this looked so much better in y head i cry

Broken // Jughead Jones

can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) and Jughead saves her?

Warnings: Attempted Suicide, Swearing, sad jughead, blood.

Word Count: 2,625

Characters: Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Kevin Keller, Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom.

A/N: If you ever feel like self-harming or think suicide is the answer, please, talk to me or someone. There are so many people going through this, and I’d hate for anyone to feel this way. x

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“I’m breaking up with you.”

Those five words had basically killed you. You knew you’d hear those words, but you didn’t expect them right now, after dating Jughead Jones for a year and three months. You hadn’t expected the words to come tumbling from his mouth. They were like bullets, each word hitting you in the heart. You had looked at the raven haired boy, who sat across from you. You were both in a booth, where you spent your time together. You had a sudden chill come over your body, the thick, khaki jacket couldn’t even keep you warm. You looked outside, the neon sign reflecting onto the window, but the thick, white snow still fell outside.

“How long?” You asked, looking back at the boy who sat in front of you. He looked emotionless, whereas you, on the other hand had tears welling up in your eyes and your hands were shaking a little bit. You bit your lip, looking around the diner. So many memories were made in this diner for you and Jughead. You had met him in this diner, along with Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge. You had spent countless nights with him, curled up in the booth, a book in your hands as he typed away on his laptop.

“A few weeks,” Jughead said softly. He could see how broken you were right now, but he swore he didn’t feel the same. After a very intense conversation with Betty about her feelings for him, he thought he didn’t love (Y/N) anymore, but deep down, he still loved her. He was just too caught up in everything, and with Veronica pushing him to love Betty, he got confused.

You couldn’t handle seeing his face anymore. His beautiful, pale face. You looked down at your lap, hand covering your mouth as you let out a sob. ‘Don’t cry, (Y/N)…’ Jughead’s words went straight through you as you stood up, collecting your phone and book, shoving them in your bag and quickly making your way out of the diner, walking in the snow, making your way home and ending up on your bed, a sobbing mess.


None of them had talked to you in three weeks. They all sided with Jughead and immediately left you. Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, even Cheryl had started befriending them all and she was giving you a few side eyes and glares.

You walked into the student lounge, one earphone in your ear as you listened to your Spotify playlist. You had left your book and water bottle on the table in the lounge. As you looked up from your phone, you saw a certain pair of blue eyes meet yours. Along with your ex-friends. Goose bumps appearing on your skin as you walked to the table, picking up the two objects you had to collect and shoving them in your bag, you looked over your shoulder, all six pairs of eyes on you. Your breathing had quickened, and you knew they all hated you. All because Jughead broke up with you. You could feel it in the atmosphere and see the look in their eyes. Running your fingers through your hair, you quickly left the student lounge and made your way out of the building, wanting to get home as soon as possible.


Another two weeks had passed and they were all still being so petty about Jughead breaking up with you and they were still taking it out on you. It had been over five weeks and they were still being so dramatic about this whole thing, but you just couldn’t handle it anymore. You closed your locker gently, looking down at your Converse clad feet and slinging your bad over your shoulder. You headed towards the doors that you walked through every morning, the ‘Core Four’ as your peers called the group that you had once been a part of, were walking straight towards you, but you were not moving out of their way. Your shoulder had grazed Jughead’s, and you looked over your shoulder, his blue eyes coming in contact with yours. He had a slight look of confusion in his features, wondering why you weren’t going the way he was going, since you both had English together. You wanted to say ‘I’m sorry’. You wanted to apologise and have him hold you, but you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

You had left the boundaries of the school, the snow falling and creating a crisp, white layer on the ground. You had taken a different route today. You weren’t going home. No. You were going somewhere that meant a lot to you, and you wanted to make sure that no one knew where to find you. The snow had gotten thicker, it reaching above your ankles at this moment, and it was getting deeper. You trudged through the snow, seeing Sweetwater River covered by a thick layer of the snow, and also a layer of ice had been hidden underneath the snow.

Your hair rested over your shoulders as you dropped your bag, letting it fall onto a log that was peeking out of the snow. You took your phone from your back pocket, staring at it for a few seconds before typing in your password and going to your messages. You clicked on Jughead’s name and started to compose a text message.

‘i don’t know why everyone hated me so much after you broke up with me. but now i understand, because i’m hating me too. i’m sorry.’


Jughead didn’t know why he suddenly got a text message from you, but as soon as he saw what you had written, he was on his feet, collecting his stuff and rushing out of the student lounge. So many thoughts were running through his head. Where were you? He tried calling you, but you didn’t answer, you were immediately declining his calls.

“Juggie!” Betty had called out to him, Archie, Kevin and Veronica also following the blonde, who was following the raven haired boy. “What happened? Is it your dad?” She continued, trying to catch up to him, but he was already out of the school doors and jogging down the stairs. “Jughead, please!”

Jughead turned around, his phone still clutched in his hand. “You! You’re all the goddamn problem! You wanted me to break up with her. You all egged me on to do it! Putting into my head that I’d be so much better with Betty! Well, no. I just wanted (Y/N) and now she fucking hates herself and I have no idea where she is, but she probably has one motive at this point and I think you all know what it is!” Jughead looked at his group of friends, his face was red, but he was almost crying.


