanda frowned. “Shocked, yeah. But she would never hate you.”

“Why wouldn’t she hate me? She just found out that her best friend is in love with her boyfriend. Of course she hates me!” you exclaim.

Steve’s eyebrows raise. “You’re in love with Bucky?”

Both you and Wanda ignore him. “Don’t think like that. She doesn’t hate you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Wait.” Steve waved his hand. “You’re in love with Bucky?”

“Don’t make me repeat it.” you sigh.

“For how long?”

“Does it matter? Nothing good-”

“Five years.” Wanda cut in and you glare at her.

“Five years?!” he shouts. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“What?” the both of you say, watching as Steve slapped his palm against his forehead.

“Bucky, he-” but he stops himself.

“He what?” you question.

Steve cleared his throat. “That’s not for me to tell.”

“What the hell? Tell me.” you take a step towards the blonde.

He takes a step backwards. “No.”

“Steve, I’ve had enough today. Just tell me.”

“You’ll have to ask Bucky.”

You scoff. As if you’ll ever go near Bucky now. You should’ve just stayed away from him right when you found out about the two of them. Now everything’s out of control. You’re pretty sure Natasha hates you and Bucky  - Why would Bucky want to be with you now? Nothing will change with him.

Platinum blonde hair pokes into your room and the man attached to it smiles. “Guess who’s back and brought a cake… What’s going on? Why are your eyes all red?”

He fully steps into your room with a bag hanging from his wrist and you exhale loudly.

“Not now, Pietro.” Wanda says, shooing him away with her hand.

Pietro snarls. “Not now my ass, she’s crying.”

“Just go!” she points to the door.

“Like I’d ever listen to you, младшая сестра.” he scoffed, setting the bag down on your bed. “What happened.”

“She’s in love with Bucky.” Steve says as Pietro walked towards you.

“You finally told him? Did he reject you? Is that why you’re crying?” he held you by your upper arm, eyes filled with concern. You glance at Wanda then at Steve before letting out a sigh.

And you told him everything.


Bucky led Natasha to his room where he shut the door and locked it so they could have their private conversation. Bucky was nervous. His hands were shaking, his heart was pounding and he wanted to throw up.

If he even said the slightest thing to piss her off, she’d murder him. Literally. Bucky walks around her and sits on his bed, patting the spot next to him. Natasha doesn’t say a word as she sits beside him, a decent gap space between the two of them. She was thinking hard, thinking about the mini argument with Bucky 3 days ago, thinking about everything that’s happened, literally in the past hour and 30 minutes.

The brunette clasps his hands together, leaving them to rest on his lap and clears his throat. “So..”

“Do you like Y/N?” Nat asked, not bothering to waste any time. “Be honest with me.”

“I - Yeah. Yeah, I do.” he breathed.

Natasha exhaled an ‘okay’ and looked over at Bucky. “Don’t hurt my best friend, Barnes. Do you hear me?”

Bucky nods. “Yeah.”

“If she ever comes crying to me because of you, you’re dead.”

“Got it.”

“Alright.” she nods. “We’re done here.”

Natasha moves to stand up but Bucky grabs her hand. “Wait, that’s it? We didn’t even get to actually talk!”

“Because there’s nothing to talk about!” she replied.

Bucky scoffed. “There’s a lot to talk about.”

The red head sighed and sat to face Bucky. “Alright, fine. Let’s talk.”

“Thank you.” he breathed. “Before I start I just want you to know that I do care about you and you’re a great person.” Nat nods. “Okay so, before.. us happened I had a thing for Y/N but I didn’t think she.. you know, liked me back.” this made Nat scoff as she thought back to what you had blurted out earlier. “And then you came along and we got to talking which then led to.. you know and every time I was with you, I forgot about my feelings for Y/N. You were like a distraction. What we had was a.. a fling. You know that. I enjoyed your company. You filled the hole inside me briefly, the one that yearned for Y/N’s love and affection. I know this all sounds bad, trust me - and I know that messing with your feelings was a douchebag move but at the time, I thought I wanted to be with you. I told myself over and over again that I wanted to be with you and not Y/N but fuck, seeing Pietro all over her these past couple of days annoyed the hell out of me and I couldn’t lie to myself anymore - I couldn’t hurt you as well. I couldn’t string you along, making you think that I loved you when really, my heart belongs to Y/N.”

Nat nods her head. “So you were using me this whole time?”

“I wouldn’t necessarily word it like that but yeah.” he sighed. “It was a dick move, I know. It’s fine if you want to hit me or cut my balls off. I deserve it. I’m sorry.”

The red head exhales. “If I were some other woman, I’d be absolutely furious right now. I’d want to punch you, knee you in the balls so hard that you wouldn’t be able to produce children later on in the future.” Bucky chuckled softly. “But, I’m not some other woman. I’m me. And although everything you just said was fucked up, I shouldn’t be one to judge because I’ve been using you too.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows at Natasha’s words. “What?”

“I was in a bad place when we started talking. Bruce had ran off without even saying goodbye to me. I had to hear from Tony that he left. Fucking Tony. I was sad, I mean I really did love him. I get that he had to leave for the protection of everyone around him but a simple goodbye would’ve sufficed, you know?” Bucky nods. “Anyways we got to talking and all that other stuff and for a minute, you’d make me forget about all the heartbreak Bruce caused me. Just like I filled the hole in you that craved Y/N, you filled the hole in me. A distraction was what you were. You distracted me from my real feelings. I know what we had was a fling, I never saw it as anything more than a casual talk and fuck - sometimes make out sessions. But other than that, I didn’t have feelings for you. I liked the fact that you distracted me from Bruce and I guess I made myself think that I actually liked you in the process.” she ran her fingers through her hair. “And I’m sorry too.”

“Wow.” Bucky laughed, staring straight ahead at his wall. “So us dating, that was-”

“Completely idiotic and for no reason.” she finished for him.

He face palmed. “Oh my god, we’re idiots.”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “We are.”

“We didn’t even actually like each other, why did we start dating?” Bucky questioned, although he already knew the answer.

I have no idea.” Nat laughed. “Oh, and sorry about getting all mad after accusing you of liking Y/N. I guess I got frustrated that reality was setting in and the fantasy was no longer there.”

“It’s cool. Sorry for.. literally everything.” Bucky shrugged.

“It’s fine.” she chuckled. “No hard feelings?”

“No hard feelings.” he nodded before running his fingers through his hair. “Oh god, now I have to talk to Y/N. What if she doesn’t feel the same way?”

“I have a feeling she will.” the spy says as she stood up, extending her hand out for Bucky to take. “Come on, let’s go get your girl.”

The super soldier takes her hand and stands up, following her out to the hallway. “You know Y/N’s a jealous person, right? Not too jealous though but a reasonable amount of jealous.” she says.

“Yeah, it’s cute, right?” he smiled. “Ooo she’s gonna get so mad and jealous when she realizes that we’ve had sex. Plus those make out sessions and the amount of times she’s caught us. Wow. You’re in some deep shit.”

“She’s gonna get mad at you, not me.” Nat scoffed.

“You were messing around with her man.” Bucky countered.

She rolled her eyes. “Sisters before misters, Barnes. Never forget.”

“Yeah well… Bucky before Nat.” he replied, causing the red head to laugh.


A/N: OH MY GOD I’M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS FLIPPING CHAPTER AND I REALLY HAVE TO PEE SO HERE YOU GO I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS PART, IMA GO PEE NOW. TELL ME WHAT YA THINK

TAGS ARE CLOSED BC I CN’T KEEP UP SORRY AMIGOS

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Cure (4)

Bucky x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst, smut.

A/N: Part four! Bucky goes to see Banner and finds out more about his past with Y/N, while they find out about that something in his head. 

Oh, and things get sexy. 

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

Banner is nice enough. He keeps calling me James, though, and it’s a little confusing. Everyone here keeps calling me Bucky, and getting used to that one name was tough enough as it is. Now that I remember.. some difficult times, it’s a little exhausting to remind myself to answer to ‘James’ as well.

But he’s nice and lets me know what everything he’s using is for, so I decide to keep my trap shut and just roll with it. They’re trying to help me, after all. See how long it’ll take before I regain all of my memories, and I can’t wait for that to finally fucking happen. 

A voice from the ceiling startles the living shit out of me when Doctor Banner asks some one called Friday what my brain-scan tells her.

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Wrapped Around; pt. 3

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 12264 words

Originally posted by minjiminieee

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: Man feels good to finally post this. Thanks for being patient ya dumplings (: ICYMI, there was a part 2.5 so check out part 2.5 before reading this!!!

Part 1 | Part 2Part 2.5 | Part 3.5

Previously…

You were meant to be someone he’d use to get good grades and if all went according to plan, you were going to be a simple hump and dump but hell, he hadn’t even slept with you yet and he was already so hung up on you.


Your mind is all over the place, your hands shaking and your heart pounding but you try to push through. You pick up the next practice exam, exhaling deeply to get yourself to calm down but it doesn’t work. Glancing at the amount of work you had left to get done, you simply groan internally. You’re not sure what kind of luck it was to have 3 midterms in one week, each one a day after the other. Sighing, you set aside the papers for a while to unwrap the sandwich that was sat on your table.

