that girl in front of me who kept holding up her water bottle i swear to god

Fleeting Moments (Bughead)

I have come to the conclusion that I am awful with titles :)

In which Jughead is called to pick up his very drunk ex girlfriend

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead x Betty 

Word Count: 2214

Warnings: underage drinking, swearing

“Fleeting Moments”

Jughead flopped down on his bed, patting Hot Dog’s head. He was very grateful that Mark and Ellen, his new foster parents, had allowed him to bring the little sheepdog when he came to live with them. Even though he’d only had the dog for a short while, it was nice to have some sort of familiarity in a new place. He fit right in, too, and got along real well with the couple’s two other dogs, Mac and Bandit.

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What’s in My Mouth?//Christian Yu

A lot of these have been sitting in my notes for awhile now because i didn’t think they’d be good enough to share but ahh why not.Hope whoever reads this enjoys it! feel free to hit me up,ask me questions.

Originally posted by jaerins

“Babe,” Christian called out from the bedroom.We both had the day free and decided to be lazy within each other’s company.

“Yeah,B?” I replied after filling up Lori’s bowls.

“Can we do the what’s in my mouth challenge?” He yelled out like I couldn’t hear him.Making my way towards the bedroom I dropped onto the bed beside him.

“Have you been watching those challenges on YouTube with Dabin again?” I asked looking at him,he gave a cute lopsided grin.

“Maybeeeee,” he singsonged.“but can we, on Instagram live?” He pleaded.

I don’t know why he was asking when he knew I’d say yes.After explaining everything to me we set out to find the five things that we were going to use.We both returned to the bedroom with our five items hidden from each other.Christian set his phone up on the tripod,placing it on the desk and turning on his Instagram live,waiting a couple of minutes before the views came in.

“Hey guys,” he commented as he adjusted his phone to capture both myself and Lori who had made her way into the room and onto the bed.

“I’m doing fine,wassup with you guys?” I heard him ask as I rubbed Lori’s tummy.It wasn’t the first time I’d been in his live,we’d been friends for years so they were used to me basically.

“To be honest I didn’t plan on getting on here but I really wanted to do a live challenge and as my best friend who loves me dearly,Y/N has decided to help me out.” He turned and looked at me with a cheesy grin on his face. I stuck my tongue out at him before smiling and waving at the camera then returning my attention to Lori.

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I Need My Girl Ch. 5 | Roomates AU

Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. Jughead pining for Betty who has no idea, What could go wrong?

Hello all! This new chapter was already half finished by the time I finished chapter four so here it is! This chapter is more bughead-centric than the others and the whole thing (that is making you all cringe) is addressed ;) I am sorry to the person who recently sent me a request but I am starting it tomorrow I swear! All of the love you guys have been sending me in the comments has literally been breaking my heart! I have tagged the following who have asked to be tagged or are just being a damn sweet ass person!

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Words: 2292

Warnings: There is talk of alcoholism and suicide. If this triggering for you you might not want to continue

Drink up baby, look at the stars
I’ll kiss you again between the bars
Where I’m seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time
And I’ll make you mine
Keep you apart,
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest.

Elliott Smith

A few weeks had passed since the incident and Jughead found himself feeling a new emotion towards Betty.

Every smile, touch, every time she would play with her ponytail, every look she gave him would make Jughead’s skin crawl. Every minute they spent together ignoring the situation, every time she would act as if that night in his room never happened, as if the moment they shared at Cheryl’s never happened, anger would settle in his chest.

The things that he used to love about her, the little things that would leave flutters in his stomach had now turned sour. They were tainted with the taste of what he couldn’t have. Now knowing what her touch was like in ways he’d never didn’t before had ignited a fire in him. One that Betty was trying her best but was failing to distinguish.

Each moment felt like a chore and he was loosing his patience. She didn’t tease him anymore and she filled their time doing small favors, silently trying to ease the guilt that still lined her face. She kept apologizing for little mistakes that she would make around the house. It was like she was apologizing for everything except the actual problem at hand.

The change in dynamic didn’t go unnoticed by Archie. Every time he was over it was like he was just there to be a buffer. Jughead would snap at just the littlest things and his body would tense up every time Betty would brush up against him. Every time Betty would laugh Jughead’s eyes would send daggers his way. One time Betty tried to do the dishes and he practically exploded. Something was very wrong.

Betty began to spend her nights out longer and she started sleeping over at Veronica’s, at Cheryl’s, at Kevin’s, at Sabrina’s, even sometimes she would show up at Archie’s.

The apartment became more of a common meeting place rather than a home to the both of them. Jughead picked up more shifts at Pop’s, ones particularly during the times he knew Betty would be home.

Betty’s thoughts began to become obsessive when it came to Jughead. Every time she would sleep with someone his face would appear. She was on thin ice with Veronica already, but one day enough was enough.

Betty tensed as she felt the nerves in between her legs begin to pulse. Veronica continued as she followed Betty’s moans before it happened.

Just as Betty’s head sunk further into the pillows and her eyes rolled to the back of her head she uttered his name.


Veronica stopped in her tracks as she watched the girl let go. Her eyes closed and her hands gripping onto the violet sheets. A tear fell from Veronica’s eyes as she watched the girl before her in a possessed state. Her face changed as her eyelids moved from side to side and her legs quivered.

Betty silenced herself as she had realized what she had just moaned. Her body stilled and her throat closed up as she saw a tear stream down Veronica’s face.

“You know if that’s what you’re here for, then maybe we shouldn’t be doing this anymore. I’m not someone you can just use to fuck away your feelings with.”

Veronica stood up from her spot and threw Betty’s dress in her face.

“Veronica I-“

“Even though this isn’t even anything, I don’t accept being someone’s second choice.”

