that was the moment I fell in love with his talent his voice and his face

Undercover - Jughead Jones

Hi! Could I get a Jughead x Reader imagine where the reader and Jughead are best friends, but the reader has feelings for Jughead but doesn’t tell him. One day she goes “undercover” to get info about Jason’s death for Jughead and he sees her undercover and realizes he has feelings for her, and then there’s some rated T action and fluff between them? Thanks!

I kinda twisted the meaning of it but it lead to *high pitched screaming*

Originally posted by squintlovely


Being best friends with Jughead Jones isn’t the easiest thing in the world. He’s not the friendliest person to begin with, but some can easily look past that, like yourself. You and Jughead had been close every since you could remember, but the summer before Sophomore year changed things. Jughead became more reclusive and less in touch with you. It all happened after Jason Blossoms’ death. The day before school started up again, you invited yourself over to his house. Needless to say, Jughead was surprised.

“Y/N?” He asked, the bags under his eyes telling you he must’ve just woken up. Despite the normal summer heat, he was wearing a loose sweater and sweatpants. Just seeing him again, after so long, made your heart flutter. You quickly pushed it down and regained your angry composure. “I haven’t seen you in months, Jug!” You said, obviously breaking him out of his tired state. He quickly pulled you inside his house, and you accidently bumped into his chest. It was so tempting to hug him, but you fought the urge and watched as he closed the door behind you. When he faced you, you saw how intense his gaze was. “I’m sorry about that, Y/N, I am.” He said, his tone serious. “I’ve been working on something,” he said as he walked past you, beckoning you to follow him. He lead you to his room then to his desk where an open laptop rested. Pages of text cluttered the screen and just by skimming through the document the words ‘Summer’, ‘Jason Blossom’, and ‘presumed dead’ caught your eye. You turned to face Jughead who stood, unmoving, next to you. “This is what you were doing?” You asked, turning back to study the words he had typed.

“Yeah, ever since I heard he was missing.” He muttered, but you couldn’t help but be amazed by your friend. His drive and dedication to his writing was eye-opening. You faced him once more with a grin on your features. “Do you need help?”

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blue orchids

hanahaki & soulmate au (reposted)

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst and a sprinkle of fluff
word count: 18.748
warnings: implied smut
disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

I am immensely thankful for the talented people who have created art / edits for this story: x, x, x, x, x, x make sure to check them out ♡


You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.

The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.

Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom. The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous— after all, you were just a girl that didn’t have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn’t decide their destiny on their own.

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anonymous asked:

Well, this is kinda angsty, but can I request a scenario where zen & mc are together and in the last rfa party zen slept with jaehee and after a few days jaehee couldn't deal with the blame and told mc in front of all rfa but MC pretended not to believe her (andthenrfa*cof*saeran*cof*tryingtocomforther). This is ridiculously specific, i know lolol but feel free if you don't want to do it, it's okay, or if you want to change anything just do it 😅 I love love love your blog and your writing ❤❤❤❤❤

Ok so this post actually ended up being realllly long and I don’t know how to do the ‘read more’ thing so I’m really sorry to anyone trying to scroll by
Oops 

And I’m so glad you like my writing, and I’m also really glad I got this request because at first I wasn’t sure how to write it (I basically ended up writing a fanfiction using bullet points haha oops) but I had a lot of fun doing it.

Disclaimer: I don’t think Zen would ever cheat and I actually don’t think Jaehee has any romantic feelings for him, just admiring adoration.

And I know you said I could change things
but it’s rlly angsty 
and I’m an angst monster and I kinda love it sooo i’m gonna keep it exactly how you wrote it  

let’s do it

  • Zen had always been flirty with you
  • And at some point..you had started flirting back
  • And soon it was more than flirting and you found yourself head over heels for each other
  • Constant phone calls too each other where you’d gush over how you wished you could see each other
  • Good morning and Goodnight texts
  • The occasional shameless flirt in the public chat
  • Once you two met at the first RFA party it was like a scene from a Disney movie, you two all but ran to each other and he swung you around once he snagged you in a tight embrace
  • Looking into his eyes you swore this could be love
  • He did too.
  • He really did swear he was in love with you
  • You were everything he had hoped and more
  • You were the person that woke him up everyday and put a smile on his face, you were the person that he thought of when love songs came on the radio, when he was on stage you were his muse, when he lay down to sleep at night you were the final thought in his head, and the first one in his dreams.
  • The next RFA party was a few months after you two had first met in person, only a couple months into your very happy relationship
  • You two had spent the first half of the night joined at the hip, happily enjoying each other’s company.
  • But somewhere throughout the nights timeline you both got distracted by separate guests and acquaintances and wandered away from each other.
  • Zen started drinking. Whoever he was talking to kept egging him on and the two of them were having a good ole time, which is rare for Zen in these occasions because the guests are usually upper class aristocrats like Jumin or if they are there for Zen, it’s as fans instead of friends
  • So he thought he’d treat himself
  • It got to be a bit much
  • The other guests were starting to notice and Jumin was not going to have the press covering Zen’s drunken gusto at an RFA event
  • “Assistant Kang,” Jumin sauntered over to Jaehee while keeping his eyes on Zen. “please escort Hyun to the back where he can cool down, out of the cameras’ lines of sight.”
  • “Of course, Mr. Han” And Jaehee was off. She was relieved that she had an excuse to get Zen out of the room, she too recognized the bad press that could follow this event but felt she hadn’t had the authority to tell Zen otherwise
  • But under the guise of Jumin’s will, she was able to convince Zen to head to the back so ‘Jumin wouldn’t bitch’ (in the words of the actor).
  • Soon it was just the two of them in the back room, Jaehee giving Zen water as he yanked at his shirt collar, complaining it was hot.
  • In his drunken shenanigens he managed to undo all his buttons at some point while Jaehee was getting more water, so she came back to shirtless Zen.
  • Zen knew those eyes.
  • As the assistant stared at his pectorals with a slight blush on her cheeks, he looked into her eyes and saw something
  • Adoration. Admiration. Want.
  • She wanted him.
  • Somewhere, deep in his psyche, behind the pseudo narcissist wall, 10 year old Hyun Ryu craved the attention. The positive attention his mom said he’d never get
  • He had you
  • But in that moment he had Jaehee too, and he couldn’t turn that down
  • Jaehee doesn’t even know how it initiated, she just recalls Zen pressing her against the wall and kissing her with a passion she’s never felt before.
  • His hands undoing the buttons of her shirt
  • His lips whispering praises of how she was not only successful, but also beautiful. And so sweet. And smart. And-
  • She almost cried. Someone as talented as Zen saw something so great in someone as plain as her? Impossible.
  • But he kept assuring her, and touching her, and loving her
  • Loving her the way he should have been loving you
  • The guilt hit her, but she watched it disappear as ecstasy took over
  • Zen passed out once they were both finished, pants undone and shirt wide open, but eyes closed and soft breaths flying in and out of his lips
  • Jaehee was wide awake though.
  • She was leaning against the wall, clothes messily pulled back on and tears threatening her eyes
  • The guilt was back and it felt like the weight of the world’s biggest mistake was sitting on her shoulders
  • She put her hands over her mouth as she stared at Zen, and she started crying when she thought of you.
  • “What have I done?”
  •  
  • After every party, the RFA gets together a few days later to go over logistics. What worked, what didn’t, who came, how to convince more people to come, etc
  • Jaehee’s heart dropped as you and Zen walked in together, a bright smile on your face, a blank slate on his.
  • No not blank
  • When Jaehee met his crimson eyes she saw it, the same thing he probably saw in her eyes: Guilt. Remorse. Regret.
  • She could barely stomach the feel as you greeted her and hugged her
  • “Jaehee! Good to see you! I feel like we didn’t get to talk much at the party thanks to someone making a little scene” As you pulled away you playfully rolled your eyes towards Zen. 
  • He just gave a nervous chuckle
  • Jaehee opened her mouth, ready to spill her guts, only to find it was dry as cotton. 
  • You gave her a quizzical look, ready to ask what was wrong, but Jumin’s voice interrupted with “Shall we begin?” looking pointedly at the three of you.
  • “Yahoo~” Seven cheered as he plopped down next to Saeran, who had recently been getting dragged along to all the RFA meetings, given he tended to just sit in the corner and pout.
  • Much like right now. He did little more than look at you and nod, which was as courteous a greeting as you were going to get with him.
  • Yoosung nodded, signaling everyone was ready, and the discussion began
  •  
  • You all were about 30 minutes into the conversation
  • Except for Jaehee
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about what happened the night of the party
  • She couldn’t stop looking at you and feeling guilty
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about telling you
  • “I need water” She stood up abruptly, startling everyone a bit
  • Jumin had a bit of an annoyed look on his face but conceded with “Fine. Quick 5 minute break for everyone”
  • Jaehee booked it to the kitchen
  • “Uh…I’m thirsty too.” Cue Zen bee-lining after her.
  • “Are you Okay??” He asked in a harsh whisper
  • “No I’m not okay!” Jaehee hissed back “We…we have to tell her.”
  • “No!” Zen’s eyes widened “No. You and I both know it was a mistake that will never happen again. She doesn’t need to know.”
  • “Zen if you love her-”
  • “I do love her!” He snapped back “I love her which is why I can’t lose her Jaehee. I know we messed up, I do. But..I can’t lose her over my mistakes” His eyes were pleading even more than his voice
  • Jaehee just stared into the crimson orbs, feeling the knot in her stomach grow. She just weakly nodded.
  • There was a moment of silence before she chugged her glass of water and turned to head back towards the living room where everyone was seated
  • She took a strong stride in
  • She bit her tongue
  • She was not going to-
  • You were the first face she met walking back in
  • Your smile welcoming her back to the circle
  • Your eyes cheery
  • Your heart open to her as it had been since the first day even when she treated you coldly.
  • Zen was right behind Jaehee and nearly bumped into her when she stopped dead in her tracks
  • “Jaehee?” You and he called at the same time, him due to her abrupt stop, and you because of the tears suddenly pouring from her eyes.
  • “Jaehee what’s wrong?” You rushed to her, attracting everyone’s attention
  • You caught Zen’s face from over her shoulder, his eyes wide. Knowing.
  • “M-MC” Jaehee choked out
  • “W-What is it?” You asked worriedly taking her trembling hands in yours
  • “MC” Her voice fell. There was just a moment of silence. Everyone in the room was looking, the outburst had even taken a hold of Saeran’s full attention.
  • “Zen and I…we’ve done something awful” 
  • You knew what she was suggesting but..no. No you didn’t. No way that’s what she meant you’re just confusing things.
  • “…What did you do?” You asked cautiously
  • Sniffling. Endless sniffling. You looked to Zen, who was pale and looked like he was also ready to cry.
  • “Zen…what happened?”
  • “I’m so sorry” He managed to get out before the lump in his throat clogged his vocal cords.
  • “At the party MC we- we had….” Jaehee couldn’t get the filthy three letter word out of her mouth
  • You dropped her hands and looked to Zen
  • “MC I’m so sorry” Zen repeated, his voice shaking even more
  • Everyone was quiet, waiting for your response
  • You had none. Just an empty stare and mouth slightly agape, waiting for words to come out of their own accord
  •  Finally they did
  • “This is a really cruel joke to play” You feigned a very obvious forced smile as your eyes blinked back tears “I never thought you guys would do such a thing..haha” You wiped a way a small drop ready to roll down your cheek
  • “MC!” Jaehee exclaimed “This isn’t-”
  • “Jaehee.” Your voice dropped. “I really don’t find this funny.”
  • “Neither do I!” The brown haired girl went to take your hand again but you pulled away
  • “And Zen” You turned to him “I don’t- I don’t know..how…” You couldn’t finish the sentence
  • They were everywhere. Pouring down your face, flooding your eyes, gathering in a small pool at your chin. It was an onslaught of tears rolling down your cheeks, choking your words, your thoughts, your everything.
  • “MC” Zen reached out to you, only to have his hand swatted away by yours.
  • You just stared at him and cried, forcing him to look you in the eyes as your faux smile fell to pieces. 
  • You felt a hand softly fall upon your shoulder, and you turned to see Seven looking at you, apologetic pity in his eyes. Saeran stood behind him, wearing an angrier version of his twin’s sentiment. 
  • “Let’s go for a ride, get some fresh air, huh MC?” The red head’s voice was soft
  • You softly nodded and let him guide you towards the door, not even able to muster up to energy to look back at Jaehee and Zen. 
  • Saeran did however, and he looked back towards the two with a face full of disgust, up until the moment he slammed the door
  • “what a good meeting” Jumin grumbled under his breath as he turned a disdainful eye towards Zen
  •  
  • You drove for a couple hours probably. Most of it in silence, but a comfortable one. You were in the passenger seat and Saeran was in the back, Seven at the wheel finding desolate roads and flying down them, giving the wind of your open window some sort of purifying feeling. It stung, but it felt good. Your hair whipped around and the land raced by and you occasionally sobbed but that was ok.
  • Eventually you found yourself back at the Chois’ place, sitting on the couch, staring at a TV playing a movie that you hadn’t been paying attention to for the last hour. Your mind was elsewhere, wondering what you had done wrong.
  • You looked at the carton of ice cream in your hand, only doing so because the sight of Saeran setting his own empty one on the coffee table had triggered you to remember Seven had given you your own carton to drown your sorrows in.
  • The redhead had actually gone out to buy more, so it was just you and Saeran on the black leather couch staring at the TV screen.
  • “Do you want this?” You offered the ice cream to Saeran who’s expression turned from bored to surprised, probably because you’d been silent for the past six hours aside from a sob here and there.
  • “You don’t want it?”
  • “I’m not hungry”
  • He stared at you and the carton for a second, his face unreadable.
  • He wanted to insist you eat the ice cream, because personally he found it to always make him feel better, but he figured you didn’t want to hear it.
  • He took the carton from your hands and placed it on the table in front of you two
  • Silence aside from the noise of the TV.
  • He cast a glance to you, only to find your eyes on the floor.
  • “doyou wantalk” You barely understood what he said it was so quiet
  • “What?” You looked to him
  • He thought you were asking out of surprise rather than inaudibility and “My therapist…he says that talking things out makes you feel better.” He looked indignant for a moment, likely remembering how stupid he felt when he rejected the idea only to find later that his therapist had been correct
  • “I…I have nothing to say” Your shell of a voice whispered
  • Saeran furrowed his brows at you. “Say you hate them”
  • “What?”
  • His voice raised a bit “You hate them don’t you? So say it. The therapist said talk about your feelings so start there. They’re scumbags who hurt you and deser-”
  • “No!” You’re voice hit a volume it hadn’t reached in hours. “I don’t hate them!”
  • Saeran was mixed with confusion and anger “What do you mean you don’t hate them? One of your best friends and your boyfriend fucked-”
  • There it was
  • Someone finally said it.
  • The hot tears made a return and began rolling down your cheeks as sudden sobs erupted from your mouth
  • Saeran was alarmed at the sudden show and tried to pinpoint the trigger. He supposes it could be his last sentence but it’s not as if it wasn’t something we all knew.
  • “I….I don’t hate them” You cried once the worst of the sobs subsided.”I don’t even think I want to hate them. I mean it’d be easier but…I don’t. Jaehee…it’s not her fault. She just..got wrapped up in it all. And she’s always liked Zen. How could she have said no. And he..he was drunk” You sputtered out your rationalizations to find that they only annoyed Saeran
  • “The Assistant should still no better. But fine. You know what? She’s not dating you, and clearly she triggered you finding out the truth. So let’s pretend she’s ok? What about the actor? I don’t care that he was drunk. There’s no excuse for him doing that!” The white haired boys voice had become louder and louder, fists clenching tighter and tighter as he began riling up old feelings of betrayal he once felt. “He abandoned you! He left you in the dust and for what? He failed you!”
  • You don’t know when it happened but Saeran had turned towards you and grabbed your hands, squeezing them tight in between his own. His mouth was contorted into some sort of snarl and you saw a fire raging behind his minty eyes. 
  • “Saeran..you’re hurting my hands” You squeaked out.
  • Your small voice dragged him out of whatever memory he was reliving and he sort of faded back into reality with a few blinks of his eyes before turning his attention to his hands. He let go of yours and in a flat voice uttered a “sorry”.
  • You guys were silent again, just staring at the floor, both living in whatever sad memory chose to cross your brains.
  • “You deserve better is all” He finally said.
  • “I know” You replied, voice empty of any real feeling.
  • You looked up, staring at the TV but not actually watching as a man on a horse offered a hand towards a young woman. “I just can’t stop thinking about him. About the him I fell in love with. Is he really gone?”
  • Saeran followed your gaze to the TV, looking on as the girl hopped on the horse. “I think so. That’s assuming he was the guy you thought he was at any point.”
  • “He was.” You said, a little defensive. Saeran looked towards you, watching your emotionless expression, knowing that there was a storm underneath despite the calm appearance. He knew because he often did the same, rocking a stoic appearance while watching all hell break loose in his own head.
  • “Is this the part where I say ‘It gets better’?” 
  • “Do you believe that it does?”
  • “Not a fuckin’ chance” A bitter smirk twisted his lips 
  • “I appreciate the honesty” You sighed
  • “Not in the way that we think it will anyway” He looked off into space somewhere.
  • “Hm?” You turned to him
  • “Everyone imagines that one day soon they’re going to wake up and suddenly it’s not going to hurt anymore. That there’s gonna be a day when you don’t think about this. You’re always gonna think about it. You’re always gonna wonder what you did wrong. Why God hates you. What things would be like if it didn’t happen.”
  • “You don’t think that there can be a day when it all feels ok?” You ask, partially to heal your hopeless heart, and partially because you see Saeran is projecting his own feelings and you’re curious to know how he feels.
  • “Maybe. I haven’t hit it yet though. Doubt I will.” 
  • You stared as he looked off into the distance, feeling as if you could see the scenes of his past playing in his eyes.
  • You were just about to recede back into your ball of depression and hopelessness before he spoke again and took your attention
  • “But that’s me. You’re…you, MC” your questioning look prompted him to continue “You’re…a good person.”
  • “You are to-” You went to say but he cut you off by turning and leaning towards you with a new intensity in his face.
  • “Not like you. If at all” He scoffed. “ You though, everyone loves you. And they’re right too. Because…” suddenly he stopped himself, seeming to turn a little shy.
  • “Because?” You wanted, no, needed to hear this.
  • He gulped down his fear and turned his eyes to the side, unable to look at you as he delivered his next few words, scared of you seeing through him even more than you usually do. 
  • “MC, you’re..everything. You’re smart, you’re cute, and you’re …kind. You always know what to say to help everyone. And that’s the thing. You try to help people, even people trying to hurt you…” His eyes turned back to you “You saw a good in me even when I didn’t. You risked your life to help my brother to save me. You’re…kind of like an angel.”
  • You just stared, taken aback by such kind words, from Saeran of all people. 
  • You were right to be surprised, he wasn’t usually this smooth in conveying his feelings verbally…there must have just been something about you that made it easy for him to talk.
  • “If it gets better for anyone, it’ll be for you, MC” He reached for your hand out of instinct, but pulled back instantly when your skin touched, as if he just realized what he was doing. His eyes did the same, it looked like he just realized how vulnerable he was in that moment, and a sort of wall was raised behind his irises and his whole body tensed a bit.
  • He was scared of being rejected.
  •  …
  • Your hand slowly reached out to his, which was floating in the space between you two, and when he didn’t pull back, you interlaced your fingers together. 
  • A look of awe decorated both of your faces.
  • “Thank you…Saeran.” The light of the TV bounced off your wet eyes, making them look extra glossy.
  • The boy just looked at you, wide eyed, apprehensive for a moment, then nodded and tightened his grip on your hand. It wasn’t the same anger induced bear trap grip from when he grabbed them before. Now it was just firm, reassuring, like a hug.
  • “MC…things will get better for you. If not? I’ll make them.” He gave a subtle squeeze of the hand, giving you the nostalgic feeling of a pinky promise.
  • “You already did.” You let your head, heavy from spinning and sobbing all day, fall on his shoulder.
  • He just looked at you for a moment, before taking a deep breath a pulling you closer, his free hand rubbing your back gently. 
  • Maybe he was wrong
  • Maybe things would get better for him too
Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Chap. 8)

Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off -Reader signs up for an online app similar to Omegle, but little does she know that she’s talking to the one and only Sebastian Stan.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Oral sex (female receiving). Fluff. Sebastian being a sexy beast. Slight secondhand embarrassment. NSFW. 

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Not The Romantic Type

Prompt: After being labeled as a ‘non-romantic’ by the reader, Digger Harkness tries to prove the reader wrong by planning a cliche Valentines Day date.

Pairing: Captain Boomerang X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, sexual suggestion, but mostly fluff galore!

Originally posted by heartofdevastation

Digger Harkness was certainly a man of many talents and you were lucky to be able to call him yours. In one afternoon he could build you a wooden table and four sturdy chairs. He could drink an entire 12 pack of beer and still speak impressively coherently. He made the best damn grilled cheese in the world and never failed to make you laugh until tears were streaming down your face.

He was everything you could ask for and more! The only quality you could say he lacked was a romantic side… Which wasn’t a bad thing? He was sweet when he wanted to be and definitely an affectionate son of a bitch. But, as Valentines day was begin to creep up on you and all the heart shaped boxes of chocolates were on sale at the store you couldn’t help but to feel, well… Like you were missing out on something?

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After Hours - Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: Based on the prompt: “I have a key to the theatre, and sometimes I go there when I need to think. Apparently so do you.”

Words: 5,296 (ren and i are just…yeah)

Warnings: Swearing. 

A/N: From Ren (@alexanderhamllton- Guys, it happened!!! Here’s my first collab with Liv, which I’m so so excited about, we wrote the whole thing in one afternoon and I couldn’t be more proud of the result. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do <3

From Liv - I am still dizzy from how much I enjoyed writing this. I finally had the honour of collaborating with Ren (aka real human sunshine) and it was so much more than I could have ever hoped for. Honestly, it is amazing. Happy reading!

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There is something very beautiful about a theatre without an audience. It is filled to the brim with potential, all these seats just waiting to be filled, an empty stage that could become an entirely different universe. The lights are dimmed down, and from inside a deserted Richard Rodgers, it is as if the entire world has stopped spinning.

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Destruction Of A Muse [Part 1]

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Requested by: Anonymous

Hey! Can I request a scenario where you’re in your last year of uni doing literature and lose your motivation, and it’s not till you meet a talented musician you get your ambition back? I’m yoongi biased so if it’s him that’d be fab! Thankyou!! 💞

You cupped your hands over your face, your index fingers rubbing back and forth along the bridge of your nose. Your eyes stung from staring at the white light of your laptop screen and your skull was throbbing with how much thought you were putting into your essay. A quick glance to the clock at the bottom right of the screen had a grown falling from your lips; 4;27 a.m., in two hours, you’d have to be getting ready for class. Dropping your hands to the desk with a thud, you glared at the still mostly blank word document, the cursor blinking at you as if taunting you that you hadn’t made it move in the last hour and a half or so.

This was your last essay before your thesis; you were so close to getting your Master’s that you could feel it barely brushing against your fingertips. But the last few months had been overbearing to say the least; your parent’s had announced that they would be getting a divorce just weeks after the semester started, you got fired from your longtime, paid internship because you were being accused of stealing office supplies–which you weren’t, by the way–and then your boyfriend informed you over Christmas break that he’d been seeing someone else and that your three year relationship was now over. So your studies weren’t really on the forefront of your mind, to say the very least.

You sucked in a long breath, and let it out in a huff through your nose. You did still have a week before you had to hand this in, so all hope was not lost. Things just really weren’t looking good for you at the moment. Your fingers tapped a rhythm out against your space bar, your touch too light to press the key down and make that forsaken blinking cursor nudge over and stop silently mocking you. The sound of your scoff shattered the silence of your apartment, almost making you jump. You needed some kind of distraction, and at this hour, pickings were slim.

Your lips pursed in thought, your fingers slowly walking along your desk, tracing the side of your phone before picking it up. A quick swipe with the pad of your thumb had your home screen greeting you, the brightness doing nothing beneficial for your already sore–and most likely reddened–eyes. You tapped the name of the one person who you had no doubt would be awake at this ungodly hour:

“Some people are trying to sleep, you know, Y/N.” Namjoon’s deep voice fluttered into your ear, not sounding the least bit groggy.

“Were you one of those people?” You ask, your hoarse voice giving away how obviously sleep-deprived you were.

A pause. “No, but I could have been.” You chuckled on your end, the laugh only lasted mere seconds. “What’s up?”

“I’m unmotivated trash and I’m going to flunk and not get my Master’s degree and I’ll end up having to sell my kidney to make rent money.” Your head fell back against your chair, your upper body slouching slightly.

Namjoon snorted into your ear. “You could go into acting with all that drama spilling from your mouth.”

“Shut up.” You grumble, one foot planted on the ground to pivot you back and forth in your chair. “You’re getting the highest marks in class, you don’t get to have an opinion.”

“So, you called because?” He tried to sound fed up, but there was a lilt of humour in his voice that gave him away.

“Because I’m sad, and I need my Joonie to cheer me up.” You whined, a subconscious pout pulling out your bottom lip despite the fact that he couldn’t see you.

“You’re sad, are you?” You hummed an affirmation. “Well… I have a show tomorrow night, why don’t you come along? Could be fun. Watch me looking great and being extremely talented on a grimy collection of wooden skids covered in a sheet, also known as the stage.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous depiction, but a part of you was really intrigued by the idea. Namjoon shared his love of literature with you, of course. After all, you two were getting the same degrees. But he had another side of him; he was an underground rapper and although he shared some of his lyrics with you from time to time and told you about his shows on occasion, you’d never been invited to see him in action.