You’ve put off sleep for a while now, not like you could really sleep to begin with but you get a maximum of 2-3 hours of sleep a day and it really was taking a toll on your body. Your anxiety interfered with everything from your ability to sleep to your ability to study. You distanced yourself from everyone you knew and that included Jimin, Solji and Hoseok. The library was basically your home now and you only returned to your dorm to shower and grab the books you needed. You chose to go back at odd times, making sure you would never bump into Jimin. The only person you saw from time to time was Taehyung when he’d drop by your desk to hand you a sandwich or a snack. You know every time he comes around, he had that look in his eyes. It was those puppy eyes, full with concern but he never asked you anything and you were glad.

He knew all of this well enough, having seen you done the same thing the previous semester as finals week approached. This time around though, he was slightly more concerned only because you still had 2 and a half weeks till finals but right now you already looked… for the lack of a better word, horrible. You often forget to eat meals when you’re stressed so he takes it upon himself to drop something off when he could. His heart hurt watching you abuse yourself but no matter what he did, he could never get you to stop and tell yourself that maybe you needed to take a breather or seek out help.

He remembers perfectly well the way you had snapped at him last semester when he pulled you out of the library to get you to wake up and see that your body wouldn’t be able to hold up if you continued.

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103. Single, not sure how to mingle.
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105. My idea of flirting is making fun of each other, until one of us fucks up and says something nice.
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111. A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss you a lot.
       B: What?
       A: I said you suck.

Here you go! :) (And thank you so much for the kind words!! )

“Am I the only one sick of romantic comedies- kissing couples and flowers and tears and such. Like who needs those anyways?” - you said, arms rested on the back of the sofa, eyes locked on the tv screen that was projecting some lame movie, though Wanda seemed very interested and Pietro nearly dead.

“I agree.”- he mumbled, half-asleep, half-wishing he was doing something else, anything else, really. “No guys, come on, where’s the romance in your souls?”- Wanda said, enthusiastically following every move of the actor’s who were now dancing slowly.

“I’ve literally zero space for romance in mine, too much sarcasm and irony I guess.” - Wanda frowned at your sassy comment and made an unimpressed face. You just put your hands up in surrender and sat next to her and the already sleeping Pietro.

“I don’t believe you though”- Wanda whispered, still looking at the screen. You turned your head to her in confusion - “What?” - she nodded her head at the tv “Just look at them - all those secret looks, the little gestures, the gentleness, even their flirting looks so…romantic” - she breathed out, little hearts swimming in her eyes.

“Well my idea of flirting is making fun of each other, until one of us fucks up and says something nice.” - you commented, voice sounding slightly muffled, because you had your chin rested on your knee.

She lauhed and looked at you as if trying to remember something. “What was it that you said yesterday?–” She touched her forehead and then snapped her fingers “Single, not sure how to mingle.” 

Her quoting of you made you both laugh and snicker quietly. “Yeah, exactly” - you exhaled, turning her body to her to explain - “Like my brain just can’t work with such a pink ‘filter’. I’m like a factory for sarcastic comments, look” - you shifted again, so you were facing Pietro’s sleeping form.

Wanda watched you carefully as you leaned down and whispered near his ear “I really like you and want to kiss you a lot.” - her hand immediatelly clasped over her mouth, in an attempt to try and not laugh so hard.

He moved his head a bit and opened one eye sligtly, and very sleepily asked in a low, raspy voice : “What?” - You tried to look at him in an uniterested manner - “I said you suck”.

He kind of shrugged his shoulders and mummbled with a lazy smile “You suck too” - turning to Wanda with a wide grin across your face you pointed at her brother:

“See! That was some aswesome flirting action!”

No Pain-No Gain

Request:  I’m not sure if you do like one shots or stuff but I had an idea for a soulmate au where someone’s soulmate can feel there pain. Like a a person breaks their foot, their soulmate will feel it to, just not have a broken foot. Image how Clarks soulmate would react with all that stuff. I think it would be cute, but could be kinda angsty. Just an idea. Idc if you do it or not, just thought it was cool. Have a nice day.
Word Count: 9636.
Pairings: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader
WARNINGS: Lots of swearing. Mentions of: low self-esteem issues, traumas, bullying, weakness complex. Angst (personally, I don’t consider this very angsty but, you need to be warned). Also, I’m sorry for any typos since this was not edited and english is my second language.
Author’s Note: Hope this isn’t to cheesy and that you will be able to enjoy it. Also… NINE THOUSAND WORDS IN LESS THAN A WEEK?! That’s a record for me! Anyway, hope you enjoy this and that the anon who requested it isn’t disappointed.

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Yes, I totally needed three gifs of Henry Cavill. You did too, don’t deny it.


I hate my soulmate, that’s for fucking sure. I totally hate him (or her, you never knew) and I don’t give a single fuck if I haven’t met him. Also, no, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest and yes, you can hate someone you haven’t met, thank you very much (and yes, even if it’s your fucking soulmate, especially mine).

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Week 15! I’m finally starting to catch up on series, so hopefully you’ll start seeing your own in here! Note that drabbles are no longer included due to the length of the recs. I hope y’all enjoy this weeks compilation. 

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All that Jazz - Sirius Black x Reader (smut)

[Request: Hi could I request a Sirius imagine where reader and Sirius have an argument and like hanging out with the Marauders becomes awkward as the two make sarcastic remarks and stuff. But after a few days there’s too much tension and make up smut (quite rough) but the Marauders walk in and are like ‘well I guess you guys made up then’ xxx
Warnings: SMUT/ kink/ my English/not that great? Idk!
I don’t own the gifs/ Credits to their original owners. Also, thank you @ra-veela-claw  for the gentle push!
Thank you for requesting!]
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You were struggling to study and remain calm at the same time because, in all honesty, all you wanted to do was flip the damn table over and burn your notes. It was soul sucking. Merlin knows how long you have been studying. You have been studying for hours upon hours. You weren’t that studious usually and you would prefer to be with your boyfriend but alas! N.E.W.T.S. 

“You’ve been studying all the day. And yesterday. And the day before. I missed you” Sirius said while he played with a strand of your hair affectionately
“I know, love. I just need to study for the exams. It’s not like I can fail” you said while you tucked the strand he was playing with behind your ear. He was pouting.
“Come on! Let’s do something fun! I feel abandoned” he murmured while he started pecking your neck. You let out a heavy breath. You can’t give up now. It’s only one more chapter after all!
“Cut it out Siri” you pulled away from his kisses. You wouldn’t be able to resist him any longer if he kept doing that.
“Jeez, woman!” he said mocking you. You really didn’t need that kind of attitude right now.
“Stop it! I need to study. You may not care about your future, but I do. So leave me the fuck alone!” you snapped at him. You weren’t really that mad but it came out that way. Truth is, you were bottling things up. Like how he didn’t care about the exams or anything, that is. He seemed to be so laid back and chilled out when you were studying your ass off and still- you hadn’t even finished one book.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he spat cruelly at you, causing your mind to shut down. With you? What was wrong with him?
“I am not the one who doesn’t give a flying fuck about anything. I want to do something with my life. I don’t want to waste it away because I was so stupid to throw every chance out of the window. I have goals and aspirations”. You were yelling at him by now. You just didn’t understand how someone could throw his life away to have fun. Fun. How fun will it be when he can’t even find a job?
“Screw this” he yelled at you, venom spreading through his words into your blood. He just stood up and left. And took all of the air with him. For a while, you felt numb and you tried to regain focus. Nothing seemed to work and soon tears were streaming down your face, sobs echoing around you, silent at first, deafening after a while.
You grabbed the books and threw them at the wall while ripping your notes apart and creating a chaos.  
Great.
Lily marched in. Your legs gave away and you crashed the floor.
Perfect.

Dinner was… Heartbreaking. You were sitting alongside the girls. They were talking about the next Hogsmeade trip and how beneficial a day off would be. You wouldn’t dare to look up because he was sitting there with his friends, laughing and girls were right beside him. Too many girls. Not you. You were mad and sad and mad. You literally wanted to scream at them that he was yours… but was he? The only thing you wanted to do after the argument was to apologize to him because you just didn’t mean it. You didn’t want to yell at him. He wasn’t the problem. The exam thing was just too overwhelming and you… Oh, great you thought to yourself. Here they come. They sat right across you. You had to keep your posture.
“Lily-pad! How is it you look so ravishing every day?” James flirted. Lily just rolled her eyes and offered him a forced smile.
“We are already dating James” she simply stated. Yeah, like that would do it. The guy never stopped flirting with her.
“At least she isn’t screwing you over studying”. He didn’t. Your mouth agape. Fine, two can play this game.
“I’m not listening, but keep talking. I enjoy the way your voice makes my ears bleed” you said sarcastically, making eye contact with him for the first time. He raised an eyebrow.
“I’d agree with you but then we’d both be wrong” he returned. You felt like punching him straight in the face.
“Are you always this retarded or are you making a special effort today?”. Who would have guessed that you could go this cocky?
“If it looks like I give a damn, please tell me. I don’t want to give off the wrong impression” he continued. You rose from your seat. You wanted to scream and punch and kick the hell out of him.
“I’d insult you, but the sad truth is that you wouldn’t understand and if I tried to explain it to you, your brain might implode from information overload” you spat at him. You were glaring daggers at each other. Every student was staring at you two. Your friends were trying to distract you from each other but every attempt failed.
“Why are you here?” he growled. You faked an innocent smile and batted your eyelashes.
“Wow, you sound better with your mouth closed” you answered too sweetly. You walked away from your friends and made your way towards the exit. What you couldn’t realize though was that even though you were furious at him, you actually found him so damn hot.