“Veronica that’s not what, that’s not-“

“Get over yourself Betty and cut the bullshit…God, for once can’t you stop lying to yourself and everyone around you?”

Betty’s eyes froze as her mind went blank and her body went cold.

“That’s what I thought.” Veronica stated as she walked out her door into the bathroom down the hall.

Betty laid there as she stared at the empty door frame, listening to the water run from Veronica’s shower.

The sound of people passing through the streets and cars through New York’s roads filled Betty’s ears as she slipped into her dress. She trotted out of the apartment into the night, finding the closest bar in sight.

Four hours and 5 tequila shots later:

“He-ey, hey, hey…Baby, c’mon let’s go home.” Jughead whispered as she cried into his shoulder. He could feel her breath get caught in her throat as she tried to hold back a sob. Her body was shaking and he could smell tequila all over her. He pulled her up to carry her out of the house. He opened the passenger door of his truck with his left hand, pulling the car door ajar with his foot. He placed her carefully in the leather front as he buckled her seat belt.

“Just stay her okay? I’ll be right back. I promise.” He whispered against her cheek as he felt her nod her head under him. He closed the door as he walked back into Archie’s house finding him in the kitchen.

“What happened?”

Betty had showed up to Archie’s about an hour ago stinking of alcohol. Stumbling all over the place forcing Archie catch her before she tripped over the carpet.

“Do-on’t call Jug-gie.” Betty murmured as she lunged for the liquor cabinet.

“Betty what are you-“ Archie began before Betty cut him off. Laughing dryly as her hands trailed over the bottles before finding the vodka.

“You know, my mom called me today! I was expecting a long apology, a cry for forgiveness, maybe even a little groveling. But what does she say? She starts lecturing me about my ‘lifestyle’.” Betty exclaimed rolling her eyes unscrewing the cap on the bottle.

“She just doesn’t wanna call me a slut. But look at me! I am the slut. I’m the biggest fucking slut there is!”

Betty laughed into the bottle as she smiled when the rush of the drink went to her head.  Archie frowned at the sight.

“Mommy dearest didn’t think about that when she tried to send me to camp to ‘pray the gay away’. She was a lot happier when she thought she just had to worry about me getting pregnant.” Betty choked out as she held a grin. Her eyes were red and wild. She staggered holding onto the table as she gripped onto the bottle of vodka. Before she could take another shot Archie grabbed the bottle from her, pulling her into the kitchen.

“You’re not any fun!” She protested as she tried to grab the bottle from his grasp. Archie put the bottle away grabbing a glass of water as he eyed her cautiously. His eyes trailed over her face trying to find the Betty he knew. He had seen her drunk like this before but Jug was always there, there to whisk her away. The fact that she wasn’t back at her own doorstep calling on his friend was worrying. Why was she avoiding Jughead? He asked himself.

He handed the glass of water to her as she slid down to the floor.

“Drink this. You’ll thank me in the morning.” He said to her as he stared her down. He knew she would follow his orders if he didn’t break eye contact. Finally she broke, exasperated grabbing the glass from him in a puff glaring at him.

Archie stood up from his crouched position and reached for the phone. He knew that she would hate him if he called Jughead. But he was the only one who knew how to handle this. This Betty. The Betty with mascara running down her face and an empty grin on her face. The Betty with panic in her eyes and limp limbs. She looked like a cautionary tale lying down on his kitchen floor staring blankly in front of him. Her green eyes held nothing in them, like she was somehow not there, not present. It was haunting watching her lie there with her mouth parted sinking into the floor. The girl that was in love with his best friend was breaking before him and there was only one person to call. Archie dialed Jughead’s number and waited until he picked up after eight rings.

“Archie it’s 3 in the morning what the fuck?” Jughead groaned into the phone.

Archie moved away from the kitchen hoping Betty couldn’t hear his words.

“Betty she…she’s here. And it’s bad, really bad. She might be going full yellow wallpaper this time.” Archie paused as he heard a shuffle over the phone and a door click.

Archie walked Jughead back outside to his truck, stopping Jughead before he climbed inside.

“Jughead, we gotta do something.”

“Do what Archie?” Jughead yelled as his eyes trailed over Betty’s passed out state.

“She’s getting worse…she keeps pulling this shit. Getting drunk, going out constantly with people she doesn’t even know. And then as you say, she doesn’t even acknowledge it in the morning. Like it never happens.”

“I’m handling it Archie.” Jughead stated as he folded his arms leaning against the truck.

“Are you? Cause you carry her home and put her to bed just like you did with FP. And it’s not working. She needs help. She needs a professional. Maybe you can’t save her this time.”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about Archie. You don’t know her. I know her. And I know that she will be fine. She just is going through a rough patch, that’s all.” Jughead insisted as tears started to well up in his eyes.

“If she’s just going through a rough patch, then why is she showing up at my place instead of her own? Why is she suddenly asking me not to call you?”

Jughead paused as he took in Archie’s words. But no amount of truth could calm him down, he was breaking. The girl he loved was drinking herself to death every night and he had no idea how to cope. It was déjà vu all over again, and a little part of him resented her for it. His gut wrenched and tightly coiled in his stomach as he looked at her, curled up in his truck.

“I-I don’t know. The past couple of weeks, things have changed. I-I don’t know why.” He choked out.

“Look I know that you don’t want to force her into anything, but maybe it’s time. Maybe it’s time to stage some sort of intervention.”

“An intervention? You think Betty Cooper is gonna react well to an intervention?”

“It may be our only option left.” Archie said exasperated as they both gazed upon the sunken blonde. Jughead cried at the thought of telling her that something was wrong with her. He was always the one to reassure her that she was beautiful and kind and smart and that not a damn thing was wrong with her. Nothing at all. Was this really his only option left? It seemed like some sort of betrayal.