“I’d love to.”

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dad!mingyu

Originally posted by hanwooz

this concept has, does, and will forever internally Scar Me. read at ur own risk…..

  • also this got really real super fast hang in there reader
  • mingyu and mijoo
  • mijoo and mingyu
  • they met at recess on the first day of 4th grade 
  • when mijoo fell down and scraped her knee from a rock on the grass hill overlooking the school
  • and mingyu heard her voice like a chime of a bell
  • and ran to the source of it, careless of who it belonged to 
  • until he found her, crouching over her leg, wiping away tears and smoothening out her bangs
  • the first thing he thought was 
  • aw, there’s a girl crying, i should help her 
  • the second was 
  • she is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen
  • so he walked over to her, ignoring the slamming of his heart against his chest
  • plucked a wildflower amongst a hundred of them, sat down in front of her, tucked her hair behind her ear,
  • and placed the flower right behind it
  • mijoo looked up through her wet lashes to face the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen with a smile so kind she forgot why the scrape on her knee hurt so much 
  • from then on, the two were absolutely inseparable!! 
  • little mingoo would pluck her a bouquet of wildflowers every year for her birthday until they were 14 and he finally realized that he’s aLLERGIC TO THE WILDFLOWERS JFC MINGYU
  • went through the puberty stages together like pimples yes growth pains yes awkward pants that would rise above the ankles yes hormones yes first crushes yes and puberty YES
  • both miraculously got hot in high school and went on to date several people but still maintained their close close close friendship
  • they shared their hopes and their goals and their dreams with each other 
  • mijoo had always wanted a job in animation and art, and mingyu was extremely talented and hopeful in a career in business 
  • mijoo had a job working for a company that illustrated children’s books, and early that senior year, mingyu found a position in his co-operative education at one of the biggest financial investment companies in the city
  • both had unlimited potential and shared every moment of it with each other
  • tbh best friends probs wasn’t even the right term to describe it like 
  • they were just lovers but without the lust 
  • but honestly since the very first day they saw each other 
  • they already knew 
  • that they were somehow meant to be together
  • mingyu was the first to realize it one day, lying in bed, taking a nap with best friend wonwoo at the desk next to the bed 
  • when the realization smacked mingyu in the face, like fuck am i in love with her?
  • and bolted up so hard he banged his wrist against wonwoo’s desk, spilling his coffee all over his textbook and spraining his own wrist
  • death stares from wonwoo
  • non-stop pestering to his 12 best friends
  • “guys i think i’m in love with her”
  • “do i tell her??” 
  • “WHAT’S LOVE HOW DO I KNOW I’M IN LOVE IF I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT IS”
  • “guys what do i do”
  • “guys i think i’m in love with her”
  • “guys i’m scared”
  • “guys what do i do”
  • “gu–”
  • “mingyu, juST OIFDJGSOIDFGJSDOIFGJSDJFGO”
  • ^ probably wonwoo/minghao
  • mingyu was convinced it was just him feeling this way, bc why else would he have had the urge to place that wildflower behind her ear in the first place??
  • it was just a one-sided crush, he reminded himself everyday. it’ll go away.
  • until one day 
  • class president!jisoo decided on the last day of senior year 
  • to throw a party for all the seniors
  • “jisoo??? is throwing the party???”
  • “i thought he was all a jesus??? button the top button??? good christian type?? boy??”
  • “i can hEAR YOU SOONYOUNG”
  • everyone was surprised it was jisoo but he promised that it would just be drinks, some nice music, and mingling 
  • well that night mijoo wanted to have fun and made sure mingyu was there to watch over her 
  • so she tooks shots
  • and shots and shots 
  • SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS im sorr ry 
  • and drank way more than she absolutely should have for someone her size 
  • mingyu honestly was having a good time himself and didn’t seem to think mijoo needed that much support, since she never was that big of a party-er
  • until by a little over one am he found her stretched out on the bathroom floor, head over the toilet, heaving out her guts 
  • he held her hair back and brushed her teeth in jisoo’s sink before realizing it was probably a good idea to drive her home 
  • on the drive home, she was still absolutely drunk and began to say things that would then change his life forever
  • “hey mingyu”
  • “yes mijoo”
  • “you’re a really good friend”
  • “thanks i know”
  • “… and i think i’m in love with you”
  • BOY DAMN NEAR RAN INTO A TREE 
  • he had a million questions
  • until it hit him that she was drunk 
  • and it probably meant she didn’t mean a single word 
  • so for the rest of the ride to her house, his head was rigid on his shoulders and stared at the dark road ahead, ignoring the flustered, rosy-cheeked, warm and utterly beautiful girl sitting in his passenger seat 
  • who he’s been in love with since he was nine and who had just drunkenly and stupidly confessed her love back
  • his knuckles were turning white 
  • but before he broke the poor steering wheel in half, he made it to her house and quickly went over to her side of the door before the poor girl accidentally opened it herself and fell through it
  • she landed into the crook of his arms and he couldn’t help but feel that she fit there perfectly 
  • and somehow the two of them were able to maintain their balance to walk up the steps and onto the porch 
  • he unlocked her door with her key and led her up the stairs to her bedroom
  • the entire house was dark and the doors to her parents’ and sisters’ rooms were closed, implying they weren’t even home 
  • which made mingyu even more scared bc that would mean he would have to stay behind and take care of her and make sure she’s ok in her sleep
  • until they reach the doorway of her bed when she turned around and looked at him dead in the eye
  • it was fascinating to mingyu how the mere sight of her could send him buckling down to his knees at her feet 
  • those flustered cheeks, shining eyes, messy hair and rosy lips drew him in and he found himself unable to look away
  • “will… will you stay?” 
  • her words were clear and coordinated, sounding sure in itself, as if she wasn’t the same girl that was barely able to stumble up the four steps to her porch 
  • he must’ve taken a long time to process her words, and when he did, and was about to say yes ofc you dummy i have to take care of you 
  • she leaned on her tip toes and capture his lips in hers
  • as if that wasn’t enough, every ounce of his self control and pride shredded to pieces when she swiped her tongue across, whimpered and pulled away, whispering a barely audible, “please.” 
  • mingyu felt his world fall apart and piece back together all in a mere second and had no hesitation making his decision
  • whispering back a barely audible, “i love you”, which she undoubtedly heard, though he’d thought she hadn’t, he reattached his lips back onto hers and led her inside the room, blocking out the world on the outside of the door 
  • that night was spent rushed and hasty the first time and slow and calculating the others, all the while never forgetting to whisper his new favourite words in her ear whenever she wanted to hear it 
  • weeks pass after that night and everyone is thrilled the two hottest seniors finally “got their head out of their ass and confessed”
  • “thank u for that seungcheol” 
  • some more weeks pass 
  • and mijoo, currently in a happy place she’d never imagined possible before, began to notice changes in her body
  • stretch marks began to show on her toned thighs, she’d feel extreme discomfort on the treadmill at the gym after just 30 minutes of cardio, her eating habits began to change, she’d notice significant weight change and always seemed to be moody
  • she shared these abnormalities with her sister 
  • and mid-sentence discussing the eating habits, she froze and nearly fell to her knees
  • there was no way 
  • and as she feared, later that night, at her kitchen table with her boyfriend, clueless and munching on some pretzels, whiffing through a magazine, she slid the pregnancy test across the table, stood up, and walked upstairs 
  • it took him a second 
  • until he realized what the two lines meant
  • 19 years of age
  • and both of them were going to be parents 
  • he dropped every single item in his hand that clattered to the table before turning and speeding up the stairs two steps at a time to her room to find her on her knees, crying
  • his initial reaction was to freak out, of course 
  • what 19-year-old was ready to have kids? 
  • the money, fuck, the housing, their parents, the delivery; there were too many things to consider
  • but as he saw her there, crouching and crying and afraid 
  • he felt that he couldn’t be like that too
  • what world would this child be born into if neither of their parents wanted them? 
  • he slowly bent down to her and cupped her face, wiping away the tears with the pads of his thumbs and promised every single promise he could’ve possibly come up with 
  • he had to protect her and the child she was carrying 
  • so for the next few months mingyu did absolutely everything he could to be prepared 
  • thought of names, bought extra food in case of cravings, read books on the changes in a woman’s body during and after childbirth, sex during a pregnancy bc bOI
  • started taking double shifts at this office job he found downtown now that mijoo stopped working 
  • breaking news to the parents was difficult 
  • mingyu’s was a tad more supportive but mijoo’s were absolutely appalled and refused to acknowledge mingyu any longer 
  • mingyu didn’t know how he was able to go on, but he forced himself to 
  • until the day came around for their first ultrasound
  • and just as mingyu was searching for a healthy pair of two hands and two feet
  • he found… four?
  • his breath was cut short when the doctor turned to them, beaming
  • “well, mijoo, looks like you guys are parents to twins”
  • the doctor announced boy and girl twins, and upon hearing the news and figuring out what the two figures were, mingyu began jumping up and down in joy and was almost in the verge of tears 
  • only to look down on the ultrasound bed to see his girlfriend staring at the monitor 
  • in utter despair and fear 
  • mijoo had already been disappointed by the initial pregnancy, knowing nothing good comes out of being a young mom and she had to now put her dreams on hold
  • but now expenses were going to be doubled 
  • clothing, food, beds, chairs, toys, everything had to be more
  • it wasn’t until the third trimester of the pregnancy that it really  got difficult for the two of them 
  • they had to move in with mingyu’s parents, much to mijoo’s parents’ dismay, so his mother could help out 
  • they would go to bed together every night 
  • to mingyu waking up at 3am each time to see her back to him, shaking and silently weeping 
  • she would slowly avoid his embraces when the two of them spent time together 
  • mingyu noticed these, but still did his best to put a smile on his face every morning and face the hatred from her parents and the coldness from his own girlfriend 
  • so smiling and staying positive turned into breaking down into sobs and clutching his chest on the bathroom floor at 2am when the epiphany of how difficult it was going to be would hit him 
  • the babies were born during spring break, in march
  • mingyu held the two in his arms, the boy now named jiho and the girl now named jiyoung, and suddenly felt as if the mental breakdowns in his bathtub and desperately running to the convenience store across the street for mijoo’s cravings before she went insane were maybe worth it after all 
  • around the two month mark, mingyu noticed the actions of mijoo came back
  • would immediately toss the crying children to mingyu and bolted from the room, panicking and in fear of not knowing how to console her own children 
  • would nudge mingyu awake when wailing started coming from the other room at 5am 
  • often found herself frustrated with the kids when they wouldn’t follow her instructions and as the months went by
  • she just didn’t know how to connect, and of course, being two young parents, neither of them knew that this was a form of post partum depression
  • when the kids were 9 months old, mingyu awoke to the sound of jiyoung desperately wailing and jiho whimpering beyond belief 
  • went to the kitchen to find a single note that was written in a handwriting he learned to memorize every curve and swipe of 
  • “we would’ve gotten married in another lifetime, you know. tell the kids i’m sorry. i know i just have to do this. i love you forever, my mingyu. - mijoo.”
  • and that was it 
  • she left him 
  • the love of his life, the mother of his children 
  • gone 
  • he walked up the stairs to the sound of the crying, but went past the room with the kids, knowing he couldn’t face them right now 
  • he opened the door to his parents room, now sitting up and sleepily wiping their eyes, confused why the kids were crying so early in the day
  • with the note still in his hand and his life shattered, he climbed into his parents’ bed like he was a child and wept in his mom’s arms
  • now breakdowns in the washroom turn to openly crying as he rocks both wailing babies in his arms trying to get them to bed
  • work turns into taking so many extra shifts his body fails to support him and he just sleeps on his keyboard in his little cubicle sometimes 
  • but his parents take the kids to the village or other relaxing, vacation places at the end of every month and on every holiday so they have a chance to experience things like other kids do 
  • uncle soonyoung and uncle seungcheol always offer to babysit and look after the kids until dusk if mingyu is running behind at work, trying to pick up as many hours and money as he possibly could 
  • uncle wonwoo becomes their favourite uncle 
  • uncle jeonghan always brings by takeout whenever the fridge is out of food 
  • uncle seungkwan IS ALWAYS BULLIED 
  • “MINGYU U NEED TO GET UR ASS HOME THEY’RE LITERALLY HOLDING SEUNGKWAN HOSTAGE”
  • before mingyu could even calculate it, the years go by and it’s time for preschool, which his parents helped to pitch in for to get them into a good one 
  • and for the first time in a long time, mingyu realizes things have actually been going ok and he wasn’t in this completely alone
  • his best friends and his parents and sister never failed to remind him of that
  • he’s been spending much more time alone with them ever since he became a single dad and have learned to understand and connect with his kids
  • the older twin, named jiho, was the definition of warm
  • the easiest baby on the face of the earth, would eat anything he had to, never fussed as much as most babies would, would sleep all through the night, giggled at anything that moved, and loves his papa beyond words
  • the girl twin, jiyoung, was a little more boisterous than that
  • would flip her food and laugh a huge belly laugh just seeing the look of despair on her dad’s face
  • loved causing trouble and smacking her brother in the face but pretending to be cute when her dad scolds her 
  • the two complimented each other well and mingyu didn’t even realize when he became the dad that would be so typical so and gushy and smile at the way they interacted with one another as he just stands in the doorway and watches them 
  • so first day of preschool begins
  • did i mention mingyu also happens to be the stylish father on the face of the earth
  • ever see those videos of dads struggling to braid his daughter’s hair 
  • or not knowing what to dress his kid 
  • nOT KIM MINGYU NOPE 
  • fucking dutch braids his daughter’s hair
  • puts his son in a dress shirt and nice sweater over 
  • they roll into school looking like they actually have their shit together
  • when actually
  • mingyu woke up 45 minutes late and foRGOT THEY HAD SCHOOL EVEN THOUGH HE’S BEEN HYPING IT UP FOR A WEEK IT LITERALLY JUST SLIPPED HIS MIND 
  • didn’t even brush his teeth and just fucking bursted into the kids room 
  • to find them already up and cleaned, waiting for their outfits of the day
  • and mingyu just sighs of relief like why are my kids smarter than i am 
  • but yes preschool
  • NOW HERE COMES YOU 
  • sorry that took such a long time here we go 
  • you’re the homeroom teacher for the kids and this is ur third year of teaching, yet somehow, the first days still give u the butterflies
  • so u wait patiently behind ur desk, going through the plan for the day, meeting the parents and such, and trying to calm your nerves
  • and hoped that the school year would turn out good 
  • you wondered about the kids in ur class
  • you wondered about the good ones, the ones that always greeted you through the door and never peed themselves
  • you wondered about the bad ones, the ones that LITERALLY used you as a canvas for their painting 
  • you wondered about the parents and how the crop each year keeps getting scarier and scarier–
  • “ah-cHOO”
  • “sh, dad, you’re way too loud”
  • “oh…. .. .. SORRY,… whispers …. hi there!”
  • your thoughts are interrupted when you see three figures walk into the doorway, two kids around the same height and a towering young man in a dress shirt and some nice jeans and converse
  • immediately your first thought was that wow he seemed so young??? and the kids looked like carbon copies of him so they’re absolutely his kids
  • and you were about to say something, but suddenly and uncontrollably
  • you just bursted out laughing