The same scene was playing on repeat. Every time you two were in the same room, doing as much as breathing the same air, the world would stop spinning and sarcastic, mean even, remarks would be exchanged. Your friends tried to reason both of you but nothing could change the fact that he was an ass to you and that you were an ass to him.
You were currently about to enter their room because Lily made you the messenger. She wanted you to tell James to meet her in the Astronomy Tower. You were fuming at your friend but you did owe her that much.
When you did enter the room, however, James wasn’t there. In fact, no one was there but the very person you wanted to slap. He was shirtless. That was a sight that never failed to make you blush. He was gorgeous and he knew it.
“You’re not that lucky and I’m not that desperate!” he exclaimed. But you’ve had enough. More than enough.
“Yes. Yes, you are” you whispered, your voice stripped from any sarcasm. It was the truth. It had been one week and two days since this crazy thing had begun. You haven’t touched each other for what seemed like, forever. You’d lie if you said that you didn’t miss his hands on your body, his lips on your face.
You took a few steps closer. You could feel the heat that his body radiated.
“And Merlin knows, I am” you breathed out, inches away. Your hot breath fell on his lips, sending shivers down his spine.
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Pregnant [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 1405
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: When Y/n has a one night stand with Sirius Black, she finds the consequences are far worse than she ever thought.
WARNINGS: Mentions of pregnancy
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be one night, no strings attached, no feelings, just sex. You knew going to that party in the Gryffindor common room was a bad idea, but you never thought it would have consequences this extreme.

You stared down at the test in despair, choking back a sob as you leant back against the wall of the toilet cubicle, and tried to gather your thoughts into something somewhat comprehensible.

You were pregnant. With Sirius Black’s baby, of all people. What were the chances he’d want to be around after you told him - if you told him? He was the type of guy to sleep with a girl and move on - no relationships, no responsibilities.

A baby was a huge responsibility.

You were scared, amongst other things, how he would take the news. You weren’t romantically involved - not at all - which made you so sure he would just ignore you for the rest of your lives, avoiding what was half of his fault too.

You placed the test back inside the small cardboard box it came in, and placed it inside your cloak pocket. You couldn’t risk exposing of it here; someone could find it.

As you emerged from the bathroom, you felt dazed, and looking where you were going was the last thing on your mind, which is why you managed to bump into someone, nearly knocking you down.

“Woah, Y/n! Are you okay?” Lily’s soft voice floated through the air and you looked into her green eyes. Without a word, you starting shaking your head, tears that you had previously been trying to hold in falling rapidly down your cheeks.

“Oh my dear…” Lily looked at you sympathetically and led you quickly to the library down the hallway, so that less people would be around to see and hear you.

When she sat you down on a chair in the far corner, she let you cry for a moment, rubbing your back gently and whispering a couple of “it’s okay"s and “let it out"s.

As soon as your crying subsided, Lily asked, “What happened? What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip, “I did something stupid, Lils.”

“Oh Y/n, it can’t be that bad, I’m sure! You’ll be fine,” she tried to comfort you.

“Lily I’m pregnant.”

Her mouth dropped open, “Y-You’re what?” “I’m having a baby,” you closed your eyes as your lip trembled once again.

“Okay… okay… this is okay. This will be fine! Everything will be okay! You just need to talk things out with the father. Who is the father?” Lily asked, reaching out to place a hand on yours.

You hesitated, before sighing a little. “Sirius,” you muttered.

“As in Black?!” “Yes, Lily. Sirius Black. Sirius Black is the father of my baby, and I don’t know what to do because Merlin knows he won’t want to stick around with me, knowing he has a child! What am I supposed to do?”

“You tell him. And if he, like usual, tries to hide from his responsibilities, then you come to me and we’ll raise this baby together instead. But he won’t leave you Y/n. He won’t. And even if he does, you’re not doing this alone, I promise you,” Lily told you.

“Are you sure? I don’t want him to reject me or anything.”

“Y/n… I’ve known Sirius a long time, okay? And yes, he’s immature; he doesn’t like to stick to rules or act his age, and he’s a complete tosser. But he’d never reject you. Look, I didn’t want to tell you. I wanted him to tell you himself. But clearly you need some kind of a boost, okay? So here it is. Sirius Black has been in love with you since first year.”

“Lily, I love you, but please don’t joke around with me like this. I will hit you,” you muttered, a sigh following your words.

“I’m not joking with you! Seriously, you are the most oblivious person I’ve ever met. Whenever you’re around Sirius can’t take his eyes off you! You should hear the way he talks about you when you’re not around! In fact, I’m actually surprised you weren’t pregnant with his baby before now!” Lily said, her green eyes wide.

“If this is all true, then why hasn’t he told me before?” You said pointedly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don’t know, scared of rejection maybe? Scared of commitment? It’s Sirius Black for Merlin’s sake. He’s so melodramatic it could be because of literally anything.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the red headed girl in front of you, “Okay. Thank you Lily.”

“No problem. Now come on, we have a baby daddy to tell!”

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“I can’t do this,” you said as you paced up and down outside the Gryffindor common room. “Yes you can! You have me here for moral support, and you are stronger than this! You can do it! Now go,” Lily said as she held open the common room door for you.

You entered the room and instantly were met by the faint smell of burning logs, and a nice reddish glow of the fire bouncing around the room.

On the other side of the room, you caught sight of Sirius. There was a small smile gracing your face as you took in his appearance. He was mid-laugh, his black hair falling around his well-defined jawline. He was sat with the other Marauders, who were laughing along with him.

Now… how to get Sirius alone…

“I need to get to the library, I’ll see you guys later,” you heard Remus say as he stood up. “I’ll come with you,” Peter said as he followed the werewolf out, past where you were stood in the shadows.

Now to get rid of James…

“Potter,” you said as you walked towards the boys, “Lily is outside the door.”

“See you later Padfoot!” James said as he stood up, hand ruffling his already messy hair as he nearly fell over himself to get to Lily as fast as he could.

“You know babe, if you wanted to be alone with me again, you could have just said so,” Sirius spoke, smirking up at you from his seat on the couch.

“I’m not here to talk about that, Sirius. Well, sort of. But not in the way you think. I mean… I need to talk to you about something important,” you said, your voice wavering.

Sirius patted the spot next to him on the couch, and you sat down hesitantly. He reached over to grab your shaking hands in his larger ones, “So, what do you wanna talk about?”

“This is going to be a shock. And… and holy shit I don’t even know how to say this because I don’t know how you’re going to take it or anything but um… Sirius, I’m pregnant.”

Sirius froze, the hand resting on yours tensing up and slowly pulling away.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant with your child, Sirius. And it’s fine if you don’t want to be there for us, I understand. It’s not really in your character to commit to a relationship anyway. But I just thought you should know,” you said, avoiding looking into his eyes.

You didn’t receive a response and assumed the worst. You stood up, pulling your cloak around yourself as you went to leave, “You know, I was so stupid to think you’d actually stick around. Lily said… she said you wouldn’t leave. She said you’re in love with me. Guess that was all lies right?”

You had almost reached the door when Sirius yelled out, “Y/n, wait!”

You looked back at him as he finally caught up with you. He grabbed your hips and pulled you against him, pressing his lips against yours as he kissed you roughly.

Your hands found their place around his neck, as one of his rested on your stomach. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, “Lily wasn’t lying. I’m not going to leave, and I do love you baby girl. I want to have this baby, and I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be the mother than you.”

“Are you sure, Sirius? Because… this means you’re going to have to give up your endless one night stands,” you told him.

Sirius gave you a cute smile, “I don’t care. Just as long as I’m with you.”

INTERNATIONAL LOVE [GEORGE WEASLEY]

request: “Could you do a George x reader where reader is an American Ilvermorny transfer and she is going to the burrow and meeting his family for the first time and is really worried about meeting them because she’s doesn’t know how they would react to him dating an American” — by anon

a/n: another george imagine, yaaas! thank you for requesting this because i’ve been thinking of making an imagine like this as well and was happy when someone requested. hope you like it. x

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"Love Me"

Originally posted by starryiplier

Request: Can I make a request for an aro reader with an ex boyfriend(from before she knew she was aro) who’s obsessed with her, and mark Tyler and ethan help her out and protect her?

Summary: Fem!Reader’s ex-boyfriend has been giving her a “hard time” (understatement) since they broke up and now the guys are ready to Hulk Smash™ him into the void.

A/N: Hey all, meant to get this up yesterday but I wasn’t feeling sure about how I’d written it so I had the best person ever @sweetnestor beta it and now I’m feeling much better with it lmao. Thanks mah dude you helped BUNCHES. Anyway yup hope you guys enjoy this long ass fic!