“Okay, but just give me a week. Let me, I don’t know, figure things out. See if I can get her to snap out of it.”


Jughead climbed into the truck, falling into the seat. His head fell to the back of the leather and he turned his head to look at her. He lifted his hand up to her face and pulled back a strand of her hair that had fallen in her face. She stirred at his touch as she breathed out in frustration.

A moment passed before tears started to well up in Betty’s eyes again.

“She didn’t even remember that it was his birthday today.”

In that moment Jughead realized that it was Betty’s dad’s birthday and that he had been so wrapped up in his own problems that he had forgotten. It had been eight years since he killed himself. Betty had found him in the garage after he hung himself.

A laugh erupted from Betty’s chest as she shook her head as the tears ran down her face.

“It’s like she didn’t even love him…maybe she never did.”


“She’s never loved me that’s for sure. At least not the real me.”

Betty began to kick the dash as she started hitting any surface around her. Jughead panicked at the sight, grabbing onto her wrists as she squirmed under him. In her state she couldn’t fight him off for that long, her head fell into his shoulder as she sighed.

“She may not know the real you or understand you. But she loves you.” Jughead waited a beat as she lay in his arms.

“And I love you…you know the real you. And even though I haven’t acted like it lately, I do. I always do.”

Jughead ran his fingers through her golden hair as he pulled himself from her grasp to put his keys into the ignition. Betty laid her legs on top of Jughead’s lap as he drove out of Archie’s drive-way. Jughead turned to the intoxicated girl next to him. Her eyes closed with her head leaned up against the window. Her breath slowed and he could see the imprint that her heady breaths left against the frigid car window. The yellow lights above flickered over her, bathing her in light as the rest of the car was hidden in shadow. The illusion was gone as his eyes drank up her soaken state against the passenger cream colored leather.

Betty Cooper was broken, and for the first time, Jughead had realized that maybe he couldn’t fix her.

Penny For a Cup- Part 6

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Pairing: Sam x Reader
Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean
Warnings: fluff, light swearing, businessman!Sam, barista!reader, coffee shop AU
Summary: The reader owns a little coffee shop in New York city called, The Manhattan Mocha, and Sam Winchester is a frequent costumer of hers. She’s always had a slight crush on the sharp business man who comes in for coffee everyday, and has even memorized his order: black coffee, double shot of expresso- intriguing and mysterious just as he is.
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You and Sam rode The Thriller three more times, until the lines got heavy and you decided to go to lunch instead. The two of you picked a red and white checkered picnic table at the very edge of the fair, both of you happy for a break from the chaos. You sat side by side with your legs entangled under the table, eating fried food and watching the fair in front of you. 

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Perfect For Me

Pairing: Pietro x reader

Summary: Pietro and you were on your first date. You were enjoying every bit of it until a little comment ruined it.

Request: @emilybillard: Can you do #4 with Pietro or Clint

Author’s note: this one turned out to be a whole fic. (I was roaming around the house and writing it all day) this would have been up earlier if our relatives wouldn’t have visited us today. it’s mostly fluff with a little bit of gloom. You can check out the prompt list and request something. Hope you like it!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, self-criticism and swearing.

Word Count: 1683

Originally posted by ranrightintomyheart

‘so, would you like to go out with me?’ Pietro rubbed the back of his neck and avoided your gaze.

He had finally got the nerve to ask you out on a date that day. He had developed a great liking for you the day you first joined the avengers. It wasn’t just your beautiful (y/e/c) coloured eyes, your (y/h/c) hair that covered your face perfectly or your fine lips. It was how you were from the inside. How you acted tough but were extra sweet to little kids or the people you cared for, how you laughed carelessly, how you sung your favourite songs while you liltingly moved around; it was how you made him fall for you.

‘are you making fun of me?’ you looked at him suspiciously as you kept the water bottle back on the kitchen counter.

‘no!’ he looked at you. ‘no, I like you a lot. And have been since the day I met you. You are lovely and I want to take you on a date.’ He blurted out.

‘really?’ you smiled.

‘yeah.’ He looked at you hopefully.

‘I would love to.’ You grinned.

‘great! I will pick you up at around 8.’ He kissed your cheek quickly. ‘bye sweetheart!’ he winked at you as he grinned and paced away.

You smiled as you kept a hand on your cheek. You couldn’t help but blush, you were going on a date with Pietro Maximoff and you couldn’t believe it. Wait, you couldn’t believe it.

 The surge of happiness that you had felt left you. He was so perfect while you were…. You. You weren’t the type of girl guys would line up for while Pietro, he was the ladies’ man. Why would he go for you? You were great at breaking bones, you couldn’t act girly. What if he didn’t find you good enough? A tornado of thoughts started to destruct your mind. What were you supposed to do? The thought of going on a date with him which once seemed like the sweetest dream seemed like a nightmare now.

‘it was your fault not mine, you were supposed to dodge.’ Natasha turned to Wanda with her arms crossed over her chest.

‘oh I am sorry, next time I will read a book on “how to train with a master assassin without getting killed!”’ Wanda shot back at her.

You snapped out of your thoughts and waved at them.

‘what happened now, children?’ you asked leaning against the counter.

‘she tried to kill me’ ‘she isn’t good at fighting yet’ they both spoke at the same time.

‘alright hush!’ you moved towards them. ‘I need your help. Both of you.’ You fiddled with your fingers.

‘what?’ Natasha looked at you concerned.

‘it’s nothing serious…’ you started to explain.

‘he finally asked you out!’ Wanda squealed. ‘god, that idiot won’t shut up about you!’ she moved her hands in the air in exaggeration.

‘what did I tell you about reading my mind?’ you glared at her and she mumbled a sorry.