  • and the little girl and boy both tilted their heads to the side at the same time adorably, looking at you weird 
  • and sputtering and trying to catch ur breath, you were like
  • “ahah ahh why–why are you whispering?” 
  • it didn’t hit you until 2 secs later that that was .. … so …. Embarrassing…
  • you could’ve introduced urself but u just cackled like nice going y/n nice nice 
  • the father just turned a dark hue of red before rubbing his neck and gave a smile so shy you suddenly began to feel redness in ur neck as well
  • but u cleared ur throat and introduced urself regardless
  • “hi there! i’m y/n and i’ll be the homeroom teacher for classroom 4A this year!!”
  • mingyu led the two into the room, the girl strutting and smiling in awe at every single colour around in the room and the boy shyly hiding halfway behind his dad’s leg
  • “this,” he pointed to the girl, already picking up crayons and a paper, “is jiyoung. she’s… quite boisterous”
  • “and this,” he pointed to the boy, “is jiho, who’s a little bit more shy but i promise, will never cause you trouble,” patting his head lovingly
  • and he looks up at you, “and i’m mingyu, their dad!” and extended his hand 
  • you feel your breath catch in ur throat because wow
  • what a beautiful thing in front of ur eyes rn 
  • reaching out to shake ur hand
  • and smiling so kindly 
  • rip reader
  • so you shake it and only days after, when u were folding laundry at home with some reality tv show in the background, replaying that iconic moment over and over, that you suddenly recall
  • … didn’t he sneeze directly into his hand that time????
  • ANYWHO
  • he explained how he sometimes has work shifts that could possibly stretch a little later than the time the school closes on weekdays, so either his parents or sister will pick him up 
  • “OR UNCLE WONWOO!!!” jiyoung adds from the background
  • and you tell him it’s absolutely fine and you won’t even mind staying behind just to make sure the kids are rested before they’re picked up if it comes down to the last resort and no one can pick him up 
  • and if u thought his smile was kind before
  • bro
  • u aint seen dis one 
  • cause this one started from his eyes
  • they glistened for a quick second before he looked down shyly
  • then back up at you, canines flashing and eyes shimmering, almost astounded at your response
  • as if he was relieved and grateful somehow
  • and from the way you see the dark circles under his eyes and the quick, messy push of his hair from getting ready this morning, to him later being the only father at the orientation and sneaking in funny faces at his twins sitting in the front row, to him reading through each and every sentence in the pamphlet of the curriculum for the kids you gave it, you had an abnormal itch to ask him about more 
  • but knew that you couldn’t bc it would be rude 
  • so thats how you meet kim mingyu, father of kim jiho and kim jiyoung of classroom 4A 
  • so from then on, for the first week, though you learn to practice names and memorize likes, dislikes, tendencies, and personalities of the girls and boys in your class, your mind keeps drifting off to the tall, young boy that, because of his kids, was seemingly way beyond his years 
  • and for all but one, you are met every single day after school for months by a rushing mingyu in his office attire and dangling briefcase, always almost out of breath, there to pick his kids up without remembering to thank you a million times first 
  • and as he waits for the other teachers to assist the kids with their jackets and backpacks, you guys always have these 1-minute conversations 
  • “so how were they today?” 
  • “they were good! jiho, as usual, had the cleanest painting of all”
  • “that’s my boy!”
  • “and jiyoung actually tried to hit on this boy named namhyuk today during rece–”
  • “sh E WHA T”
  • leans on the gate too hard and falls through straight onto the floor 
  • and somehow scrambles up to pick up the kids, now dressed and ready and confused why their dad is freaking out and flat on the floor 
  • scoops both of them up in both his arms, walks towards his car after shouting a “goodBYE Y/N I HAVE BUSINESS TO TAKE CARE OF”
  • and starts lecturing jiyoung as they make their way to the car
  • “whyareyoualreadyhittingonboysyoureliterallytheeyearsoldifanythingtheyshouldbehittingonyouandyoushouldntbedoinganythingthatiscatchingtheirattentionnodatingandnoboysuntilyouturnlikethirtydoyouunDERSTANDmeyounglady”
  • and almost everyday is a spectacle for you, whether it be him putting on his best effort to scold jiyoung for accidentally writing on the board in permanent marker or when jiho, in an effort to be nice, wanted to lick his deskmate’s face to “help him get the crayon mark off”
  • but a few weeks after that, you were informed that work had become extra busy and it was his sister, minseo, or best friend, wonwoo, that would come by and pick them up 
  • and you havent seen mingyu in a while 
  • but you kind of just brush it off 
  • cause it’s stupid crush on a parent that just happens to be attractive and freaking adorable with his kids ugh 
  • until its friday night and you were feeling sick so had to call in for that day
  • and after a whole day spent of wheezing and coughing and sweating and sleeping, you dragged ur ass to the grocery store to make some stew bc god u needed it 
  • and u walk into the canned aisle to find some spam to put into the stew
  • when ur face to face with 
  • a human ladder
  • and you see
  • mingyu with jiho stacked on top of him and jiyoUNG ON TOP OF JIHO
  • AND YOU SCREAM IN SHOCK BC OMG MINGYU BUT ALSO OMG PLS DONT FALL AND DIE 
  • and they just look over at you so freaking casually and ??? until !!! IT’S MS. Y/N!!!
  • AND YOU’RE LIKE OMG PLS DONT FALL BE CAREFUL
  • and mingyu can’t even say anything back 
  • bc little did you know 
  • after a few weeks of being caught up in so many shifts,
  • he came today to pick up his twins to find you not there 
  • but guess what today was 
  • valentine’s day
  • and guess what he was holding
  • fLOWERS 
  • and he promised himself it was just a gift from the kids to her and nOTHING ELSE 
  • so when he hung his mouth open, speechless and stuttering, jiyoung just rolled her eyes at her obviously pathetic, crush-ridden dad and explained
  • “dont worry miss!! we do this all the time!! jiho just really wanted some canned beans, but they always stack it way too high for us”
  • you were still concerned but saw jiho nod at you, so you knew that if he approved, it was all good LOL
  • so you were like phew ok!!!
  • mingyu gets himself together after putting the kids down and finally says hi to you
  • and tries to suavely, casually, coolly be like
  • “so, ahem, um, why weren’t you, you know, at school today… yeah?”
  • behind the rack of ranch dip jiho just sighs and jiyoung facepalms 
  • you explain you haven’t been feeling well and just needed some time to rest
  • until he was like oh so you’re not doing anything for valentine’s day??
  • and you just blank
  • bc omg you forgot???
  • and you’re both just standing there awkwardly, absorbed in your own thoughts of each other, until jiyoung bursts in with her fucking superhero cape and is like 
  • “hey, ms. y/n, how about you come over for dinner tonight!! you’re not feeling well so you shouldn’t cook”
  • and you immediately want to decline bc you’re also a .. .. . huge eater… … and kim mingyu must never ever ever ever see that side of you 
  • until mingyu lights up and nods his head like an overexcited puppy, going, “yes yes! come! my parents are out of town and i’m a pretty good co–” and then realizes what he could’ve meant when he says his parents are out of town
  • “i MEAN EVEN IF MY PARENTS WERE HOME YOU COULD STILL COME OVEVR YOU KNOW like it’s just the house would be quieter and we can be as loud as we want wHAT I M EAN”
  • “dad pls just . .. .”
  • and you’re doubled over laughing once more at the antics of the kims, until little jiho tugs on the sleeve of your sweater and shoots you those puppy eyes
  • and you know you can’t decline 
  • so that’s how you ended up in the kitchen of the mingyu household 
  • and witnessed the most amazing sight you’ve ever seen
  • jiyoung was propped up on a chair, reaching for the bowls and opening drawers for utensils before neatly climbing down and setting them on the dinner table
  • and jiho was sitting on the counter beside his dad, helping sort vegetables, choose ingredients and gigging at his dad’s occasional vegetable puns
  • “hey, jiho, what is green and sings? elvis PARSLEY”
  • i just fucking cant w kim mingyu
  • but mingyu
  • mingyu
  • if you hadn’t admitted your crush on him then, you cerTAINLY FUCKING DID NOW 
  • with an apron tied neatly in the back by jiyoung and his sleeves rolled up by jiho (can u imagine so f uck ign cut ete), he worked with hands so fast and diligent you began to just drown in the sight of him 
  • and noticed how this entire family worked like a well-oiled, loving machine
  • he beckoned you to come over and try some 
  • and you actually hate it when people feed u like god gave me hands pls allow me to use them thx 
  • but the sight of him holding a ladle in one hand and his eyes hopeful and excited for you to try his cooking, all pet peeves went out the window
  • it took you a sec before the taste sunk in and oh my lord
  • it was incredible???
  • you gushed and exclaimed how he could honestly be a chef
  • but he blushed and laughed softly to himself, and just shook his head, almost with a dash of sadness in there 
  • meanwhile the twins sit at the dinner table watching all this unfold and giggling and covering their mouths like omgogmgogmogm
  • and it wasn’t until when dinner was almost served when you realized a missing presence that a loving family like this would usually have
  • you were curious about the twins’ mother, and not that it made a difference with how you saw them whatsoever, but it had been a question you’d been dying to ask for months 
  • but knew you couldn’t, not yet at least 
  • and all through dinner, there was always a buzz of conversation, laughter, and swooning over mingyu’s cooking, which he always bashfully accepted
  • you noticed how jiyoung had her dad’s laugh, true and open, honest and delightful, baring all her teeth and eyes lighting up 
  • she also had a light to her that turned her dad to putty in front of her, and you saw a prediction that this girl has so much to offer to the world and her personality was one you prayed to all the gods will never fade out
  • jiho had his dad’s kindness, always offering to grab u a napkin or some more lemon for your pork 
  • he had the dashing and gentleman-like demeanour, always wanting to contribute to things as an act of kindness, helping others, and keeping his actions in check
  • it was strange to you that these kids were barely full grown kids at all, yet their personalities shone so brightly in front of their father that when the kids were sent upstairs to brush their teeth and change into jammies for a movie then bedtime, you blurted out as you were helping drying the dishes
  • “are you married?”
  • you hadn’t meant for it to come out so abrupt, but mingyu didn’t look surprised as he looked over at you and gave a small smile
  • he helped you finish drying the last few plates before taking two glasses of water and bringing them out to the living room couch, gesturing you to sit down 
  • he sighed before he began, “as my children’s teacher and now as someone i consider a friend, i think it’s the right time to tell you”
  • and proceeded to recall his childhood best friend with her radiant smile and demanding strut of her step
  • he talked about them sharing their first kiss stories with each other and secretly, subconsciously hoping that they could’ve somehow been each other’s
  • he described her with such a fervor and light that made ur skin tingle, because wow, is that what love really feels like?
  • he then went on to tell about the night he realized he loved her, to the night when she drunkenly told him she loved him too 
  • and that that was also the night that would change his life forever 
  • he recalled how her pregnancy was extremely difficult and that she couldn’t even bare to look at him some days
  • and finally, with strength, he pulled to the last chapter, recalling the morning she left him a single note and left without a trace to a world where him and the kids no longer existed to her 
  • of course at the time, he explained, there was no way he could’ve known that her post partum depression had drawn her away so hard, and really, if he could ever forgive her for leaving this life behind, as he said none of his close family and friends ever will
  • he also explained how difficult it was at first to support his family financially and morally, but is grateful for the love he’s received since 
  • for a while, the two of you were silent
  • you had no idea what to say, because what do you say to someone who became a dad to two as a teenager, had the mother of his children leave him by writing him a single sentence goodbye, and barely knew how to take care of himself at the time, let alone two others?
  • but as you both sat there in the silence, contemplating the moment that just passed you replied with
  • “do it.”
  • “what?”
  • “forgive her”
  • taken aback by your response, you continued
  • “of course, i’m not saying it was the right thing to do… but maybe it was meant to be this way, you know? what if this was just a way to teach you abt life beyond your own? what if, somehow, you were just dealt that card a little earlier than most? look where you are now. money’s coming back in, you have people who support you and will run to your aid whenever,” you look at him straight in the eye, “and you have two beautiful kids who are both just kind and clever and mature. maybe, you know, you being a father was your calling all along. maybe, just maybe, you three are a well-oiled machine for a reason.”
  • you can’t tell what those shimmering eyes were trying to say, but before you knew it, he placed both ur glasses on the table before grabbing the sides of your face and captured your lips  
  • because for the first time in the longest fucking time, he was heard 
  • for the first time in a long time, there was someone out there who was willing to take into account him, his lovely jiho and blazing jiyoung and count them all as a blessing, and truly, truly made him realize that life could be so hopeful
  • and you didn’t know if he was kissing you because he really desperately needed to hear those words, or if he honestly wanted to kiss you because he just really wanted to kiss you to subdue hiS DAMN CRUSH (hint: it’s this one), but you didn’t care
  • you kissed him back and you both moved in a rhythm so steady and passionate that when you pulled away and he dipped in, almost trying to catch your lips once more, both of you were red and panting and breathless and over the moon 
  • you also didn’t notice the two little ones peeking over the stair bannisters and almost squealing out of happiness and excitement bc their beautiful teacher!!! and their dad!!!! 
  • he rests his forehead on yours and just quietly mutters how thankful he is for someone like you and how, yes, maybe this is his goddamn calling after all
  • and you continue to stay on the couch to talk and steal touches and get close and bump noses and grab kisses in between sentences until you realize its midnight and you need to get home 
  • it wasn’t until you got up that you realized that you were confused as to what this could become
  • would you date? there was no way that would go anywhere for awhile though, knowing how wounds were still fresh for many parties involved here
  • but as you were putting on your shoes with his eyes on you, you looked up at him, ready to leave, and all those thoughts went out the window
  • he stole one more as ur fingernails bit into the skin of his biceps. sagged into his arms and let him, and his kiss, hold you up
  • it was a legendary, Princess Bride, top ten in history kind of kiss
  • “can i see you again soon?” he asked 
  • and u realized you had nothing to worry about at all 
  • bc as strange as it was, the way he was as a father and as a hardworking, passionate and resilient person was astonishing to you
  • so that night, when he finally let her go, he skipped two steps up the stairs to the twins’ room, to find them pretending to keep their eyes shut and smiles hidden
  • but mingyu fully knew and went, “come on, let me hear it!!”
  • and that unleashed the two loudest screams that could’ve woken up every elderly on the street
  • they leaped off their bunk bed and into his arms, bouncing with joy and excitement
  • jiyoung was smiling uncontrollably and jiho even had some tears in his eyes
  • after a little more dancing and embracing, he tucked them into bed one more time, promising saturday would be filled with lots of candy at the mall and coercing uncle jisoo to buy everything for them
  • he tucked jiyoung at the top bunk bed first, before doing their handshake (”slide, slide, fist bump, exPLOSION, snap, snap, swag”) and kissing each other good night
  • as he reached jiho, the boy already neatly and firmly slotted under his power rangers blanket, he sleepily beckoned his dad closer until they were nose to nose
  • he gave his dad a small kiss there, and whispered just as he drifted off, “daddy, can i ask you something?”
  • “yeah, of course, baby, what’s up?”
  • “i think… i finally want a mommy now.”
  • and drifted off
  • so when mingyu turned off the nightlight and walked into his own room, he leaned against the door, slid down against it and bursted into tears
  • happy, sad, relieved, afraid; he wasn’t sure 
  • but this was a new chapter now
  • a chapter where he maybe his kids will begin to need someone more than just him, and a chapter where finally, it can all become just a bit easier, step by step, slowly but surely