Wordcount: 1354, back to my usual length for fics!!!!!!!

Warnings: mention of stalking, panic attack, mention of homophobia (is that what it’s called when it’s against someone that’s aro or is there a different word for that?? I’m not sure am srry)

Requests are closed for the time being friends, sorry about that!

It didn’t take long for the gang to realize something was wrong. You’d been holed up in your house for a few days already, very unlike your usual energetic self. How could they blame you? You could barely walk to the restroom without having a panic attack and they expected you to leave your safe space? Not gonna happen.

Not when every noise reminds you of him. Every knock at the door, every creak of the house, every tap on the window sent you into a frenzy. Your boyfriend had always had a… crazy way of showing his affection for you. As your ex he was no different, especially under the circumstances of the split.

Nonetheless by the end of week one of isolation every noise set you off, especially the doorbell. This time was no different. You dove under the covers, praying that whoever was there would just go away. The ringing persisted, followed by a few curt knocks at the door. When you heard the familiar creak of the door opening you felt you heart jump into your throat. Your blood ran cold through your body, your eyes were as big as saucers, your breathing short and shallow.

The footsteps continued, is there more than one intruder? Had he brought his friends? You felt around under the covers and grabbed the baseball bat you’d started keeping in bed with you.

“Ok self,” you whispered to yourself, “you’ll be fine. Just beat the shit out of them before they beat the shit out of you. Go.”

You slowly tip toed towards the living room, careful to avoid every creaky board. You jumped out from around the corner, ready to swing at the threat. Instead you heard your scream mingle with 3 deeper ones.

“AH- What the fuck?!” You screamed, falling back onto the couch behind you. The boys before you had the same reaction, more or less. “Why are you here trying to give me a hEART ATTACK?”

“Well why are you lurking around with a baseball bat in your own home?” Mark exclaimed as he clutched at his chest and tried catching his breath.

“To be fair, you did walk into my house unannounced,” you gasped for air, trying to fill your burning lungs.

“Yeah sorry, I still have that key you gave me when you moved out,” Tyler replied sheepishly as he held the small piece of metal up for you to see.

“You- shouldn’t have- done that-” you sputtered panting for breath. Shit, the panic was settling in.

“Hey are you ok?” Ethan asked as he sat down beside you, recognizing the symptoms of your oncoming panic attack. “Hey it’s ok, we’re sorry we just barged in here. Take some deep breaths with me?”

You were struggling to form a coherent string of words, but Ethan’s hand felt nice on your back and the tension lifted a little bit. “In, out, there you go just like that,” Ethan continued coaching you through the attack. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mark and Tyler make worried eye contact before they ran into the kitchen. Out they came just moments later, water bottle and blanket in hand.

“Just let me know when you’re good, keep breathing for me,” Ethan whispered as he opened the bottle for you and placed it in your hand. “Drink when you’re ready.”

It felt like you’d sat there wheezing and crying for an eternity, staring at the ground hearing your heart pound in your ears. Ethan sat by you through it all, rubbing your back over the blanket Tyler placed on you. To be honest, after a while you forgot you weren’t alone. Everything just kind of fell away from you, the only thing anchoring you to reality was the hand at your back and the hand on your knee.

You looked up and saw Mark rubbing at his forehead while Tyler paced in front of you nervously. Something about the sight was calming to you. At least while they’re here I know he won’t get to me, the thought did it for you. You took the first deep and satisfying breath of the week.

“I, I think I’m good,” you said, still a little short of breath but loads better than before.

“Will you tell us what’s wrong?” Mark asked, kneeling in front of you to look you in the eyes. “We were worried before but, Jesus y/n, I think we were as scared as you were during that episode.”

“I really don’t think you were, Mark,” you answered.

“What Mark meant to say is that if we weren’t worried before we’re definitely worried now. What’s got you so on edge?” Tyler asked as he sat in the seat next to you and pulled you into a warm side hug.

“It’s…“ you paused. Were you ready for them to know? You could already see their reactions, not pretty.

“You can tell us y/n, we just want to make you feel better,” Ethan added.

Maybe it was the softness in his voice, or the worry lines scattered on Mark’s forehead, or the sound of Tyler’s slightly elevated heart beat ringing in your ears, or maybe a culmination of the three. Something told you they had to know. “It’s Isaac.”

“Isaac? What did he do?” Mark’s voice dropped an octave as he shot up into the air. You could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“No, not yet.” You voice wavered. You could feel the tears coming on and there was nothing you could to stop it. “He didn’t take me coming out v-very well. Hasn’t left me alone since the b-breakup.” With tears in your eyes you looked down at the floor, “He comes a-and knocks on my door in the middle of the night. He taps on my window. He e-even leaves notes around the security cameras saying creepy sh-shit like h-how he’ll get me to lo-love him if it’s the last thing he d-does.”

The notes were definitely the worst part of the whole ordeal. He knew you’d leave the cameras on, and he knew you’d keep checking them. That sadistic fuck knew you so well and it was driving you insane with fear.

Mark’s knuckles were fisted so tight they were turning white. Tyler’s heart rate had increased by ten fold before he stood abruptly and began pacing once again, this time out of anger rather than worry. Ethan just held your crying body close to him, rubbing at your back once more. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He whispered.

“I was scared. I am scared.” You responded.

“We’d never let anything happen to you, bub. You know that right?” Mark said, pulling you out of Ethan’s arms and into his own.

“You’re staying with me,” Tyler said, already on his way to your room to pack you an overnight bag.

“We’ll all stay at my house. We’ll sleep on the floor in the living room and watch over you while you sleep, sound good?” Mark suggested as he held you at an arms length to wipe away your tears.

“We’ll get the girls to come over too,” Ethan called out from your bathroom as he grabbed your some of your essentials. “It’ll be like a big sleepover!”

Tyler came back in, duffel resting over his shoulder as he made his way to you and squeezed your shoulder, “He’ll regret ever making you feel like this if we ever see him again. He won’t get near you while we’re around.”

Ethan came back in, your makeup bag and travel bag with him. “You’ll be safe with us.” He said with a small smile.

“I love you guys,” you said, a whole new wave of tears running down your cheeks.

“We love you more,” Mark said with a smile as he pulled you towards the door. “Also, just letting you know, there’s literally nothing you can do to stop us from calling the cops on that scumbag Isaac.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”


A/N 2.0 Hey wow I’m actually v happy with how this came out, what a change of pace. I hope you guys enjoyed this one! It’s a bit dark, I know, but as soon as I read the request and started on it I just knew that this would be a great opportunity to write some good old fashioned angst! Anyway yup here it is thanks @sweetnestor again for beta'ing this and helping me work out the kinks! Greatly appreciated :D (ps you guys should check out her stuff too bc it’s AMAZEBALLS and she’s 20x better at writing the Angst™ than I am lmao)

Special thanks to the anon that requested this! It was really fun to write and idk I don’t get a lot of opportunities to write angst or just the boys so this was really fun for me. Also the request was just v intriguing and something that I’d read too so it was cool to get to write it! I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME 1639031 YEARS TO GET TO PLS FORGIVE ME.

Requests are closed for now, sorry dudes!

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Originally posted by visual-17

pairing; seventeen mingyu x reader

genre; angst, cursing

synopsis; you get into a fight with mingyu and he starts pulling out every thing you’re insecure about. you just smile and acknowledge everything he says, but while crying.

word count; 1k words

parts; pt. 1, pt. 2

✧ a/n; i can’t find a fierce (?) mingyu gif lol halp but ayy it’s been a while since i’ve written an angst !! i actually need more angsts in my life HAHA if you guys have any good writing accs do let me know & i’ll check them out !! (promote your own blog if you’d like to too hehe) // i just got into a verbal fight with my kinda ? close friend so i’m literally gonna put some parts of the conversation in here heh

Mingyu steps into your shared apartment, energy completely drained from the day’s events. His schedule was packed that day — 2 radio broadcasts, 2 fan signs, 1 music show, and a filming for a commercial. He was naturally beyond exhausted, his shoulders already slouching forward heavily.

You, however, paid no attention to that.

“Mingyu!” you exclaimed, running lightly over to him. You go on your tiptoes to make yourself tall enough to hug him, and wrapped your arms around his neck. Mingyu was your 6-month long boyfriend, and he’s only able to come back once every week due to his idol life, so you naturally get hyper whenever he’s around.

“Hey,” he says softly as his arms coils around you loosely for a bare second, his lips curving up into the tiniest smile. It was barely a smile, really. 

“I missed you!” you said cheerily, letting go of him. 

His small smile forms on his lips once again, this time lingering a little shorter as he makes his way to the couch. He heard that every week, and it was so monotone he found himself questioning the sincere meaning behind those 3 words. He lets out a deep, heavy breath as he sinks into the comfort of its soft cushions.

“How was everything this week?” you asked, going into the kitchen for a moment to pour a glass of water. You continued speaking, regardless, knowing he would still be able to hear you from the living room. 

“I’m not sure if you received the lunchbox I made for you on Thursday. I packed a few extra for you to share with the rest of the boys,” you pointed out, puling the mug you needed out of the cupboard and filling it with water. 