‘what? Who asked you out? When are you going on a date? Tell me everything!’ Natasha gripped your arms.

‘patience!’ you shrugged off her hands.

 ‘Pietro asked me out, we’ll be going out at 8.’ You explained. ‘I need you guys’ help in getting ready ‘cause we all know I am no good with the dressing up girly stuff.’ You looked at them.

‘we’ve got you covered.’ Natasha grinned. ‘I’m going to make you look so good, he won’t be able to keep his hands of you.’

‘yeah,’ Wanda grinned at you. ‘and if you talk about anything sexual about my brother, I won’t be standing here for long.’ Wanda turned to Natasha.

You were looking for a wine coloured dress you had bought recently when you heard a knock.

‘come in!’ you shouted.

  Natasha and Wanda entered the room holding a couple of boxes.

 ‘what you looking for?’ Wanda questioned as she kept the boxes aside.

‘a dress…. found it!’ you took out beautiful lacy dress and showed it to them. ‘I bought it a few days ago.’

  ‘it’s beautiful.’ Wanda examined it.

  ‘yeah, now come here.’ Natasha patted the seat in front of your mirror. ‘Wanda you do the hair, I’ll do the makeup.’ She grabbed her makeup box. Wanda nodded and they both started primping you up.

‘don’t you dare doll me up. If I look plastic, I won’t ever trust you guys again.’ you crossed your arms over your chest.

‘don’t worry and shut up.’ Natasha said as she dabbed on some foundation over your face.

You were pleasantly surprised to see yourself in the mirror. They both had done a great job. You had a natural makeup look with a bold marron lip colour and your hair were in soft curls.

‘you like it?’ Wanda kept the curling iron aside.

‘I love it!’ you got up to put on your dress. You took a final glance in the mirror of your complete look.

‘I love you guys!’ you pulled them in a group hug. ‘thank you.’ You said as you pulled back.

‘no need.’ Natasha smiled.

You heard a knock at your door and opened it.

‘good evening (y/n)- whoa!’ Pietro’s eyes grew wide in disbelief. ‘I got you these.’ He handed you a bouquet of roses. ‘I thought you would be dressing as usual but- whoa!’ he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

‘thanks for the flowers.’ You ran your fingers delicately over the petals. ‘let me keep them in my room and then we can leave.’ he watched as you walked to the end of the room.

‘stop staring at her butt, you have a whole night to yourselves.’ Wanda teased him. A blush crept to both your and Pietro’s face.

‘let’s go.’ You stood before him. He smiled and held your hand.

‘take good care of her! I know where you sleep!’ you heard Natasha yell. You giggled while pietro muttered something under his breath.

‘so, where are we going?’ you asked as you both exited the facility.

‘I saw this restaurant when I was coming back from a run in the morning. It’s very peaceful and lavish. I think you will like it.’ He smiled at you.

‘and how are we going there?’ you asked.

‘stark let me borrow one of his cars the moment I said I wanted to take you on a date.’ He wrapped a arm around your shoulder.

The car stopped as you reached the restaurant and Pietro opened the gate for you. He was right when he said you would like it there, more so you loved it. The place was quiet and dimly light. You sat down near a window.

‘I love this place, it’s so exotic.’ You said.

‘I am relieved you like it. I was shaking from nervousness back there.’ He widened his eyes and you chuckled.

‘thanks and we will split the bill’ you pointed at him

‘you’re the man.’ He raised his arms defensively.

You both spent the time laughing and chatting. You were having a great time until you overheard the conversations of two girls who were sitting beside you.

‘god he is gorgeous, his blue eyes and blonde hair are going to be the death of me’ one of them breathed.

‘yeah, too bad he’s on a date.’ The other one said.

‘what did he see in her?’ the first one said.

‘either he’s blind or she’s hella rich’ they both busted in laughter.

You set your glass of wine aside. You had lost all your appetite. Your mind was in a chaos again, all your makeup seemed like a mask stuck on your face while your dress seemed like an uncomfortable piece of cloth. Pietro had heard it all but didn’t give any attention to it until he saw how uncomfortable you had started to feel.

  ‘or maybe he doesn’t judge people like an asshole and like girls with real beauty.’ He turned to them and they were left dumbfounded.

‘come on (y/n).’ he grabbed your hand and walked towards the exit after paying the bill.

You didn’t say anything, it was what you did when you started to fall apart, you didn’t speak a word. He stopped and looked at you once you were away from the place.

‘I am sorry for what happened back there. I don’t know why people have to be such assholes.’ he said in an irritated tone. ‘please say something.’ He held your hands.

‘you don’t have to apologize for anything.’ You gave him a forced smile. ‘why do you like me Piet? You can get any girl you want. You are amazing and I,’ you looked in his eyes. ‘I am just me.’ You looked away.

‘you say that like it’s a bad thing.’ He cupped your cheek. hearing those word from you made his heartache.

 ‘if I have to tell you what I love about you then even this whole night won’t be enough.’ He slid his hands to your waist and pulled you closer. ‘you my dear, are beautiful. Not just from the outside but from the inside. You are brave, kind, strong, caring, cheerful, brilliant.’ He emphasized each word and a faint smile settled on your lips. ‘hot.’ He wiggled his brows and you chuckled.

‘you are all together are a beautiful artwork. Every one won’t get you and they don’t need to.’ He cupped your face. ‘fireflies are always jealous of the stars.’ The way these words slipped from his lips, in his accent, with his feelings; you melted. You hugged him tightly.

‘you are the best guy I have ever met.’ You said looking up to him. ‘you deserve something.’ You smiled and got on your tip toes. You kissed him sweetly. It was warm and soft. It wasn’t like he had never kissed someone before, he had and a lot. But your lips felt like rose petals, your touch ignited something in him he had not felt before.