wooahhhhsodfkgdgf this was long. for those that don’t know, post-partum depression is a very serious mental disorder that depicts that detachment and abnormality of emotions between a mother and child following the birth. having a mother that has battled post-partum depression w the birth of myself, i thought it was important to bring light to it, and no matter how young or how afraid, help is always out there, and no mother or child should ever have to feel this way.

this honestly took a lot longer to write than i expected just bc it was a bit more angsty than what i normally write, and i purposely left the ending a little open so you all can decide the upcoming between the y/n, the twins and papa mingyu :)

enjoy, loves! xoxo 

also mingyu wanna like father?? my children??? thx??

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enemies to lovers is my ultimate kink goodbye

There were no words to describe just how much I hated Harry Styles. The way he dressed like an off duty model, the way he never cut his goddamn hair, the way he always got what he wanted. I had begged our director not to cast him in the role opposite me.

“I’ll do anything, please, give another guy a chance.”

She raised her eyebrows at me, “I’ll give another guy a chance when they get as good as Harry.” I sighed and closed my eyes as she continued. “We don’t give handouts in the theater and we certainly don’t let our disdain for other actors get in the way of our art. So be professional, I expect more from you than this petty nonsense.”

“Yes ma'am.” I murmured as I looked over her shoulder at Harry who was talking to some of his friends, laughing about something he had said that I’m sure wasn’t funny as he picked his satchel up off the ground and threw it over his shoulder.

Harry knew I hated him. It wasn’t a secret. He also knew he would get this role and we would have to play lovers. He knew I would rather die than play someone who was supposed to be in love with him. And he auditioned for the role anyway, winking right at me when he announced which role he wanted. Fucking wanker.

***

We did our first scene together the next day, scripts in hand as we proclaimed our love for each other. In my head I was thinking of absolutely anything else, like what I was going to eat for dinner tonight.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop!” Our director yelled as Harry leaned in to kiss me. I tried not to slump in relief. “I feel nothing.” She threw her hands up in the air, “I picked the two of you because you’re the best I have and I thought you could overcome your differences–”

Harry and I immediately started babbling, trying to defend ourselves, talking over one another.

“Enough!” She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. “The two of you are going to do an exercise together to work on your intimacy.”

“Fantastic.” Harry muttered sarcastically. “I don’t need to do this exercise,” He said louder, “She’s the one who clearly zones out when doing scenes with me it’s like she’s not even there.”

I started to defend myself but she said, “Then maybe you should try to be more captivating, Harry, honestly I almost fell asleep myself listening to you.” I snickered and Harry glared at me, “You’ll both do the exercise or I recast the both of you.” We started to protest but she held up a hand, “If one of you can’t do it you both lose your parts. Work together.”

I was furious. I couldn’t believe this idiot was going to make me lose my role.

“Now, the exercise.” She clapped her hands together, “Props! Get me some blankets and pillows!”

I already did not like where this was going and I could see the look of horror mirrored on Harry’s face as we watched the props team set up a makeshift bed in the middle of the stage.

“I want the two of you to lay down under those blankets like you’re husband and wife and I want you to talk to each other. I don’t have to hear it, no one in this room has to hear it, but I want you to talk. I’ll know if you didn’t do it right so don’t even try to fake it.”

I looked around the room at the rest of the cast and crew, “…With everyone watching?”

She rolled her eyes, “Everyone take a twenty minute break!” She announced and everyone dispersed, leaving us alone on the stage. She soundlessly pointed to the blankets and pillows and turned away from us.

Harry and I glared at each other for a few moments, “Are you going to do this or are you going to continue acting like a child who throws a tantrum when she doesn’t get her way?”

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the blankets, “Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Maybe if you were nice to me I wouldn’t be,” Harry said sitting down next me, “You know, most people like me, I’m still not sure why you don’t.”

“It must really kill your ego that I don’t like you, huh?” I settled onto the pillow, Harry following after me, facing each other on the ground. “The one girl in the whole world who won’t get on her knees for you.”

“Not close enough!” Our director yelled from the audience.

I sighed and scooted closer to Harry.

“Put your arm around her! Jesus, you’re in love for Christ’s sake.”

Harry sighed and put his arm around me, pulling me close enough so I could feel his breath on my face. “Only girl who won’t get on her knees for me, but didn’t take much to get you into bed.” Despite myself, I laughed and our foreheads touched. “Ah, she has a sense of humor after all.”

I stopped laughing, “I’ve always had a sense of humor, you’re just not funny.”

“Why aren’t you touching him, Y/N?” I sighed at the sound of her voice before resting a hand on his cheek, lightly scratching against the stubble on his jaw.

He smirked at me, the smug asshole. “That feels nice.”

I resisted the urge to slap him and instead took a deep breath. “Come on, it’s not that bad pretending to be in love with me.” He squeezed my waist. “I’ve been told I’m an excellent lover.” He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. “Let yourself fall in love with me for a minute.” He said and his voice was so soothing I closed my eyes. “I could fall in love with you. I’ve thought about it sometimes, when I watch you onstage. You’re so incredibly talented, you’ve brought me to tears more than once. I’ve always wanted to act opposite you even though you hated me.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I was so still, I wasn’t entirely sure I was breathing. “And those lips…” He pulled back from my ear until his forehead touched mine, “I’ve thought about kissing them more times than I care to admit.”

I stared at him, suddenly conscious of every place his skin touched mine. “This is all part of the exercise, right?” I whispered.

He blinked. Instead of answering his finger reached up to graze my cheek and then cupped behind my neck before pulling me to him, our lips colliding gently at first as they explored unfamiliar territory. He was a nice kisser. He had soft lips and knew when to speed up movements, when to pull me closer, when to nibble on my lip and I was breathless when he finally pulled away. His eyes were wild as he looked at me, thumb still idly stroking my cheek.

“Of course.” He breathed. “Just for the exercise.” But he made no move to pull away from me and instead rubbed his thumb over my lower lip.

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I just got done reading These Shallow Graves by Jennifer Donnelly (It was super great btw) and it inspired me to do a Solangelo victorian AU where Nico is the son of a wealthy business man and Will is their newly hired gardner. I’m debating whether or not I should continue it…

“More tea for you, Mr. Di Angelo,” a maid said as she placed a fresh cup in front of Nico. Nico thanked her and watched her disappear into the other room; how he wished he could follow her. 

He had been sitting with his mother and step sister for the past hour, listening to Drew Tanaka, the daughter of a wealthy merchant, gossip about fellow members of New York City’s elite. Hazel and Mrs. Di Angelo took great interest in the conversation. Their eyes would widen at certain comments, and they would let out disbelieving gasps at others. 

Nico, however, could name a million other activities he’d rather be doing. Ever since his eighteenth birthday earlier that year, his parents had insisted that he find a wife. But, despite the fact that they had invited every girl in the city into their home, Nico felt no connection to any of them. While they were kind and intelligent girls, Nico could not find the attachment needed to build a successful marriage. 

 He sighed and sipped his tea. The voices of the three women around him faded to dull background noise as he allowed himself to get lost in his thoughts. 

Nico felt guilty for not liking any of the girls. He knew his parents wanted him to find someone he could settle down with, someone who could give him companionship throughout his life. A soggy feeling settled in his stomach him every time he admitted to his parents that he had yet to find the right person.

Unable to stand the dreadful event any longer, Nico cleared his throat. His mother looked at him and frowned. “Yes, Nico?”

“I’m not feeling well all of a sudden. Would it be alright if I stepped out into the garden for a bit of fresh air?” he asked. 

“Of course, dear,” Mrs. Di Angelo replied. She returned to her conversation while Nico stood from the table and made his way out the back door. 

The warm spring air was a stark contrast from the stuffy atmosphere of the drawing room. Nico took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves before taking a seat on a stone bench nearby. The garden was always one of Nico’s favorite places. He felt hidden among the lush bushes of lavender and manicured hedges. A fountain burbled merrily at the center of the garden, while birds sang from the treetops. The scent of gardenias perfumed the air. 