“Yeah, I got it,” you heard him say from the living room. You brought your mug over, taking a sip out of it and placing it on the coffee table in front of him. 

“Great,” you said, smiling. “You know, this week was really hectic for me. Our manager suddenly threw a whole bunch of paperwork to us and we had 2 days to complete it but that Alex guy I told you about helped me a lot and he pretty much even did half of them and I’m honestly so thankful because he helped me submit them all on time,” you ramble on non-stop. 

“And, also, the—”

“Just keep quiet for a second, will you, Y/N?” Mingyu suddenly raised his voice, looking over at you with annoyance written all over his features. You stare back at him in shock and surprise. 

“W-what?”

“Look, honestly, I don’t give half a fuck about whoever this Alex guy is. I don’t really care even if he saved your life or not. Do you really think talking about another guy is a good topic to have a conversation about? Like for fuck’s sake, I know I’m busy all the time, but the least you can do is to not make it so obvious that there’s another important guy in your life!”

Your continued staring at him, his words slowly and painfully processing in your head. Your eyebrows started to furrow, and he just continues his attacks.

“And seriously, you don’t have to send random lunchboxes to the company all the time. We have food provided for us, just so you know — and it’s not any worse than the food you send over. So just stop doing so much unnecessary stuff, Y/N. It just fucking hinders me! You never even listen to whatever I have to say when I’m back, you just go on and on about yourself. Am I your listener or what? Seriously, what kind of relationship is this? The world doesn’t revolve around you, Y/N!”

Mingyu was shouting. He never does. Mingyu hardly showed any emotion when he’s fatigued. He always politely, and cheerfully, showed interest in your life. But today, everything you said was just wrong, and it made him explode in a way he never did towards you. Mingyu knew you better than anyone did, he knew you weak spots and deepest pains — you were more than an easy target to him. He could easily throw verbal punches that hurt more than physical ones would. Every word was over pronounced, slicing rather than tumbling through the air.

“I—” your breath hitched, a teardrop freeing itself from your eyes. “I just thought—”

Mingyu cut you off. “Well, then you thought wrong.”

His words were like slaps across the face. You just stare at him, your vision already clouded by the tears flooding your eyes as Mingyu continues yelling. The brown of your eyes were beyond glossy. It looked like someone has placed a thick layer of glass over the surface of your eyeballs. Everything he said — you acknowledge. Yes, you were excessive. Yes, you always continuously talk about yourself, your own days, and you never paused to think that Mingyu would be going through a rough patch himself.

You loved Mingyu so much — you really do — but it’s not enough, it’s not right for him. You didn’t love him right.

You pulled up the corners of your lips with whatever leftover strength you had left in you, forming a smile as you looked back up at him with your now bloodshot eyes. The smile was inconsistent — it fluctuated back to a frown every other second, but you kept the smile there, even though your cheekbones felt so falsely moulded. 

“I guess you’re right,” you choked out, and you see Mingyu’s jaw clench tightly. His fists does the same, but releases quickly. 

“I’m sorry,” you breathed unsteadily, giving him a last smile — which he didn’t even catch because he already has his back turned on you — as you ran out of the house. 

Birthday

i really don’t deserve you’


It was not the first time he has acted like an asshole for absolutely no reason at all. He used to do that all the time, but most of the times all I did was to ignore it and continue doing my thing. Ever since the band has taken off and started to get pretty significant places in the music industry his Attitude has been slowly changing and going in steps, first his assistants, then most of his managers, going all the way up to some of his family members and in the last two weeks, me.

Of course, I blame his fame, the stress and pressure of social media combined it made his entire personality changed drastically, or how other people would consider the right name for it, the fame got to his head, and it was starting to bother me, not in a soft or good way.

It was completely true that at this point it was starting to turn completely annoying but today was going to be what hopefully would be what fixed his mind and he would be the same Ashton he used to be. His birthday was finally here, and I knew he has been waiting for it for quite a while. 23 years seemed like a lifetime, and he had many good years to go. Everything was already planned out, I’ve been doing it for the past weeks and everything will be just perfect.

The alarm started ringing at 9 o'clock like every morning, and Ashton was annoyed by it the moment he heard it. Not opening his eyes but trying to reach for it with his hand, while I moved on the bed and reached it myself, turning it down and moving a bit closer to him. Giving him a hug.

“Do you really had to turn that thing on today?” He groans, pressing his eyes together even more. “For god’s sake, I’m very hungover (Y/n)”  

I frown and ignore his annoyance, cuddling closing to him and hopefully making him feel a little better.

“I’m sorry” I pout and kiss his cheek “it’s your birthday!” I cheer in a soft voice “Happy birthday love”  

He turns around and smiles a little, leaning up and pecking my lips “thanks, baby” he says leaning back on the bed “I’m old”

“Yeah, you need to stop growing” I joke “you’re closer and closer to your 30’s everytime” I say “stop it”

he chuckles “i wish i could” he says, rubbing his face with his hand “Okay i’m up now” 

 “Good” i smile to him and sit on the bed “How do you feel?” 

“Old and hungover” he jokes he blindly looks for my hand under the sheets and takes it, so i pull him over a little so he could take a seat beside me “Hey, where’s my birthday kiss?”

i smile and lean a little bit pressing our lips together and giving him a nice morning kiss “Happy birthday” i mumble “I love you” 

“Thanks babe, i love you too” he says “You look happy” he comments with a smile

“i am happy” i say with a proud smile “My baby is turning 23, I’m really happy” 

he leans over pressing our lips together. “and i like that you are happy” he mumbles. 

“It’s gonna be a fun day, i promise” i state. it was definitely going to be an interesting day.


It took me a while to figure it out to find the right outfit for today, also it took me a little bit to figure myself out, i was very very excited with all the surprises i had for him today, i couldn’t wait to see his face when he knew. 

I had the entire day already planned for us, he is been working non-stop lately and barely had time for anything during the day, that’s why i decided to take him out to his favorite restaurant and buy him a nice meal to then take him to a really beautiful park i found not long ago and then at night, i had a big and awesome surprise party planned for him, it took some time but everything is going to be perfect and i will make sure nothing goes wrong. 

I fix my dress before checking myself in the mirror one last time, i head out of the bedroom and walk downstairs. i hear him on the phone laughing and throwing out a repetitive conversation that he had already had various times today but still he was happy to do it. 

“Thanks man! thank you very much” he smiles and turns to look at me, giving me a smile “When is it? oh…” he says, i see him extend his arm, silently telling me to come by his side and i do. 

he slides his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, making me sit on his lap while he continued his phone call. 

“Where?” he asks “oh great” he says after the other person on the phone gives a couple of words “I’ll be here then… oh well, it’s not a problem at all, see you later then” he says 

He hangs the call, i look at him with a curious smile and kiss him cheek “What’s up?” 

he shakes his head and smiles at me “Nothing much” he smiles “You look beautiful” 

i smile “Thanks” i say “Who was it on the phone?” i ask curiously leading hand to his curl and caressing them 

“oh it was Jeff, remember him? the one who does comedy stuff…” he says 

i nod and smile “of course” 

“Well” he starts “he and his girlfriend just told me that they are going to this really awesome festival and they told me I could come along, the guys are coming too! it’s great!” 

i gasp and smile, i have never been to a festival, i heard it is really fun “Wow! that’s so cool at what time are we going?” i ask happily

“um, well, It’s kind of me going because…There’s just one ticket” 

“Are you serious?” I say on a very quiet and surprised one “Are you fucking serious?” I ask again with a hint of anger in my voice. 

“What?” he says like it was nothing “I’m going out with my friends on my birthday, what’s the matter?” 

I can not believe him “You are going out with your friends to a festival when i was planning on taking you somewhere really nice” i repeat the situation to myself “you know? i don’t mind the fact you are doing that, but i do mind that you aren’t even going to try to take me with you” 

“Ugh (Y/n), don’t be dramatic” he rolls his eyes at me. “it’s not my fault”

“I am not being dramatic! i am just saying, you’re totally excluding me and i am your girlfriend” i fight, now being totally angry “that totally shows how much you want me there for you” i say sarcastically. 

“It’s not my fault! i wasn’t the one planning this shit, don’t blame me” he yells and turns around getting up from the couch and moving me aside “you are not the only one who is not going, Mitchy isn’t going either” 

“Well, Mitchy has a ton of other things to do lately, it’s obvious he is not going!” i say still not believing any of this “i bet even your freaking ex-girlfriend is going” i groan 

“yeah, So what?” he says annoyed 

“She’s a bitch!” i yell, it was obvious “She made out with literally 5 guys on the same night! and 2 of them being our friends” 

“it’s her business” he says rolling his eyes 

“i know, but i don’t want her being all over you” i roll my eyes. 

“What does that has to do with anything?” he says being very annoyed at me. “Look if you are really going to act like a brat because there is only one ticket for a festival and i am the one being invited, please at least do it behind my fucking back because i really don’t wanna hear it” he spats at me 

my mouth widens and barely any words come out of my mouth. “Excuse me?” i say being very offended “I am not acting like a brat, Ashton, please understand, i don’t care you are going out with your friends! but i had something special planned for you and you are ditching me right now and you don’t even care, I really wanted to spend the day with you” 

he rolls his eyes “You know? you don’t have to be around me all the damn time” he says, his words hit me like knives “i have a life and friends, i don’t need a clingy girlfriend” 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have one then” i fight being too mad to even think about anything.