‘aww, that’s it?’ he pouted.

‘yeah.’ You chuckled. ‘but only for now.’ You winked and his stomach flipped.

‘that’s my girl.’ He smiled. ‘let’s get back home.’ He wrapped an arm around your waist.

Whoops, I smutted

Title: Nobody loves you Like me

Rating: M for smutty goodness and swearing

Paring: Jason Todd and Cassandra Cain

Words: 2,488

Jason slammed his glass down on the bar and waved at the man who was behind the bar; he lifted himself from his stool and stalked to where Jason was seated at the other end.

“Look son, you’re cut off.” The elder man said to him. Jason shook his head slowly and lifted his eyes from the dirty bar.

“Get me another.” His voice was low and gravelly.

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Time For A Good-Bye

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Y/N
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1,759
Requested: No
A/N: I promise I’m working on requests. I’ve just been dealing with some personal stuff. 

I could tell something was different with Spencer, since he came home from this latest case he’s been distant and cold; nothing like himself. Instead of the sweet morning kisses I got mumbled ‘good mornings’ if he chose to speak to me at all, instead of a goodbye before he left for work there was nothing, not a word; and I was starting to think I’d done something to change his mood so drastically.

Standing in the doorway to the kitchen I could see a glimpse at the old Spencer, the guy that would wake up and attempt to make breakfast without burning the apartment down, the guy that would call at two in the morning when he was across the country because he wanted to make sure I was doing ok, the guy I fell in love with. I stood there and watched him make his coffee, knowing that when he saw me he’d distance himself again. 

“Good morning Spence.” I said, trying to sound like I wasn’t too upset. I tried to hold back my tears and remarks when he didn’t say anything and walked passed me and out the door. I guess that was it for me, it was obvious that he’s lost interest, that he’d stopped caring; so it’s likely time for our relationship to end. 

Walking to our…. his room and passing the framed pictures on the walls was like looking at different couple. The people in the pictures were clearly in love and didn’t ever see an end to the happiness. But now that I’m standing in the middle of the room, a full suitcase sitting on the bed and contemplating wither or not I should take the photo album he’d given me for my birthday; deciding against it I zipped up my suitcase and with one final look around the apartment I left. Maybe he’d have a chance to be happy again, meet someone who could make him happy for longer than a couple years. Spencer deserved to be happy, he sees too much evil in the world he deserves to have someone to make him happy. 

—Spencer’s pov—

Staring at the paperwork in front of me I couldn’t seem to concentrate. All that was running through my mind was Y/N, and how brokenhearted she looked lately. I knew it was my fault, I was the one making her feel that way; but I wanted to protect her and after what happened with Kate and her niece the only way I knew to protect her was to push her away. 

The sound of Penelope’s shoes coming towards my desk made me look up from the file, only to see a highly pissed off Penelope Garcia. “Do you care to explain why my best friend just called me and asked if I had a place she could stay?” When she asked me, with that I froze, it finally happened, Y/N was gone and it was all my fault. I knew I had to lie about why I did it; I couldn’t put Y/N in danger even if it wasn’t immediate. 

“It’s nothing Garcia, it’s nothing you need to worry about.” I lied looking back at the file on my desk. 

“Well you better figure out a way to make it right.” with that she walked away and I walked out. Maybe I’ve made a mistake; no, I was doing this to protect her. 

Walking into the apartment it felt strangely empty. When I looked around I could see why; half of the stuff was gone, most of Y/N’s stuff was gone. Her favorite book was no longer on the shelf, her half of the closet was empty, her toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner were gone. Like she’s never been here; the only thing that showed she was part of my life was the pictures on the wall, the photo album sitting on the bed, and a letter sitting on her nightstand. Grabbing the letter I realized this was the last form of communication I’d have from her. 

Dear, Spencer
I don’t know what exactly happened between us, but I know that this Spencer isn’t the one I fell in love with. You haven’t been the same in a while and I guess I was finally pushed too far away. I love you Spencer, I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you but I hope you can find someone your'e able to be truely happy with. I love you Spencer but we both know it’s time to say good-bye.

After reading and rereading her letter I realized that pushing her away wasn’t how I could’ve protected her. 

—y/n’s pov—

It’s been four months since that day, four months since I walked out of that apartment, four months of trying to get over a certain genius, four months since I’ve last talked to him, and oddly enough I’ve finally gotten over it. 

“Are you ready Y/N?” Penelope asked finishing the last touches of her make-up. After a particularly hellish week Penelope and I were rewording ourselves with a well deserved girls night out. 

“Hell yeah. We deserve this, no cases, no papers to grade, no boyfriends, just us, some dancing and a lot of alcohol.” I exclaimed putting on my heels before grabbing my purse. It felt good to go out, and after many recent failed attempts at putting myself back out there I have a feeling that this night was going to go my way. “Now lets go Ms. Garcia." 

The bass was pounding through the club, the alcohol was giving me an extra confidence boost, and I don’t think anything could bring me down. This night was perfect and I intended to take advantage of it. 

"I’m gonna go get another drink.” I yelled to Penelope holding up my empty glass. Standing at the bar, waiting for the bartender to get my drink I took the chance to survey the people in the club. It held the regular inhabitants, but in the back corner of the place sat a guy nursing a bottle of water; the longer I looked the more familiar he became. First I started recognizing the small things; like his watch and his mismatched socks, then the jacket he was wearing and then the line of his jaw. I would recognize him anywhere; Dr. Spencer Reid. And as if he could feel my gaze on him, he turned catching my eye for a second before I turned away.  

Grabbing my drink as soon as it was set in front of me, I run back to were I had left Garcia. “Penelope, did you – were you –” taking a breath of the some and sweat surrounding me I regained my ability to talk. “Did you know that Spencer would be here tonight?” By the shocked look she sent my way it was obvious that she had no idea that he was here. 