As he was taking in the scenery, his eyes suddenly fell upon an unfamiliar face tending the roses that climbed the garden walls. It was a boy who looked about his age with tan skin spotted with freckles, and a mop of golden curls that fell into his dark blue eyes. His face and clothes were caked in dirt, and several leaves were caught in his hair. 

Suddenly, the boy noticed Nico and stumbled to his feet. “Pardon me, Mr. Di Angelo, I was just finishing up,” he said. 

Nico’s face colored at the sudden attention. “No, no, it’s my fault for interrupting you. I just came to get a breath of fresh air.”

“Shouldn’t you be having tea with Ms. Tanaka today?” the boy asked. 

Nico sighed, “Yes, I just needed a bit of a break. I hate those gatherings.” His eyes grew to the size of saucers at the realization of what he had said. “Of course, don’t tell my parents that,” he added hastily.

The boy laughed and sat down beside him. Nico’s heart skipped a beat at the proximity. He was close enough now that Nico could count the freckles on his face. 

“You know, most men would love to be in your situation right now,” the boy pointed out. 

“I suppose so,” Nico muttered. 

“You don’t enjoy them?” the boy said. 

Nico shook his head. “They are nice girls, but I don’t care for them. Not enough to marry them, at least.”

The boy shifted awkwardly, “I’ve never been much of a fan of women myself,” he admitted. Nico gaped at him. Had he really just said what he thought he said? 

“Shit,” the boy cursed. He averted his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, it’s fine, I don’t really like girls either. I’m not sure I want my parents to know that, though,” Nico replied. 

 A mischievous flicker appeared in the boy’s eyes. “There seem to be lots of things you don’t want your parents to know, yet you tell me,” he remarked. 

 Nico rolled his eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

The boy chuckled, “Do you tell all your staff about the the secrets you keep from your parents?”

“You know, for someone who looks so charming, you have a gift for being annoying Mr…” Nico’s voice trailed off. He realized he did not know the boy’s name.

“Solace. Will Solace,” the boy-Will-said. 

 “Well then, Will, you are certainly talented at getting under my skin,” Nico finished. 

 Their conversation was cut short by the sound of someone pounding on the door that lead into the garden. “Nico!” Hazel called. “Nico, is everything alright? You’ve been gone an awfully long time!”

“One moment, Hazel!” Nico shouted. He turned to face Will, “I have to go before my mother starts to worry.”

“Of course. Duty calls,” Will replied. 

They fell into an awkward silence. “Can I see you again?” Will said suddenly. Nico stared at him in shock. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of his chest. Will sighed and shook his head, “Nevermind, it was improper of me to-”

Nico cut him off, “I would love to.”

The corners of Will’s mouth lifted into a smile, “Okay, then. How about tonight, around ten? I can meet you in the same place.” 

It was an effort for Nico to fight the blush that threatened to overwhelm his face. “That sounds perfect,” he answered. With one last goodbye to Will, Nico made his way across the garden and disappeared into the house.

AN: Hey guys! I know i disappeared for a minute there, but things have slowed down a little at work now, and I’m making a promise to myself to set aside time every week to write. I know I have a lot of things I should be working on, but of course, I’ve come up with something new for you instead. This is a little different than what I usually write, but I hope you like it anyway, and if so, let me know.. Who knows, maybe I’ll write another part! I’ve missed interacting with you guys and writing for you. Thank you, as always, for your continued support and patience.


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Scaredy Cat (Klaus Mikaelson)

I am new to the whole supernatural world thing. I only found out, because I was attacked by a vampire, and I wasn’t able to be compelled. No one knows why. I have no clue what would make me not be compelled since I am adopted. I never knew my real parents, because I was orphaned at a young age. So here I was, in the library of the Salvatore boarding house, watching as Damon and Stefan paced around, reading books. Trying to come up with something. I sat in a chair, unmoving.  

Damon has perceived me as an unknown threat, so I am not to move. How can I be a threat when I have always thought I was a normal human? Not aware of the supernatural world?  

“Could it have been a flaw? Maybe not enough eye contact for the compulsion? I was shaking, and I must have had my eyes closed most of the time, since I was about pass out from blood loss.” I offered up. I had my hands clasped tightly together in my lap, and my legs were bouncing quickly, and I kept fidgeting. Surely Damon’s jokes about killing me, if they didn’t find out what I was, weren’t complete jokes. Elena had filled me in, and had told me about how Damon is. Kill first, ask questions later.

“I said no talking, no moving. That means no shaking.” Damon snarled. I flinched, and I forced to keep back a whimper. I just want to go home. That’s all I want.

“Damon, you’re scaring her. If she is some creature that will kill us all, fear only makes it worse.” Stefan said to his brother. I didn’t mind Stefan. He seemed to control his brother. I admired Stefan, he was strong, smart, but had compassion. If there was something he could do to save someone, he would do it.  

“Maybe I could help?” I said, as I slowly stood up, and in an instant Damon was in front of me, grasped my shoulders tightly, and began shaking me.

“I told you not to move! What are you? Tell us, now!” he said, veins appearing beneath his eyes. I whimpered, and tried to get away. He threw me back against a wall, and I fell into a glass table. Glass pierced my skin, and I cried out. I laid there, crumpled on the floor for a moment, before I scooted myself out of the way. My back hit a wall, and I drew my legs up to my chest. I felt dizzy. No doubt because I hit my head. My shoulder hurts, and I felt blood seep through my shirt. I want to go home.

“Damon! What did you do?” Stefan yelled. He made a move to come towards me, but I shook even more, and whimpered. Not even trying to conceal my fear. I felt my mind wander, and I found myself looking through a veil and I saw hazy shadows, and I heard whispers and wails. Some were scared, some were angry, above all, they were confused. I found myself sucked back into reality, and I paid attention to the brothers hushed whispers.

“He might know something. Surely he’s come across this before.” Stefan said. Who are they talking about?

“Definitely not. He’s satan. Or at least his brother!” Damon said.

“Scaring her didn’t work. Hurting her didn’t work. What else can you do?” Stefan asked.

“Kill her?” Damon offered.

“We’re not killing her. She could be useful.” Stefan said. Is that all I am? A possible asset or enemy? Is that all they see life as?  

“Maybe she’ll regenerate or something.” Damon said.

“No. We’re not killing her. I’m calling Klaus.” Stefan said, and walked away. I felt eyes on me, and I began shaking. Please don’t kill me. That’s all I ask. I stayed huddled in my corner, and I found myself back looking through a veil, and watching the shadows.  

“Can you see us?” a gravely voice asked.

“You look like shadows.” I thought, not wanting to say anything out loud. Who knows, maybe I’m just going crazy, or it will give Damon a reason to kill me.  

“That’s because we are. We’re the Shadows. Not ghosts, not spirits.” the same voice said. This is all too much.

“Stay, please.” a younger voice said. A little girl appeared in front of me.  

“Who is Klaus?” I asked.

“A frightening man, but he won’t kill you. You can trust him with your powers. He’ll protect you. Just stay loyal to him. Stay away from the Salvatore’s.” the girl said.

“What are my powers? I’m just a human.” I voiced through my thoughts. Surely I’m just a schizophrenic.

“You can communicate with the lost. All the souls that were misguided, and never found. With practice, and through trust of us, you will be able to seek information. You’ll be able to communicate with the other side in time, bring people back to life, and take a life with a single touch. You’re a Reaper. Not the kind that you’re thinking of. No. But you’ll get to be powerful, don’t you worry.” the girl said, and then her face, along with the other shadows faded.

I guess I’m a reaper. Whatever that is. I felt eyes on me, and I turned my head, and I saw Damon glowering at me. I stifled a shriek, and I shook violently. Just let me go home. Minutes later, I heard a door open, and two steps of footsteps walked towards this area. One was Stefan, and he had an aged and tired look on his face. The other was an attractive male, with blonde hair, and just looking at him, I could sense he was confident.  

Damon pointed over to me, and I shrunk back, afraid. If Damon hates this person, and Damon is vicious, shouldn’t I be afraid of him too? But the voice I heard. The voice of one of the shadows. Klaus stepped towards me, and I tried to distant myself, but I couldn’t push myself back any farther than I already was.  

Klaus glared at Damon, when he saw my bloodied, injured, and frightened formed, knowing it was him who hurt me. “Leave.” Klaus said. Damon looked like he was about to protest, but Stefan dragged him away, and I relaxed slightly.  

Klaus crouched down to my level, and peered into my eyes. “What’s your name, love?” he said calmly. I diverted my eyes away from him, and looked at the ground.

“Why should I tell you?” I said, my voice hoarse from crying.

“The idiots are right, you can’t be compelled. Come, let me get you out of here.” he said. He moved forwards, and I shook with fear. “I won’t hurt you. Now come on.” he said, and lifted me up into his arms, and I winced when I moved my shoulder. His eyes hardened, and he looked up the stairs sharply.

Everything blurred around me, and a few seconds later I saw that we were outside my apartment door. He opened the door, and tried to step through. He looked like he had trouble, but still managed to get past. When Stefan tried to come in earlier he wasn’t able to.

Klaus set me down on my couch, then went and closed my door. He came back over to me, and sat next to me. “So tell me. What’s your name?” he said again.

“(Y/n).” I whispered.

“That’s a lovely name, now, whatever you tell me, I can tell you honestly that I won’t tell the Salvatore’s. They don’t see sheer talent and strength when they see it.” Klaus said to me.

“Do you already know what I am?” I asked.

“I have a few ideas. Were the brothers able to get past your door?” he asked.

“No. But you were, but you’re a vampire? How is that possible?” I asked.

“I’m stronger than most. I’m one of the original vampires. You’re not able to be compelled that part was obvious.” he said thoughtfully.

“When I was in the corner, it was as if I zoned out. I was looking through a veil. I saw shadows, and I heard their cries and screams. The second time I went, a voice asked me if I could see them, I thought to them, since I didn’t want to talk out loud, and they called themselves the lost. The shadows. A young girl appeared and told me that I could trust you, she said that I will grow powerful.” I said to him. I sat on my hands, looked at the ground, and bit my lip harshly.

“What did she call you?” he asked.

“A reaper.” I whispered. He sucked in a breath, and I looked up at him. He had a faint smile on his face.

“Don’t worry (Y/n). I won’t let any harm come your way. Now let me clean you up. You like you went through a meat grinder.” he said.  

“I feel like it. Let me get my first aid kit, and clothes.” I said, as I went to stand up, but Klaus grabbed my arm.

“No, love. You sit. Where is everything?” He asked.  

“My clothes are in my room, the closed door at the end of that hallway, over there, and my first aid kit is in the bathroom cabinet. Rags and towels are in the bathroom closet.” I told him. He walked around, gathering my belongings, and I sighed. This is all too much. Just two days ago I believed I was completely normal. I had anxiety, but normal. Then I was attacked by a vampire of all things, and found out I am a damn reaper.  

Klaus returned to my side, and began peeling back my shirt. He looked like he was having difficulties, because he was trying not to hurt me or scare me.“I got it.” I said. I pushed his hands away, and I lifted my shirt off, and I placed it on my coffee table. He sucked in a sharp breath when he took in my injuries. All because of one brutal vampire with anger issues. I thought Klaus was supposed to be the vicious one? Surely everyone is mistaken.

He began cleaning away the blood, and I bit my lip harshly to keep from crying out. This all hurts way too much. Tears sprang to my eyes as he ran over my shoulder. “Klaus, it hurts too much. Stop. I’ll just stay bloody.” I said. His eyes flickered to mine, and he had a look of determination on his face.

“(Y/n), love, I have to clean you up. I know you’re in pain, but if I don’t clean you up, you will get an infection. I don’t want my little Reaper to get sick.” Klaus said.

“So I’m just some piece of property now, is that it? If so, I’ll gladly fling myself off of a cliff.” I said, angrily. If I wasn’t badly injured I would have jumped up in a rage. Sadly I couldn’t.  

“No, sweetheart. That’s not it.” Klaus said in a soothing manner. I wanted to believe him, but after the compassionate Stefan only viewed me as a possible asset, and not as a person stung a little bit. Besides, Stefan didn’t even know what I was. Klaus does.

“Then what is? Please do go on.” I muttered. I could tell my attitude was slowly wearing Klaus’ patience down. But after the hell I went through tonight, I believe I have a right. I just want to go to sleep, and possibly throw myself out of my sixth story window.  

“(Y/n), I recognize how powerful you can be. I want to protect you.” he said.

“And put me in a china cabinet until I’m best suited for use?” I snapped. His eyes darkened a shade, and his hand froze from wiping the blood off of me. A second later he regained his composure and continued cleaning me up, moving on to the first aid kit.  

“Any other occasion, yes, yes I would, but not you. I admire your strength. Usually a fragile human would be shaking and crying, but you on the other hand have to courage to speak up. And how would I protect you if you weren’t in my sight all the time?” Klaus said, gently.

“So you really want to protect me?” I asked. He nodded his head.