“Fine” he says shrugging and walking over to the front door, picking up his jacket and belongings on the way. 

“Fine” i repeat. 

“Fine!” he yells getting out of the house, the door blasting behind him. 

Shit. 

Oh shit, was this a breakup? Are we over? What is this? 

i am so screwed. i am very screwed.


“Are you sure about this?” i hear Luke’s voice over the phone, the music blasting behind him but sounding muffled by some kind of barrier. “He sounded pretty serious of you guys being over or something, he’s mad”  

i sigh. i have been crying like an idiot the entire day because of the events, but it wasn’t time to back up. “I am sure” i speak softly holding my phone close to my ear “Yeah sure we said some things but I’ve been planning this party for weeks and i mean… it’s his birthday” i say shyly 

“I don’t know…” he says doubting a little. 

“Please Luke” i whine already starting to be desperate “Just convince everyone to come to The Nice guy and call me 5 minutes before you get here, piece of cake” 

he chuckles “He is very mad at you, you know?” 

i sigh. i didn’t want to remember any of these, it was hard already the fact that i was single but the fact that i still loved him and i was hurt, it’s still his birthday i still want to do something nice to him.  “I know” i mumble trying to evict any tears to come out. "I still want him to have a nice birthday though after I got on his nerves, I just… want him to have a little fun tonight"

I swear I could almost hear him thinking from here and all I wanted is to give him a big hug after his words “We’ll be out of in 30” he says “I will call you when we are two block away from the place”

“Oh my god” I breath “thanks, thank you Luke” I say letting out a laugh of joy “thank you, thank you”

“No problem” he says kindly “see you there then” and hangs up the call

No words can explain how happy i was when he finally accepted. At the same time I was a bit scared, even though today’s fight between Ashton and I wasn’t our biggest fight, I ended up bad for us, he claimed to be ‘fine’ with our break up which now makes me wonder If he really meant it or not. I really hope not, it would be so heartbreaking to end things with him, he’s been by my side for a while now. 

i walk out of the bathroom and look around trying to find  Mitchy somewhere, i dont take long to find him, he was right in the same spot where i told him to wait for me. 

“Hey” i say smiling and touching his shoulder. 

“Hi, how did it go?” he asks 

“it was good, they are coming in about 30 minutes” i say smiling. 

he nods “Great, are you nervous?” he asks me curiously 

“Very” I say biting on my lip as a nervous habit “What if we are actually not together anymore?” I say being really nervous 

He shakes his head “After all of these years? Cmon (Y/n) I don’t think he’s gonna end things with you over a stupid fight” he assures being really confident "now cmon, cheer up a little, don’t think too much, have a drink and relax” 

I sigh and nod “thanks Mitch, I really needed a bit of support” 

He smiles at me “no problem, that’s what friends are for” he says leaning a bit, kissing my cheek softly and walking back “I’ll get you a drink”

i thank him as he walks away from me. i was truly nervous for this, that fear of actually being single and losing the one i love was killing me inside, but it hurt me more and more everytime i think about it, by this time he could be cheating on me with some chick on that festival not even remembering that i exist, or he could be getting completely drunk and trying to convince one of his friends to let him stay at one of their places to not see me anymore. i really am hoping i am wrong and it is just me over thinking every single thing. 

the minutes seem like hours and by the time the 30 minutes have passed i was already done with 3 of my drinks, being a bit tipsy by now. I didn’t want to speak to anyone on the party i was too nervous thinking on what to say when he gets here. 

my phone vibrates on my little purse and i instantly pick it up. 

“Talk to me” i say on a weird desperate voice. 

“We are two blocks away” Luke voice says “Ash is on the other car so he has no idea”

i nod and mumble “Okay” hanging the call-up. running through the crowd making a weird motion with my hand trying to get the DJ’s attention, he already knew what to do. 

the guy behind the panel stops the music when he sees and understands what i am trying to say “Alright everyone, the Birthday guy is almost here, turn off the lights and quiet down, this is a surprise party”

I manage to get on the front of the crowd while everyone gathered at the front door waiting for the guys to come from that door. at this moment I was very anxious and my hands were sweating like crazy, also the alcohol in my body was starting to make an effect on me I was hoping it didn’t made me say stupid things later. Before I could even notice, the lights were turned down and the room was completely silent waiting for the birthday boy.

I see people walking to the entrance and crossing the door. I see Luke’s face and then Ashton’s, he looks chill, the moment he crosses the door the lights are turned on and confetti falls off the ceiling while everyone yelled. “SURPRISE!”

His face was blank and at first he seemed confused by all of these people staring at him. He smiles and laughs seeing all of those familiar faces of his friends.

“Oh my god” he says, some of his friends walk up to him and give him hugs “thank you guys, who did all of this? Wow”

Mitch goes and gives him a hug. “All thanks to your girlfriend buddy”

“You did all of this?” He says being very surprised. His mouth being wide open.

I shyly smile looking down “I did” i shrug “it was a real trouble to manage getting the place, food, and everything but I did it!”

I say being excited on my last phrase “surprise” I add and smile to him.

His look soften and he walks up to me, not touching me but holding a straight look at me while I desperately waited for his next words. “You didn’t have to” he said looking around and then looking back at me, he seems to be unsure on if he should take my hands or not but he does anyways. Holding them tightly between his. “I feel really bad- you didn’t have to”

“I-It’s okay I don’t-” I stutter.

“No, (Y/n), Listen” he interrupts me “I feel bad, back at home I acted like a douche and you still managed to do all of this for my birthday-”

“I wanted you to have a birthday party” I say shyly

“I am so sorry” he says in sincere words “What we said bad there, I really don’t want us to break up and I am so sorry I excluded you”  he explains “I feel

Awful and I really want to make it up to you, okay?”

I smile a little, those words were music to my ears “thank you” I say smiling and hug him. For the first time in the entire day being able to hold him this close to me “I am sorry too”

“No, love, you don’t have to be sorry” he mumbles kissing my forehead “I am sorry it won’t happen again”

He holds me in his arm and he stay silent for a couple of minutes enjoying each other’s company, no one came over to interrupt us and that was just perfect. After this awful day of overthinking and worrying, he was finally here and we were fine, just fine.

“I really don’t deserve you” he mumbles close to my ear.

I put my hand on his chest and move him back a little. “What?” I say not understanding.

“I don’t deserve you” he repeats “you do all these nice things to me, and I treat you like… like I did before. I really don’t deserve you, you’re too good for me”

I shrug and shake my head “Ashton no..”

“It’s true” he says

“Maybe a little but listen, I love you, okay?, you work a lot and you stress, I know you might have changed because of that, but you are the same Ashton and I love you” I say to him taking his head in my hands and placing a kiss on his lips “I love you”  

He smiles a little and kiss me back, I could almost feel how our relationship was getting better and better. That’s all I needed.

“How do you do it?” He ask when we finally separate from the kiss

“Do what?” I ask chuckling a bit.

“Just…Deal with my shit, how do you do that?” He asks shaking his head acting like he could not believe me.

“Ash” I say taking his face in my hands “You are the best human being I have ever meet and I don’t care how many times we fight, I still love you so much” I say speaking very clearly

“Wow” he says a bit surprised.

“What?” I ask with a smile.

“I love you so fucking much”

Attraction

Jughead Jones x Reader


Attraction. It was something that everyone wants to be mutual with the person in question but at times the person you’re attracted too doesn’t like you back.

I like Jughead, Jughead likes Betty, Betty likes Archie, Archie likes Val and I’ve no idea what’s going on with Veronica and Kevin. So while we all spent our days staring at them adoringly or laughing at their jokes like it’s the first time we’ve ever heard one, we’re all obvious to each other’s feelings except Veronica, she hit the nail on the head straight away.

We were all sat in the student lounge room, Archie adorably smiling at Valerie as she spoke about them working on another song together near the vending machine, Betty and Jughead sat in the furtherest away corner whispering about god knows what, Veronica and Kevin sitting on the couch and lonely little me sitting on the chair, pretending I’m not analysing them while working on an end of year assignment.

“Are you’s up for a weekend of shopping?” Veronica, asked the whole group. The guys instantly turning down her offer. “That would be fun” Betty smiled, my hands automatically going into fists. Betty and I have been friends forever and I know she doesn’t know about Jughead, me liking him or him liking her but being around her brought up horrible feelings.

“No thanks” My eyes going straight back to my paper. I know I was being rude but I really can’t handle being around Betty all the time anymore and what makes it worse is she’s clueless to the situation. “Someone’s PMSing” Kevin, tried to joke which only resulted in me glaring at him as I got up to the leave the lounge.

“Where are you going?” Archie, called after me but I ignored him. Clearly I’m not the kind of person that can hide their emotions very well but I think space from the gang will do me well.


——-

It had been a week since I last spoke to everyone. I had countless texts and trying to be stopped in the halls at school or when I would swing by Pops to pick up an order but I used the same excuse all the time “sorry I’m busy”. Until I was cornered, so to speak, by Jughead in the student lounge Friday afternoon.