“I had no idea Y/N, I swear." 

"Well, can we go? There’s this other bar that seems great.” I pleaded, looking back to the corner were I had seen him. OK, maybe I’d lied to myself, maybe I wasn’t completely over him; but when you lose the person you think is 'the one’ it’s hard to get over that. 

“Sure, we can go check it out." 

We started walking to the door, when a hand grabbed my bicep stopping me from walking further away. I turned to face the last person I wanted to see tonight or any other time in the near future. I tried to pull my arm away but he quickly let go looking crestfallen when he did. 

"Hi.” it was a weak attempt to start a conversation, but it was coming from Spencer so unless it allowed him to ramble off facts and statistics it wasn’t going to be much. 

“Four months and all I get is a hi?” I was being hash but I guess I was getting all my pent up anger, and hurt. But in the middle of a bar wasn’t the place to do it; so I grabbed his wrist, told Penelope to wait for me to come back, and I walked out of the packed place to a less crowded sidewalk  so I could hear what we were saying. 

“Hi.” Again, he was starting with a hi. 

“Hi Spencer, what are you doing here?” I asked, there was no reason to beat around the bush. 

“Morgan took me out because I’ve been sulking." 

He’s the one whose been sulking? That’s just hilarious, he probably wasn’t the one who thought they’d done something to lose the one they thought loved them unconditionally, he wasn’t the one who had to hide how he was breaking down so family, friends, and coworkers wouldn’t suspect anything. 

"Why were you sulking Spencer? I didn’t push you away, I didn’t make you feel like I didn’t love you, I tried to fix our relationship while you sat back and watched.” I was close to crying in the middle of the sidewalk, and I refused to let him comfort me if I did. “You kept changing, and soon you weren’t the same guy I’d fallen in love with." 

"I was trying to protect you.” He had whispered it, but he could’ve shouted it and I still would’ve frozen on the spot. 

“Protect me? That’s the most bull shit excuse I’ve ever heard Spencer. I heard about what happened with Kate and I didn’t need you to protect me, I needed you to come home and tell me that you loved me, that you were gonna be there when things got scary. But I didn’t get that; I barely got a word from you when you got back god forbid an 'I love you’.” I couldn’t say anymore, I couldn’t yell and cry over him anymore. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry. I realized I made a mistake, I shouldn’t have pushed you away.” His voice cracked and his eyes looked like they would spill tears any second. “I love you, I’ll always love you. And maybe it’s too late to try and get you back but I’ve got to try right.”

He was right, it was too late to get back together. While I did still love him I couldn’t risk going through that again. 

“You’re right Spencer it is too late. I don’t want to risk going through that again. I love you Spencer and I hope that you can find someone who makes you happy.” I smiled softly at him and walked back inside the bar.

My Soulmate 7

Title: My Soulmate 7

Words: 1824

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Summary: Reader hasen’t found her soulmate yet. Things change when she meets Sam and Dean’s friend and angel Castiel. But what happens when you found your soulmate, but you’re not their soulmate?

Warnings: cursing and torture

Previous parts:

A/N: I’m sorry you had to wait such a long time for a new part. I hope you’ll like this one!

“Cas…” you mumbled, still half-asleep. “Cas my head hurts.”

You turned to the other side, expecting to find an angel by your side. You had a terrible hangover and there was nothing you’d love more, but him healing you.

To your surprise, you found the other side of your bed cold and empty and Castiel was nowhere to be seen. You groaned, covering your eyes with your hand. You shouldn’t drink so much alcohol last night and even though the night ended in a best possible way, you regretted every glass of champagne you had.

You forced yourself to get out of the bed, hoping that some painkillers and a big glass of water can make everything better. You even dared to hope that Castiel is still in the bunker and that he’ll be willing to help you.

As usual, luck wasn’t on your side and all you found in the kitchen were your brothers. Dean was calmly eating his breakfast, mumbling ‘good morning’ when you entered. Sam was a totally different story.

“Tough night?” he asked loudly with a big smile plastered on his face.

“Could you be a little quieter?” you whined, running a hand down your face. “Where do we keep painkillers? Or Cas?”

“Painkillers are right in front of you. And I think that we’ll keep Cas in your room from now on, won’t we?” Sam teased.

You rolled your eyes in response, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. You bit your lower lip, unsuccessfully trying to hold back a smile that formed on your lips every time you thought of Castiel.

“Shut up.” you grumbled, sounding like a teenage girl who just got her first kiss.

After taking a few magical painkillers and swallowed huge amount of water, it was time for a coffee and breakfast. Sam and Dean left you alone. Usually you liked greasy food Dean ate more than healthy things Sam did. But with a headache and feeling like you’ll puke if you see anything greasy, a plate of fruit covered in Greek yogurt and honey felt like heaven.

“Where is Cas anyways?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

This time Dean was the one rolling his eyes “He had to check something for a case.” he barked at you.

“What’s your problem, Dean?” you asked, confused by his tone.

“I don’t know… Maybe I didn’t expect my little sister to bang my best friend first chance she gets?”

Your eyes widened and once again you felt yourself blushing. “We didn’t… Dean we didn’t bang. Nothing happened. We… we only kissed.” you admitted, looking down at your hands.

Dean smirked at you, shaking his head “Well, if there was someone else instead of Cas, you would. You can’t just get drunk and jump on the first guy you see.”

“Are you trying to act like my dad?” you asked, raising your voice. “Because if you are, I’m sorry, but you’re not dad. He died to save you, remember?”

Without saying another word you storm out. Quickly you changed out of your pyjamas and left the bunker.