“Yes, love, I really want to protect you. No I won’t lock you away, I’ll keep you by my side.” he said in a reassuring manner. I looked up into his eyes, and there was no hint of deceit. The one thing I remember of my birth mother was she told me that I had a special gift of knowing when someone was lying. I never believed her of course, but here I am, looking at the face capable of destroying villages, and I know he is telling the truth. I just know it.

“I believe you.” I whispered.  

“As you should. You have a gift of know how, I can easily see that.” Klaus said, as he taped gauze onto my shoulder. He pulled a shirt over my head, and helped me get dressed. He stood me up to my feet, and handed me a pair of sweatpants. I shrugged them on, once I removed my blood stained jeans.  

I sat back down, and he pulled me to his side. I got comfy, and he wrapped his arms around my waist in a protective manner. “I’ll keep you safe. From the Salvatore’s, the fear of the Shadows, and any other threat that happens to be in your way. I promise.” he whispered. I knew he was telling the truth.I just knew it.

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Exordium experience :) ~

Firstly…. It was raining the entire time so that wasn’t fun, but I met so many nice people and had a nice time regardless of the rain. Now onto the important parts.

Let me just say this………… I kno i saw exo last year but nothing could’ve prepared me for what I just saw… With my own two eyes…..

Chanyeol is.. Tall perfection. I hate using this word but imma say it, he’s got all the swag in the world. Honestly he’s so talented, the guitars the rapping everything was amazing. HE IS SO TALL Djdjdjdjdndndkkksksk step on me!!!! He kept teasing my section, at the very end acting like he was going to throw us his hat then he was like SIKE LOL.

KYUNGSOO is honestly the one who surprised me most because I was literally and legitimately stunned by his glowing beauty. His smile.. He kept laughing. He asked us if we were hungry and we all said yes and he was like.. “me too” and then laughed and I could’ve died right then and there. His voice so so clear and steady, so amazing, he is very tiny! Beautiful tiny man.

JONGIN JDJDJDJSBSBSBSJSBSHZJ TELL ME WHY HE IS THE BEST DANCER AND PERFORMER I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!!!!!!!!!! HIS DANCING… DEAR LORD. He kept making these faces at us! Those sexy faces with the lip bites and he kept waving at my section along with ksoo. He was sO tan and glistening (rlly he was sweating a lot) and honestly I’m just so happy I saw him healthy and well. Oh except he said he went to CVS to buy medicines Jdjdjdjsbsbsbsjsbshzjz well SUHO said it was CVS. (CBC HE SAID LOL THEN SAID CVS DJJSKS)

SUHO, EXACTLY WHAT I EXPECTED. He told corny jokes, he looked at us like precious pearls, he made me tear up, he was so genuinely sweet. He’s so beautiful. Kinda short like Chen but not as tiny as ksoo and Minseok.

JONGDAE SJSJJSNDBX what a sweet man. He kept waving to each individual section, making sure to wave at everyone.. Which I found so sweet. His voice was unreal. I thought I was listening to the CD the entire time. His laugh…. Oh my God.. HE WENT TO SEE CHICAGO AND SAID HE RLLY LIKED IT, he likes musicals a lot!! Just like last time he took the time to make sure everyone’s section got some love, he would lean up on his toes and wave up to the higher up levels and everyone would scream, it was so incredibly sweet.

Sehun! Man oh man where do I begin. Firstly he looks like a Calvin Klein model. He was so slender but lean and beautiful and oh my God so tan?? He kept waving to us, he was in my section a whole lot along with Minseok which… Lmao……. I’ll get to him lord help me anyways oh sehun is am angel he is SO ATTRACTIVE and he carried around a doll that looked like vivi so that was adorable.

Baekhyun…. King of facial expression.. King of good looks… King of amazing eye make up… He kept smirking???? I felt like it was a personal show just for me everytime he came to my section. He sang so well as always, so steady and beautiful. He looks even better in person which is saying something since he fine af on screen. Anyways his dancing was superb.. I had to use that word just to make sure you understand how amazingly he performs. He was everything I wanted to see and more.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST Y'ALL LISTEN……. He pelvic thrusted into my actual FACE I’m not sure if I’m actually alive or writing from the grave but…… He was.. Just so perfect?? SUCH A TINY TINY MAN OH MY GOD HE’S TINY (I would give him 5'6 which is my height but still) very skinny but not as skinny as Jongdae. Minseok didn’t make eye contact with me but he did send our section a bunch of hearts, I saved each one for a rainy day, whenever I’m sad I’m going to remember Minseok sending me a heart LOL. He was very playful.. Jumping around and dancing. He said he doesn’t dance in the show cause he doesn’t wanna slip but he dances with his upper body dkmdmsmsnsnjdsnsbsjsjsjs then he started dancing, I have the video I’ll upload if anyone cares to see. HE JUST MADE ME WANNA CRY ALL THE TIME!! SO MUCH STUBBLE HE WAS SO HANDSOME. I love him so much. The best dancer apart from Kai, for sure.. Actually sehun was amazing too but kms is a close second. HE RLLY DABBED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MEDLEY SECTION LOL I’M LIKE BOI IF U DONT
ANYWAYS I’M EVEN MORE SURE AFTER TONIGHT THAT MINSEOK IS MY BIAS BUT KYUNGSOO MAY HAVE RUINED THE ACTUAL LIST CAUSE YA GIRL FELL IN LOVE TONIGHT.

Tonight was so special for me, seeing exo again but up close. They’re unreasonably attractive. Better than on screen I mean they’re REAL LIFE hot, really ridiculous, double take worthy attractive. Especially Sehun and Kyungsoo.

They told us they’re going back to Korea to work on the album and they will be back to us with the new songs, Suho asked if we would support it so obviously we said yes and he smiled….. I smiled….. It was something… We rlly had a moment. I only got to make eye contact with him for a short moment but it was all I needed to survive 2017 lol

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it’s finally here!!! i expanded (maybe a bit too much) on this blurb and this is the final product. the blurb is incorporated into this version with some edits and added scenes between so even if you’ve read the blurb i wouldn’t skip over the parts you think you know because most of it is slightly different. also!! i made a playlist for this so if you’re interested in listening to it while reading you can do that. i’m really proud of this one so i hope you guys like it! please let me know ur thoughts!!

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There were no words to describe just how much I hated Harry Styles. The way he dressed like an off duty model, the way he never cut his goddamn hair, the way he always got what he wanted. The way everyone practically worshipped the ground he walked on made me sick.

I had a more concrete reason for why I hated Harry, but that’s another story. Everyone thought I was just jealous of him, but I wasn’t. Why would I be? Sure, he was a great actor, but I was a great actress and we’d never really have to compete for parts. When he turned up at the theater a few years before, everyone quickly became enamored by him and the theater went from being mine to his.

But this isn’t about that. This isn’t the story of how I grew to hate Harry Styles. This is the story of how Harry Styles lit my soul on fire and made me feel something for the first time. This is the story of how Harry Styles gave me his heart even though he had absolutely no reason to.

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Part Six // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski​): Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five - Part Seven Part Eight

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Violence, Kissing and Swearing.

Word Count: 2,724

With an angry groan, Stiles slammed his bedroom door shut and kicked the surface without second thought. As he fixed the straps of his backpack on his shoulders, he ran down the staircase with his car keys in hand.

“What the hell was that for?!” Sheriff Stilinski exclaimed from the kitchen, his voice echoing through the house.

“Nothing.” Stiles sighed, ready to just go to school and, somehow, get his mind off of Katalina.

“That definitely wasn’t because of nothing.” Stilinski disagreed, walking into the kitchen with a half eaten sandwich and a coffee in his hands.

Stiles rubbed his face in frustration at his father’s prying. He already dealt with so much, the last thing he needs is to talk about it.

“Dad, I’m really not in the mood for one of your routine interrogations right now.” Stiles sighed and the Sheriff nodded, understanding his son was in one of those moods.

“Alright, Alright.” He lifted his hands in surrender. “How about I tell you something about my day yesterday, instead?”

“Sure.” Stiles let out a breath, scratching the back of his neck.

“Something really nice happened.”

“Did you finally get the courage to ask Melissa McCall out?” The son questioned and Sheriff Stilinski narrowed his eyes at the smirking boy.

“No.” He scoffed and it took everything in Stiles not to chuckle. “When I went to the hospital to see-”

“The woman you’ve been secretly crushing on for a good couple of years now?” Stiles grinned, squinting his eyes.

“Okay, you know what?” The Sheriff sighed, tired of his son’s sarcasm and began to walk back into the kitchen. “Never mind.”

“No, come on.” Stiles chuckled, approaching his father and grabbing his arm to stop him. “I’m just messing with you, but I really do want to know. Tell me, what happened at the hospital?”

“Fine.” Stilinski sighed, turning back around to face the younger boy. “I saw Katalina’s mom after what- four years? Man, has it been that long?”

Stiles heart dropped down in his stomach the second he said her name, the sound alone making guilt take over his entire body and consume him. It took everything in Stiles not to break down in front of his own father, right now.

He hates everything that’s happening between them and all he truly wants is to make things right. But, Stiles knew that things weren’t that simple. Not when Katalina believes he just took advantage of her since he didn’t have the courage to actually tell her the truth.

“Y-Yeah, it has.” Stiles cleared his throat, running his fingers through his silky hair.

“How come?” Sheriff Stilinski asked innocently, not knowing how intense that topic was and Stiles internally winced. “I used to see her all the time when she would come pick up Kat. Which, thinking about now, makes me realize Katalina hasn’t been over in a good while either.”

Sheriff’s head spun as he put everything together, being the incredibly skillful and talented detective he was. Stiles, on the other hand, was getting more nervous by the second.

“Wait, Son-” The older man’s eyes widened with realization. “What happened between you two?”

That question was precisely what caused Stiles’ breaking point as he dropped his head and felt tears beginning to form in his golden-brown eyes. Sheriff Stilinski watched his only son start to cry in front of him, his heart wrenching at the tragic sight.

“I messed up.” Stiles confessed through quiet sobs, desperately trying to wipe away the tears running down his cheeks. “I-I lost her, Dad.”

Stiles couldn’t hold back the pain inside of him anymore. He was tired of putting up an act and letting his heartbreak boil up inside of him as he dealt with it on his own. Stiles didn’t want to show anyone how he truly felt because he didn’t want anyone to know just how vulnerable he was, but after losing the one girl he ever actually loved for the second time made him not care who could possibly see.

But, the thing was out of all the people that could help him through this, his own father was just the perfect person to do so.

Placing a comforting hand on Stiles’ shoulder, the Sheriff pulled the heartbroken boy’s attention off of the floor and back on him.

“You didn’t lose her, Stiles.” He stated with a soft expression, but his voice was so confident Stiles felt inclined to actually believe him. “And I’m sure of it.”

“How do you know that?” Stiles asked, his voice breaking.

“Because her mom told me something that Katalina does ‘till this day.” Sheriff Stilinski smiled kindly, his eyes lighting up as he remembered the two best friends that grew up together and clearly loved each other. “Whenever she’s sad, Kat gets one of your old lacrosse sweatshirts you gave her and holds onto it. Her mother saw her sleeping with it just yesterday.”

It was as if a Stiles was just recently drowning in a pool of pain and dispair when someone, suddenly, opened the drain to let the water out and he could finally breathe again. The feeling of guilt instantly escaped his veins and was replaced with hope.

That glimmer of hope didn’t go unnoticed by the Sheriff as he looked at his son and noticed it spark in his eyes. With a kind and reassuring smile on his face, Stilinski spoke the words Stiles was already thinking in his own head.

“Go get her back, Son.”

~

School used to actually be pleasurable for Katalina. Not only did she have a perfect GPA score, but she also had immense amount of fun with her absolute best friends. Everything was perfect and amazing until, well… everything happened.

Now school is nothing but a burden to her. Sure she still has really impressive grades, but Katalina has to constantly see the boy that broke her heart and the boy whose heart she broke. Spending time with the pack wasn’t the same either. They constantly looked at her with pity in their eyes and it drove her crazy. The last thing Katalina needs is people to feel sorry for her.

With a sigh escaping her lips, Katalina walked out of the class she was just dismissed from and approached the bathroom to use it before getting books out of her locker for her next class.

What she didn’t know what was happening down in the halls, right where her locker happened to be, as she entered the girls’ restroom.

Stiles, with a new and happy smile on his face, was pushing a letter containing all of the different reasons why he loved her and no one else. Katalina had the key to his heart and he was more than ready to finally tell her. Once the boy with freckles on his skin finished putting the paper through the small hole of her locker door, he held tightly onto the beautiful rose behind his back and mentally prepared himself to confess his love the second she approached her locker.

Theo, on the other hand, just so happened to be walking through the halls right at that moment and his eyes fell onto his nervous enemy standing in front of his girl’s locker. A wave of anger like no other crashed down on him when he noticed the rose in Stiles’ hands and, before he knew it, Theo was rushing towards him.