“So what’s been keeping you so busy?” Asking nonchalant, sitting beside me on the couch his bag at his feet. “Just this and that” I nodded, finishing typing my essay. “Really? Cause I feel like you’re trying to avoid me” Taking both my hands in his stopping me from typing any further. “Just busy” I tried to smile looking into his beautiful eyes. “I know you’re lying” He stated, giving me a pointed look. “Tell me” He almost pleaded, one of his hands resting on my cheek, his thumb softly rubbing circles on it.

“How long have you liked Betty?” I sighed, leaning further into his touch. His movements stopping at my question. Slamming my laptop I grabbed my bag getting ready to leave Jug alone, refusing to answer my question. “Forget it. If you can’t be honest with me I don’t see why I should do you the same curtesy” I snapped, all my feelings and emotions getting the better of me.

“We’ve been spending a lot of time together so I kissed her hoping she would see that I like her but we haven’t spoke about it since” I just stared at him watching his lips move knowing he was still talking but my brain couldn’t register anything else apart from the fact they kissed and here I am trailing after a boy who has no interest in me. Maybe Betty did know after all.

“Y/N”

“Y/N”

“Y/N” snapping out of my trance from Jugheads waving hand in front of my face. “I’ve got to go” I muttered, running out of the lounge not giving Jughead a better explanation.

I could feel the tears building in my eyes as I ran down the empty hallways, crouching over against one of walls, letting the tears stain my face, I couldn’t stop the cries from leaving my mouth.

“Y/N” looking up through tear filled, blurry eyes I couldn’t make out a face but with the voice and the ginger hair I knew it was Archie. I wasn’t sure how many minutes I had been here crying but it literally felt like hours.

Throwing myself into his waiting arms, I sobbed into his chest, his hand soothingly rubbing circles on my back. “Who done this to you?” Arch, mumbled in my ear, wrapping his arms even more around me. “Jughead kissed Betty” I continued to cry, maybe it was my imagination but it felt like Archie froze at my words. “And you like Jughead” Archie spoke the realisation of my reaction making more sense. “I never want to feel like this again” I almost whined my tears slowly coming to a stop.

“I’ll try my best to stay out of your way” Archie and I pulling out of our embrace at the sound of Jugheads voice. “How much did you hear?” I almost winced, terrified of his answer. “I’m sorry” His words answering both questions, even though one was never spoken, his face chalk white, maybe with my new revelation that he was never meant to hear or maybe finding out that he’s just lost one of his best friends.


Part 2

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‘  if you think you’ve hit rock bottom, just remember that my bank once froze my accounts because I bought a healthy ready meal at my local supermarket and they classed it an “uncharacteristic purchase”  ’
‘  i’m a dumbass and that’s just how it is  ’
‘  y'all actually seek validation from people that don’t give a fuck about ur feelings??? LMAO bitch me too why are we like this  ’
‘  special thanks to all the 10 year olds out there for making all those music lyric videos on youtube  ’
‘  i am so gentle and kind hearted… and stupid  ’
‘  there she goes again being over dramatic and by she i mean me  ’
‘  just letting everyone who’s ever told me a secret know that its safe with me (and my mom)  ’
‘  me n my eyebrows…………we been thru a lot  ’
‘  i wanna jump off a building and not die just relieve stress by slamming onto the sidewalk and then get up and go get a slurpee or something  ’
‘  all I want is vintage lingerie and good skin  ’
‘  nsfw: nobody’s safe from wonderwall  ’
‘  do you ever wish you could unmeet someone…. like,, we had fun times,, but it’s time for me to wipe my memory Sorry Bud  ’
‘  date a boy who reads. or better yet date a 37 year old recent divorcee with a highly diversified stock portfolio who’s looking to feel young again and can treat you to what you deserve  ’
‘  if you knew me in 7th grade i’m sorry  ’
‘  *cha cha’s real smooth away from academic responsibilities*  ’
‘  anyone else feel like they’re inherently worth less than everyone else  ’
‘  be open with your love and loud with your laughter. life is so much brighter when lived genuinely.  ’
‘  i really wish i could get a refund for all the love i’ve wasted on people like! repay my emotional labour your bill is in the mail  ’
‘  i’m such a tease. i’ll tell you how bad I want to fuck you and then probably fall asleep.  ’
‘  i’m crying my best  ’
‘  i want to be known as someone who’s full of love and radiates light  ’
‘  i’m in philosophy and were talking about how you can doubt everything’s existence except for your own consciousness and the guy that sits in front of me just turns around tears streaming down his face and goes “i am on so many drugs”  ’
‘  how fucked up would it be if an astronaut was coming back to earth and everybody hid for a bit  ’
‘  some kid just skateboarded down my street crying  ’
‘  do you ever get in an “i don’t know” phase in your life. where you literally don’t have a solid answer to anything. you. just. don’t. know.  ’
‘  which of the three pillars of modern music is your favourite, burnin’ up by the jonas brothers, beautiful soul by jesse mccartney or lucky by britney spears  ’
‘  i guess at this point i should just consider dating myself  ’
‘  there is no doubt in my mind i’m really that bitch  ’
‘  after you hit 21, you start forgetting your age cause ain’t nothing else to look forward to, besides sweet death.  ’
‘  why am i not currently in the italian countryside with a fruit plate wearing a light linen dress? unacceptable  ’
‘  hands are weird because one of them can do absolutely everything without a problem and the other one can’t even hold a spoon  ’
‘  remember to drink a fucking shit ton of water every miserable day of ur life  ’
‘  is he………you know…….*makes football throwing motion*….straight?  ’
‘  mATH, deATH – wake up america  ’
‘  does anyone else have a resting bitch face™, but kinda enjoys looking intimidating  ’
‘  time flies when u take a 2hr depression nap in the middle of the day  ’
‘  roses are red, i’m going to bed  ’
‘  u know when ur hairs greasy and it makes u feel so so so bad about urself. and ur entire life. everything is awful bc my hair is greasy  ’
‘  i’m just so glad the word “ugh” was invented  ’
‘  just another day of loving with all my heart and believing in the universe  ’
‘  you know when dogs sit outside with their face turned towards the sun and their eyes closed and they look so relaxed and when you pet them they’re warm? that’s how I want to feel always  ’
‘  come into bed and listen to the rain with me  ’
‘  people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel,   ’
‘  can someone please be proud of me like fuck i’m trying  ’
‘  concept: a really nice Italian restaurant but it’s spelled “spagooter” on the menu and the waiters won’t take your order unless you pronounce it like that  ’
‘  just found out neanderthal passed on the dna for depression and now we know why they stayed in caves and painted horses all fuckin day   ’
‘  i want kids but i’m scared they’ll blame me if they’re ugly  ’
‘  does anyone have any tips for not thinking about it  ’
‘  “what’s a queen without her king?” well, historically, better  ’
‘  i want something that doesn’t taste like alcohol but has a lot of alcohol in it  ’
‘  my kink is getting some fuckin sleep  ’
‘  i’m alive out of spite  ’
‘  not to vent but: fuck  ’
‘  i think i accidentally break my own heart a lot  ’
‘  can’t wait to be balls deep in love  ’
‘  why are there so many days?? i feel like we just had a whole day yesterday… they don’t stop  ’
‘  i walked in on my 4 year old nephew sitting alone on his bed eating grapes in the dark and i didn’t even get a chance to say anything before he said “i don’t have answers”  ’
‘  *adjusts my tinfoil hat* y’all are crazy  ’
‘  do raccoons have people hands or do we have raccoon hands?  ’
‘  mark your territory by crying on things  ’
‘  any size titty is lit  ’
‘  love lemon trees! i too am bitter but growing  ’
‘  my only constant is the black hair tie around my wrist. no mans gonna be there for me like this hair tie has. no ones presence is gonna be as reassuring  ’
‘  me???? tired???? sleepy??? yes constantly  ’
‘  the box says “four servings” but my heart says one  ’
‘  the lengths i would go to to both get attention and avoid it….astounding  ’
‘  i hope everybody is doing their best even tho we’re all doomed  ’
‘  young adult things: washing your colors with your whites because you don’t care you JUST don’t fucking care  ’
‘  I just want to help out all the people with no money but i am people with no money  ’
‘  bricks are just domesticated rocks  ’
‘  being nice is so easy just do it  ’
‘  lets start wearing cloaks and swords again. its time  ’
‘  classes are like a high level dora the explorer episode. person up front asks a question, stares at you blankly for a few seconds, and then answers their own question.  ’
‘  the average orgasm is 7 seconds. keeping a feral hog in your basement lasts for 5-16 years depending on your ability to care for it. the decision should be clear  ’
‘  will i ever have my shit together  ’
‘  i live in a time where a major selling point for food is that it uses “real” ingredients.  ’
‘  “what the fuck” is an emotion now and its the only one i have  ’
‘  it’s not a real party until you sneak away to the bathroom to question your existence as you stare at yourself in the mirror haha  ’
‘  every hard day you make it through makes you one day closer to stranger things season 2  ’
‘  assert your dominance by calling your friends by their student i.d. number  ’
‘  i feel like each year has progressively gotten worse since the year of luigi ended  ’
‘  um that’s u’re* not ur  ’
‘  i wanna be a villain so I can just saunter everywhere. the heroes are always sprinting, always running. you ever seen darth vader run? hell no. and I ain’t about to either.  ’
‘  i have nothing to say but will i shut up? No  ’
‘  i cannot believe another week is like beginning we just finished one  ’

1st Win | Hoseok | (M)

word count: 3.7k

genre: smut + fluff; idol-verse + established relationship

pairing: reader/hoseok

summary: monsta x has just had their first ever win on a music show, and you’re too happy to celebrate that achievement with your boyfriend, who’s a part of said group.