Autumn mornings in Kansas were cold, but this morning seemed colder than others. You wrapped yourself in cardigan, mentally cursing yourself for not bringing your jacket and slowed down. You liked walking alone losing in your mind. It gave you time to think things through.

It’s not a secret that only thing on your mind this morning was Castiel. You played last night in your head over and over again, probably a million times. Even with horrible hangover you still felt his lips on yours and, oh god, you wished this wasn’t your last kiss.

It all happened so quickly. When you first find out about Castiel being your soulmate, you hated him. You were sad, really sad and devastated. But most of all, you were angry. Angry at him because you weren’t his soulmate and angry at yourself for letting it destroy you.

But even with those negative feelings, bottled up inside you, you fell for Cas. It was slow and you didn’t think that loving him is possible until he was the reason you wanted to get up and keep going after a bad day. His kindness towards you melted your heart. His voice used to be annoying, but quickly you learnt to love it.

There were many things that you liked about him without even realizing. Mornings seemed dull and weird without the morning routine you two crated. Time passed by slower when he wasn’t around.

You kept convincing yourself that this isn’t true, that you’re imagining it. Slowly, but surely, Castiel burnt down the walls you built around yourself after losing your father. For the first time in forever you let a stranger come close, closer than you’d like.

“Look, look. I never expected to see little Winchester walk around without protection,” a cold, sleazy male voice broke your thoughts. “I guess I won jackpot today.”

You turned around, chills creeping up your spine. Your instinct didn’t let you down and when you turned to face the male, black eyes met yours.

“W-what do you want?” you asked, trying to sound brave, but failing miserably.

“What do I want?” the demon questioned, grin plastered on his face. “Right now, that’d be you missy. Actually I want your brothers and what’s the better way to bring them to me, than you?”

Castiel walked into the bunker, smile resting on his face. Ever since he left you sleep in, he couldn’t wait to come back to you.

If it wasn’t for the night he spent with you in his arms, he’d surely think that he imagined the kiss.

“Hey!” Castiel greeted Sam and Dean. He searched for you in the room, his smile falling slightly when he couldn’t find you.

“Hi!” Sam replied, but Dean ignored him.

Castiel cleared his throat. “Where is Y/N?” he asked, hoping not to sound desperate.

Sam smiled and he could swear that Dean did too. Both brothers had told him that they’d have nothing against him being with you, but Dean warned him not to hurt you. Not that Cas wanted that anyways.

Castiel liked you from the very start and the way you acted towards him at first, hurt him. But even then he couldn’t help but think how beautiful and pure you were.

“She, ugh…” Sam cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably.

“She what?” Castiel questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

Both brothers avoided looking at him and Castiel sensed tension in the room.

“What have you done?” he asked, getting angrier when he met Dean’s gaze.

“We had a small fight and she stormed off. Don’t worry though, it’s probably just PMS.”

Sam chuckled at Dean’s answer, but it wasn’t funny to Castiel. He felt his rage rise and it took all his power not to snap back at Dean.

“You’re lucky I wasn’t here, Dean.” Castiel threatened. “Where did she go?”

“I don’t know, Cas. She went on a walk, but I don’t know where she is.” Sam replied, scared for his brother’s safety.

It was crazy how overprotective Cas became when it came to you. Sam wasn’t used to it, but he could understand Castiel. He was just overprotective over Jess, if not more. But sadly it didn’t quite help him when demon decided to get rid of her.

“I’ll go look for her,” Castiel announced, turning just as he heard your prayers.

It was a whisper, barely heard, but he knew it was you and that you need help.

“Y/N…” he whispered. “She’s in trouble.”

“Hello fellas!” Gabriel’s voice interrupted his thoughts and shut down your prayers. “Did somebody die or what?” Gabriel chuckled, holding Tublerone in his hand.

“Y/N’s in trouble.” Castiel said seriously. “She needs our help.”

You woke up in a bright room, headache killing you even more than before.

You blinked quickly a few times, trying to adjust to the light, only to be interrupted by creepy voice.

“Look, look who woke up.” male voice said, laughing like he said something funny. “I thought that all Winchesters are tough, but it looks like you’re a black sheep of family.”

A man walked from behind, blade in his hands. “Are you going to say anything or are you going to keep quiet all the time.”

“I ain’t gonna tell you anything, you prick.” you stuttered, looking straight into his eyes.

“Really? I’m sure I’ll be able to talk you out of your decision.”

He walked to you, leaning blade on your cheek. “It’d be a shame to ruin that pretty face of yours, right?” he questioned with a wicked smile on his face. “No, actually it wouldn’t be. I don’t think I could ruin much.”

He walked away from you, playing with a knife. “I saw you and that angel yesterday…”

You felt your muscles tense when he mentioned Cas. Quickly you sent a prayer, hoping he’d hear you and come to save you.

“I’m not sure what he sees about you. He’s an angel and you are… some pointless human. You don’t have anything special, anything worth the effort.” Demon continued, and you felt your confidence fall.

“But you do know some interesting things. So what do you say we start with questions?”

“You’re not getting anything from me.” you all-but-yelled.

“Is that so?” Demon walked to you, leaning knife on your chest. He ripped your shirt with one movement, cutting your skin with it as well.

You screamed in pain, biting your lip when tears blurred your vision. It hurt, it hurt you so much, but demon only laughed, not caring about your pain.

His soul was dark and there was nothing good left in it.

“Are you sure?” he laughed, wiping his blade on your, now torn shirt.

Stubbornly, you nodded, sending another prayer to Castiel. He couldn’t let you down, not now.

Once again, demon ran a blade down your skin, creating a deep scar on your tights. You screamed once again, sobbing at the pain you felt. Tears streamed down your face, creating wet stain on the collar of your shirt.

“Cas, please.” you cried, now praying out loud.