The happy thoughts inside of Stiles’ head were, suddenly, interrupted when he was forcefully pushed up against the rows of lockers. Whatever air he had in him was immediately ripped away from his lungs the second his back hit the surface, his head banging against the metal as well.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” The attacker shouted in his face and Stiles didn’t even need to reopen his eyes to recognize who the voice belonged to.

“Something I should’ve done four years ago.” Stiles croaked, his voice raspy as he opened his eyes to glare at the familiar werewolf.

“I am so sick of you, Stilinski!” Theo yelled, thinking he could scare him but Stiles didn’t even flinch. “I should just kick your ass right now!”

“No,” Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What you need to do is let go of me.”

“And why the hell would I do that?” Theo hissed, his body shaking with anger.

“Because if you don’t, then I’m going to kick your ass.” Stiles retorted, a smirk on his lips. “And you and I both know that it wouldn’t be the first time.”

Theo winced as he thought back to when Stiles found out he was the one that told Katalina the truth. He threw a few punches that definitely damaged Theo’s face and huge ego. It wasn’t about beating him for being a snitch, Stiles couldn’t care less that Kat found out. What made Stiles furious was that he was planning to be the one that told her and Theo took that away from him. She didn’t even give him the chance to explain how it all changed, how, sure, it was about Lydia at first but then it was as if every other girl suddenly didn’t matter to him anymore. He only wanted Kat, Stiles only loved Katalina.

“You can’t touch me, Stiles.” Theo stated. “If you do, Katalina would never forgive you and you know that.”

“No, Theo.” Stiles shook his head. “I think you’re confused. Because you know you’re not the person she’s in love with. And if you ever hurt me, you’re the one Kat would never forgive.”

“Don’t call her Kat.” Theo hissed through clenched teeth. “Only I can call her that.”

“And yet I was the one moaning it just the other night.” Stiles said with a harsh voice, tired of Theo’s pathetic little game.

That remark was enough to make the werewolf snap and strike his fist right against Stiles’ jaw. Pain struck through the human as Theo let him go and he fell limp to the floor. The rose that was once in his hands also dropped down on the ground and Stiles could already feel his head begin to throb. Theo was hovering over him when a sick grin spread across his face and he lifted his foot above the rose. Stiles watched in horror as he purposely stepped on the flower, the pedals being crushed beneath his shoe.

“Did you really think you would get away with fucking my girlfriend?!” Theo spat, but fury flooded Stiles’ blood like never before the second the werewolf lifted his foot and revealed what was left of the destroyed rose.

It’s one thing to hurt him, but it’s another thing to hurt any chance he had left with Katalina. Before he knew it, Stiles was pulling Theo’s legs and he was crashing down on the floor beside him.

“I didn’t just fuck her, you big tree!” Stiles shouted as Theo grunted in pain when his head hit the tiles, the halls now crowded with other students watching the fight go down. “I made love to her! Because that’s what two people do when they’re meant to be!”

Both of them somehow managed to stand up again and everyone watched with excitement. It didn’t matter how hurt they both were, their bodies were too drunk on adrenaline to even care.

“Stiles, she left you!” Theo yelled. “When are you going to realize that you can never be with her again?!”

The next thing he knew, Stiles was receiving another punch in the face from Theo. This time, right on his nose. He heard it crack and the amount of pain he suddenly felt was indescribable. Stiles lost his balance from the intense impact, but out of nowhere he felt two small hands grab him and hold him in place.

“And when are you going to realize how pathetic you’re being?!” A familiar voice he so desperately wanted to hear again shouted at the werewolf in front of them.

Everyone looked at the girl that had just appeared to stop the fight. The girl that had unintentionally caused the two boys to even start in the first place. She had left the bathroom a few minutes ago and watched in horror since the moment Stiles made Theo fall. It made her absolutely furious how stupid and immature they could easily be. But, the second she saw Theo hit Stiles it was as if all the pain he felt, she felt too. She couldn’t hold back her concern as she ran towards his aid.

“Both of you!” Katalina yelled and the boys suddenly felt guilty.

“Kat, I’m so sorr-” Her boyfriend, which clearly was now her ex, approached her.

“No, Theo!” Katalina interrupted him, not at all interested in hearing any pathetic excuse. “Get away from me.”

“Kat-”

“Now, Theo!” She shouted and he winced at her rough words.

Theo reluctantly left their presence, but not without glaring at Stiles first. The human didn’t even care, to be honest. He was too focused on the girl holding him. His soul was so connected to her that Stiles couldn’t even feel the pain of his broken nose anymore, as if it was completely numbed by the beautiful woman he loved.

“And as for you.” Katalina stated, turning her attention towards Stiles but her breath hitched in her throat at how intense he was staring at her. There were feelings in his eyes she couldn’t quite place, but she knew that she didn’t want him to ever stop looking at her this way. “Y-You should go to the hospital.”

The crowd that had formed began to disperse and walk away when they realized the fight was now over, leaving Stiles and Katalina completely alone once again.

Without breaking their eye contact, Katalina reached into her backpack and pulled out tissues she gathered from the bathroom. Their original purpose were to wipe away the tears that would escape her eyes from time to time, but they now would be used to block the blood running from Stiles’ nose.

She carefully put the tissues up against his broken nose and Stiles didn’t even flinch, his heart beating so fast at the feeling of her touch again. He was longing for it and decided to just take advantage of this moment.

“How long have you been watching?” Stiles asked and Katalina nervously cleared her throat when he did.

“Since you made Theo fall.” She responded with a quiet voice.

“So, then you heard what I said right after?”

Katalina slowly nodded when Stiles referred to the “I made love to her” speech. It certainly didn’t fail to make her heart flutter and beat faster at the words, but it did fail to make her forget everything he’s done. If he thinks that one nice sentence was going to make up for all of the nights she spent crying, all of the times she spent doubting herself and all of the times she spent hating herself for loving someone so detrimental to her, he was definitely wrong.

Stiles saw the longing in her eyes too and he didn’t even think twice before leaning in to place his lips on hers. Katalina was taken by surprise when he kissed her and their lips tingled at the touch. Their bodies missing each other so much more than they could possibly imagine. It was when Stiles’ mouth began to deepen the kiss that Katalina snapped out of her trance.

She pulled away from him and with tears already beginning to water in her eyes, Katalina stared up at him with a hurt expression.

“It doesn’t change anything.” Katalina stated, her body aching at the words and Stiles felt as if he just got shot. The pain his nose felt before was nothing compared to the pain he felt now thanks to that one sentence.

Katalina took her hand from his face and placed the tissues in his. With tears already streaming down her cheeks, she left Stiles without another word.

She didn’t even notice the crumbled rose on the floor that was once meant for her or did she know about the letter in her locker waiting to be read.

All Katalina knew was that she loved Stiles and, just by the look in his eyes, he might love her too.


In Another Life

Request: Hey!! Could you write something with Jughead based off the song “The one that got away” covered by Alice Kristiansen? (it’s on spotify and youtube.) I thought maybe it could be that you had always been close-to-dating Jughead but then he kisses Betty. Then there’s another talent show night at the school, and you sing that song. Then afterwards he realizes he loves you, and then fluff. Thank you so much :-) xx

Requested: anonymous!

A/N: AH! Back to requests! YAY! Thank you so much for this request, this story was amazing to write so thank you for the wonderful idea! (sorry it took me so long to get up)

Pairing: Reader x Jughead

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by riverdaleselite

You’d always been close to Jughead. You’d always believed that there was something more between you two than just best friends. You two had always reached that point but never stepped over the line, mainly because of Jughead. He’d always been so adamant that the two of you never became more than friends.

But you felt more and you knew he felt more. Though, you never said anything. You always allowed him to push you back from over that line even if there was moments when the two of you couldn’t help but stare into each others eyes. Even if there was moments where the two of your lips would just reach but not touch. You’d let him push you away and your heart would crack a little.

In another life…

But you decided, enough was enough. He was clearly attracted to you and you were clearly attracted to him. You were done having your heart ripped just a tiny bit more because he was too scared to commit.

You resolved to tell him how you truly felt and to make him trust you. 

I would be your girl…

You were ready and despite the way your heart beat rapidly against your chest, you felt confident enough that you’d be able to tell him. You were headed to the Blue and Gold office where you knew he’d be, your heart beating but your head high with hope.

You’d never felt so complete in a while. And as you made the final steps to the door, you thought maybe there was future for you and Jughead.

We’d keep all our promises…

But as your feet reached the room and your eyes were able to see through the glass pane, you felt your heart crack just a bit more. You gasped, a hand falling to your lips as your eyes widened and you felt the over-washing flood of betrayal flood through you.

There, inside the Blue and Gold office, stood Betty and Jughead, only inches apart and there lips connected. It was obvious to anyone there was a lot of passion between the two, which only ten folded the heart break you felt.

You weren’t quite sure why you felt betrayed. Jughead, again, had never made any promised to you. But, when you thought about it, you guessed you’d always thought yourself to be special in Jughead’s eyes and that you were the only one close enough to share that kind of moment with him.

You felt your eyes water, and now with your head heavy, you ran off before either of them noticed you.

Be us against the world…

Jughead sighed, He’d been dragged off to another school get together by Archie. He didn’t even know why Archie wanted him here so bad, he wasn’t even performing and the Pussy Cats weren’t performing one of his songs. But the boy was bouncing with nervousness.

He just didn’t like crowds. And there was a lot of kids sitting all around of him.

Idly, he noticed you weren’t sitting there. Actually, now that he thought of it, he hadn’t seen you a lot i the past few days. Any time he came near you, you’d run off before he could say a word. Which truly disappointed him. Because the conversations the two of you had, were always his favourite.

“And now, our very own Y/N Y/L/N.” Jughead’s head snapped to the stage. In shock he watched you walk out, an air of confidence floating around you as you held your guitar and sat down on the chair provided.

Turning to Archie, he shook his head confused. “I didn’t know Y/N could sing.”

“Well she can. And she’s really good.” Archie commented, his eyes strictly on you. Something about the way he stared at you made Jughead feel a spike of jealousy run through him as he slowly let his gaze fall back on you.

You coughed, clearing your voice. “Recent events have inspired me to sing this song.” Your voice explained as you prepared yourself.

Slowly your fingers began strumming the guitar and Jughead found himself caught. His body froze and his eyes were stuck on you as your angelic voice called out.

In another life…

There was something about the way you sang. 

I would make you stay…

Something about the way you held yourself.

So I don’t have to say…

Something about the way your eyes watered, and it was almost as if the words meant much more than they seemed.

You were the one that got away…

Something about the way your hair fell around you, and the way your soft fingers looked so fragile, and the way your eyes twinkled.

The one that got away…

Jughead realized… he was in love with you.

Looking over to Betty, he realized he had made a mistake.

“Thank you.” You spoke once the crowd stopped clapping, and then you were gone. Jughead shot up from his seat, he quickly apologized to Betty before running off. He ignored the calls from his friends and made his way back stage.

Once in, he breathed trying to find you. As soon as Jughead’s eyes fell on yours, he pounced.

“Y/N!” He yelled, gaining your attention. Snapping you from your conversation with Valerie, you turned with your brows furrowed in confusion. Once your gaze fell on Jughead, your face fell a little and you turned completely, knowing there was no where to run to.

Jughead panted once he reached you.

“Hey…” You greeted awkwardly. You expected him to say something, or for the awkward silence to continue. But instead you felt warm lips press against yours, and hands fall on either side of your face, pressing you closer to Jughead. Your eyes widened and though you wanted him to continue, a imagine of Betty, your good friend Betty flashed through your mind.

You pushed against his chest. “J-Jughead!” You stuttered, your hand falling to your lips as you stare astonished at Jughead. “You and Betty!” You yelled and his face fell.

“You know?” He asked and you flushed.

“I saw you that day… i-in the Blue and Gold office. I was- was going to tell you how I felt.” You mumbled, staring off to the side.

Jughead sighed and you went to take a step back, but Jughead caught your wrist. “I made a mistake, Y/N.” Wide eyed, you turned to Jughead.

“Jughead…”

“No, Y/N. You up there… singing, made me realize. I don’t like Betty. I love you.” 

“Love?” 

“Yes…” You sighed, unsure of what to say.

“But Betty…” 

“Betty’ll understand. She already kind of knew.” You looked into Jughead’s eyes. Making sure he was telling the truth. And sighing, you smiled lightly.

“Okay.”

Muse - “Crazy Hypotheticals”

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word count: 5600+ lmao kill me 
warnings: swearing !! as per usual i’m sorry yall i cannot help myself - also drinking, bad dancing, some terrible spanglish!!! lots of stuttering !!!! terribly formatted texting + facetime, lots of dopey smiles + way too many commas


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The Ceremony

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Eight days since the evening the announcement of the nyuseki was made.

When Kurosaki Ichigo who had just finished afternoon classes returned home, the genkan entryway was filled with shoes of various sizes.

“They’ve already gathered here huh…… I’m home”

Removing his shoes, he headed towards the living room. As he reached his hand over the knob of the door to open it, in an instant, the door opened from the inside and Arisawa Tatsuki came flying out.

“Whoaa, watch out!”

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