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Quiet, They’ll Hear Us!

Originally posted by jchnmulany

Request: This is my first request so bear with me… Could you possibly do a Markiplier x fem!reader where the reader is Tyler’s sister and she’s secretly dating Mark then one day Tyler walks in on them making out or something, sorry if that’s a bad prompt. :)

Summary: Big brother Tyler finds out little sister Fem!Reader has been sneaking around with Mark. Shook

A/N: OK guys this is one of my favorite tropes ever I loved writing this one! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1300, full of angst lol

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iKon Reaction to When He Is Tough to the World But Gentle to You {Mafia!au}

anonymous asked: Omg i loved your ikon mafia au!!!! Could you do one where he’s you know tough to the world, but gentle towards his girl?

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Kim Jinhwan (Jay)

Jinhwan was pissed. Some of his men had lied to him about how much booty they had gotten from their last raid, and if there was one thing he hated  it was when his own, loyal men were being dishonest. “What the fuck did you think you were doing?” he whispered, relishing the scared looks in his men’s eyes. In an instant, Jinhwan had pulled out his gun from his jacket and pinned the leader of the team against the wall. With a dangerous growl, he hissed, “Don’t think that I will go easy on you just because you are one of my best men.” Keeping the man immobile, he locked eyes with each of the other team members. “The same goes for all of you. If you make one more mistake, no matter how trivial, I will make short work of you all.” With these words, he let go of the leader and turned his attention to you who had been watching the scene from a safe distance. You were already used to seeing Jinhwan like this. He had told you at the beginning of your relationship that he needed to keep his men on a short leash to ensure absolute obedience. Now, he came over to you, a frown blemishing his features. “Do you think I went too rough on them?” he whispered, unsure about what was crossing your mind. You shook your head, knowing that Jinhwan was only doing what he needed to do. A relieved smile appeared on his face, and without paying anymore attention to his frightened men, he took your hand and left the building. He was already talking to you about that new movie which came out recently and that you two should take a hot bath in the evening to relax and forget about your everyday worries. You could only look at Jinhwan in amazement, wondering how he could switch from being a badass gang leader to being a loving husband in a matter of seconds.

Song Yunhyeong (Song)

With a curse, he punched the wall of his apartment before he closed his eyes, a painful expression crossing his face. He had spent all afternoon negotiating a deal with one of his rival gangs, but although they had spent hours locked away in an abandoned factory, the efforts had been of no avail and had even worsened the relationship between him and the other leader. A loud groan escaped his lips as he took of his jacket and violently tossed it into an empty corner. Only then did he notice you standing in the door frame to the living room, watching him with worry. He immediately felt regret washing over him, mentally scolding himself for showing you his angry side. “Sorry,” he whispered, “I just had a really rough day.” He came over to where you were standing and wrapped his strong arms around you, holding onto you as if you were a lifebuoy in the stormy sea. You stood up on tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss and tell him that you didn’t mind his outburst, hoping that it would make him feel better. That evening, he would almost literally cling to you and deluge you with his hugs, kisses and other sweet gestures, trying to forget about his nerve-wrecking job and enjoying your warmth and affection.

Kim Jiwon (Bobby)

You were casually leaning against the counter of the bar, sipping on your cocktail while watching your husband “taking care” of one of his clients who had not paid his protection money on time. This was not your first time accompanying Jiwon and his men to one of their “clean-up operations”, so you were not surprised when he knocked over one of the tables, causing a loud clang to resound in the dark room. Although you knew what was coming next, your body tensed involuntarily when he pulled out his gun and confidently pointed it at his client’s head. Would he pull the trigger tonight? You averted your gaze and stared at your drink, just in case Jiwon would, but when a few seconds passed without the sound of the bullet piercing through human flesh, you relaxed noticeably. Tonight, your husband was just playing with the other man. After a few more minutes, Jiwon came over to you with a tired smile on his face. “Sorry for taking so long, that guy didn’t want to stop talking until he saw my gun.” He pulled you into a tight hug, kissing you forehead and taking your hands in his. He would either go back home or take you out on an informal date to make up for the lost time together.

Kim Hanbin (B.I)

Tears were streaming down your face as you ran outside the building to get some fresh air. You could hear him yell at his gang members from afar, making you feel even more miserable. You were trying to stifle the sobs that escaped your lips again and again, but you were met with little success. A few moments later, you heard footsteps coming your way and you already knew who it was. Two strong arms wrapped around your waist and your body was pulled into his muscular chest. Hanbin buried his face in your neck and when he spoke, the worried tone in his voice almost made you flinch. “I am so sorry, I thought I had told the other members of my team to take you somewhere else if the negotiations would get too intense. I didn’t want you to watch how my men aimed a knife at the other gang’s boss.” You shook your head vigorously, not wanting to make your husband feel bad for something he did not have control over. After all, it was not his fault that the other guy had threatened to eradicate your husband’s gang. You were still learning to stay calm in precarious situations like these, and you were thankful that your husband was there for you in moments when you were not strong enough to withstand the pressure of his dark business.

Kim Donghyuk (DK)

A scared “Shit” slipped out of his mouth when he saw you. The terrified look on your face told him that you had seen everything: how he had tied the man to a chair, how he had given him a whipping while interrogating him about his actions and how he had finally knocked the helpless man unconscious. Donghyuk did not have another choice: this was usual business to him, and a disobedient client needed to be punished and intimidated. However, he had never intended to let you see his dirty work. He had expected that you where still at home, getting ready for the date night he had planned, but apparently you were ready early and wanted to surprise him by coming to his hideout. He hurried over to the other side of the room where you were standing, an apologetic look in his eyes. “I am so sorry you had to see this, Y/N. I didn’t expect you to come here. Let’s leave and quickly forget about this incident, okay?” He took your hand in his and squeezed it softly, leading you outside. Wanting to make up for the discomfort he caused you, he would hug you more than usually this evening and whisper all kinds of sweet things into your ear in an attempt to prove that he was not the cruel man you had seen in the hideout a few hours earlier.

Koo Junhoe (Ju-ne)

You did not notice that he was home until a pair of strong arms wrapped around you from behind and you could feel his hot breath right next to your ear. From the sigh that escaped his lips and the way he was leaning against you weakly, you could tell that he must be extremely exhausted. You placed your hands on top of his and asked, “Junhoe, are you alright? Did anything happen?” He did not respond immediately and only tightened his grip around you. “I had a really long day… I don’t want to talk about it. Can we just cuddle tonight?” You turned around to face him, a frown spreading on your forehead. “What about dinner? Are you not hungry?” Junhoe shook his head, wanting nothing more than to go to bed. He took your hand and lead you to your shared bedroom, too tired to even take a shower. Barely taking off any of his clothes, he fell onto the bed listlessly and pulled you down next to him. Before you could adjust your position, he had already snuggled up to you and buried his face in your neck. A content hum escaped his lips as he muttered, “You always make the worst days better… Did I ever tell you that you are the most precious person in my life?” You blushed at his words and smiled shyly, thinking exactly the same about him.

Jung Chanwoo (Chan)

You knew that your husband’s work was more than extraordinary, and you had also been the one who had asked him to take you to one of his gatherings at his hideout. Although he had looked at you strangely, you had insisted that you wanted to join so that you could support him and his work better in the future. Nevertheless, you were still surprised when you saw the way he was interacting with the other members of his gang. There were lots of coarse jokes and vulgar language coming from Chanwoo’s mouth, a rough side that you had never seen before. You felt out of place in this overly masculine setting and almost regretted your decision of coming along to the meeting when your husband suddenly turned toward you, flashing a warm smile in your direction and taking your hand in his. When he saw the concerned look on your face, he frowned and asked in a low voice, “Are you alright, Y/N? If you are uncomfortable, you can leave and wait for me in the hallway.” Seeing how he cared about you and easily shifted between his macho and soft behavior, a smile appeared on your face and you shook your head in reassurance. No matter how tough he had to act when he was doing business, you knew that he would always treat you affectionately.

The Way Home (Part 7 - End!)

Summary: AU. Two hearts are broken after reader makes the difficult decision to leave home and pursue her dreams. When her older brother Steve asks her to come home, reader is forced to confront her past and the life she could have had with her ex, Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,017 (SEE WHAT I DID THERE?!)

Warnings: language, angst, FLUFF, would you like some wine for the cheese?

A/N: I am excited to end a series on seven parts because that’s my favorite number. ANYWAYS! Happy New Year. I hope 2017 sees all of you healthy and happy. Thanks for reading my little stories and sending me so much kindness. PS - Go get your girl, Bucky.

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