“He’s not coming sweetheart. You better give up and tell me now, I’ll kill you quickly and painlessly. It’s not like anyone would miss you. They don’t love you, you know. For years you were just someone who made your brothers lives harder. And the angel… you’re just a fun for him. Nothing more”

You sobbed harder, when suddenly door burst open. Your head snapped up and you were sure that you’re dreaming.

“What have you gotten yourself into, Y/N?” Castiel mumbled. In a second he was next to demon, his hand on a demon.

“You better close your eyes, sweetheart!” you heard Gabriel yell.

That was the last thing you heard before you passed out from pain.

Maybe all of this has been just a hallucination. Maybe now you’re saved.

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What Am I Thinking?

Author’s Note: As requested by the lovely anon, part 2 of If You Only Knew.

Word Count: 1053

- Is there any information available about the Starks? – Natasha was expecting for that. Well, not exactly that way, but she was.

 - Is there a reason why you would want to know about the Starks, Wanda? – The redhead stared the brunette suspiciously.

 - It’s nothing bad, I swear. – She assured quickly, her eyes seemed sincere. – It’s just… I can’t read her mind. – The redhead frowned and the girl added quickly. – (Y/N)’s mind, I can’t read it. I sense a lot of pain coming from her, but I don’t know where it comes from. – Natasha thought for a second.

 - This has by any means something to do with your brother? – Wanda’s eyes widened.

 - Yes… He is curious, about what you said to him the other day. But is also something I was curious about. I know Pietro is short tempered but I can’t lie and say that I do not share his thoughts. We can’t deny what we saw the day our parents died. -  A bomb with Stark Industries logo on it. Yeah, everybody knew by now where came the twin’s hatred for the Starks. – But, after we came to the tower and I had the chance to see them, and live with them… I’m not sure about anything. (Y/N) seems like someone who doesn’t enjoy fights and even Anthony, he doesn’t seem like someone who would send a bomb to a civilian’s house. At least not when there’s no confront around. – Natasha pondered for a moment.

 - We have some files you could like to read.

 (Y/N) was in the training room punching and kicking the punching bag. She needed something to distract her of all the anger she was feeling. Years and years of ignoring the glares and comments about her life and the time of holding back were finally over. From now on if people wanted to talk about her and her family, fine, they could do it, but she weren’t going to stay quiet anymore.

 - I’m starting to think that you’re training to beat someone up. – And he had a good idea who she wanted to beat up. (Y/N) stopped to look at him.

 - Just trying to get in form, Cap. – Just like Tony, making jokes about everything. Steve shook his head giving in. He was about to say something when the twin’s entered the room, dressed in training clothes, and suddenly, the atmosphere in the room changed. Pietro and (Y/N) exchanged a not so friendly look before the girl unwrap her hands.

 - I think I’m done for today. – Steve couldn’t blame (Y/N) or the rest of the people training for their behavior when it’s was quite strange for him to see the twin’s around when not so long ago they were the enemy. They approached him quietly and he decided that was better to talk first.

 - Ok, Pietro you go with me and Wanda, - he looked around the room – I’m going to find someone to…

 - Actually, I was looking for (Y/N) to train with me. – By the look in her brother’s face, Steve wasn’t the only surprised by Wanda’s request. (Y/N) stopped mid action, her water bottle still on her lips when she turned to look at them. She looked at Wanda, then at Steve. Damm, he had to do something to stop the fire that could ignite in front of him any second from now.

 - Actually, (Y/N) was just…

 - No. – She interrupted him without moving from her spot. – It’s okay. I could use some more training. – The smile in Wanda’s face grew wider. And so did the death glare that Pietro was giving to (Y/N). – I just have to get some water and catch my breath a little. I will be back in a minute, five minutes top. (Y/N) looked at Wanda who gave her a nod, still smiling, she skipped looking at Pietro because she already knew he was death glaring her, he never looked at her without hatred in his sparkling blue eyes, and then looked at Steve, giving him a nod, letting him know that everything was alright. Then she turned to leave the room.

 Boy, it was going to be a long day.

 Tony kept captive. Ho Yinsen’s death. Shrapnel shell shardsin his chest. Arc reactor. Gulmira. Obadiah Stane. Ten Rings. Iron Man.

 That was a lot of information.

 - What are you doing? – Wanda’s voice startled him and he turned to look at her, a confused look on his face.

 - What does all of this mean?

 - This is none of your business, Pietro. – She tried to catch the papers from him, but he was way faster than her, in the blink of an eye he was on the other side of the table.

 - You’re hiding things from me now? – Her brother’s voice was filled with what she recognized as disbelief. She let out a heavy breath.

 - I can’t read her mind so I thought about other ways to know what is passing trough her mind. – Pietro knew who her sister was talking about, the Stark girl, whom she was growing closer day by day. He didn’t like that. Had she forgotten that (Y/N)’s father was responsible for theirs parent’s deaths? That they were responsible for them had become orphans? For them had applied to become HIDRA’s experiments?

 - And you weren’t supposed to let anyone read that. – The twins turned to see Natasha entering the room, arms crossed in front her chest.

 - Sorry. – Was everything Wanda could say. The widow started to pile the files when Pietro interrupted her.

 - Can I stay with this… For a while? – He asked looking straight in her eyes. God, what am I thinking, he thought for himself.

 - To what? Have more information to hurt (Y/N)? No, definitely no.

 - Please? – Something new appeared in his eyes and Natasha could name exactly what it was. Guilty.

 - You’ve already read it. – He didn’t say anything as she let him go with the files, Wanda following him short after.

 It was working. Natasha’s plan was starting to work. Wanda had already given in and was starting to get closer to (Y/N) and even Tony, now she had only Pietro to bend. And it had already started.