You had managed to make it out to the middle of Sweetwater River, taking in a deep breath as the snow fell, and snowflakes had landed in your hair and on your eyelashes. It was a beautiful feeling, and you wanted it to be the last feeling you had.

Your clothes were a strong contrast against the pure white snow, and anyone could possibly see you amongst this blanket of white, but no one was around to see you disappear within the snow, so it would be like you dropped off the face of the earth.

You took a deep breath, the cold air feeling refreshing as you looked around one last time. You gripped the sharp rock that was in your hand, looking down at the snow and dropping to your knees. You pushed the snow, piling it up so you could see the ice. You raised your hands above your head, the rock still grasped in your hands. A rush of adrenaline had overcome you and you swung your hands down, hitting the rock onto the ice. A small chip had been made, but bringing the rock down onto the ice over and over again had started to show a result in what you were looking for.

“(Y/N!)” You heard a voice shout across from the shore of the river. You stood still, but looked over your shoulder. Seeing 6 people across the river, standing safely on the shore, whereas you were stood in the middle, hearing the ice creak the slightest bit made your heart beat faster. All 6 of your friends that had left you were standing there. Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin. Even Cheryl was stood there. But the last one, his signature denim jacket with a fleece collar and his beanie, was stood at the very edge. His eyes were wide and he was paler than usual. He was just hoping that the ice wouldn’t crack before he could talk to you.


“(Y/N), please! Just, come to the shore. We can talk through this. We’re so sorry!” Betty shouted, and Jughead gave her a side glance. Betty and Cheryl were standing behind Archie, and Veronica and Kevin were standing next to Archie. The boy that loved you so much watched as you turned around, fully facing the group of teenagers that had left you in a time of need. Jughead started forward, taking one step onto the ice. Slowly walking towards you, he told the others to not follow, because the weight of them all will surely pull them under.

“(Y/N). Come closer, please. We’re going to talk through this. It’s freezing and you’re going blue.” Jughead continued to walk towards you, but you stood exactly where you needed to. The ice was starting to crack a bit more, and you wished it would hurry up and pull you under the surface. “You know I love you and I care about you. I don’t want you to do this. I’m sorry that I was so pathetic. I should’ve known to stay with you. (Y/N), I love y-“


Betty Cooper stood there, watching the boy she had probably the slightest feelings for, confess his love to someone else. She wasn’t sure how to feel, but you loved him first, and she went out and ruined that. She felt like shit, putting it bluntly, but she would eventually get over it.

“You know I love you and I care about you. I don’t want you to do this. I’m sorry that I was so pathetic. I should’ve known to stay with you. (Y/N), I love y-“. Betty watched as Jughead’s face dropped and went pale. He stood there as his girlfriend disappeared below the surface. Archie was the first to move, bolting across the icy surface in attempt to save his best friend’s love.

“Jughead! Come on!” Veronica pushed him slightly, and Jughead realised that his girlfriend had disappeared. Archie was almost at where she had just been standing. The ginger dropped to his knees, seeing that the current had pulled her somewhere underneath the ice, which was acting like a glass floor. Jughead hand scrambled next to Archie, panting and looking at his best friend.

“Current’s pulled her under somewhere, spread out and look for her,” Archie spoke to Jughead, nodding. He watched the raven haired boy followed the way the current was going and started pushing snow from the icy floor. Archie repeated the same words he had just said to Jughead, in a louder tone. Everyone had started looking for her. Cheryl was stood at the shore, a phone to her ear. She was wearing a pair of heels, so Kevin had decided to give her is phone to call someone to get another car.

“Found her!” Veronica yelled as she pushed more snow away from the ice. Jughead looked up, his hair dishevelled and his beanie was crooked on his head. He scrambled over to where Veronica was and saw the body of his girlfriend starting to disappear deeper into the water. He looked around, in hopes to find something to break the ice with, but there was no luck. He looked at his hands, starting to beat at the ice. He groaned, his knuckles could definitely not take this type of beating, and Archie saw his best friend’s pain. Despite the words that Jughead would say to him after, he pushed him aside and started to hit the ice. So far, Archie was just cutting and breaking his knuckles, and blood was going everywhere, but he had eventually started to break the ice. His blood was mixing in with the water from the river. As soon as Archie had broken the ice, he and Jughead both reached in, grabbing onto either of your arms, pulling you onto the snowy surface.

Jughead took one look at you as he moved you away from the hole that had been created in the ice. Your skin was paler than usual, and your lips had gone blue. Your clothes stuck to your skin and you were colder than the water that was trapped under the layer of ice. “She isn’t breating,” he murmured, laying you on your back. He pumped at your chest, hoping that it would start to pump some blood into your system. Jughead shivered when he pressed his mouth against yours. It took him about three minutes to get you back, but as soon as you spluttered the water from your lungs, gasping for air, he pulled you into his chest, holding you so close to him.

Archie had given up his letterman jacket, since Jughead’s had become drenched somehow. You were in Jughead’s arms, shivering and shaken up from the events that just happened. You had realised in that very moment. As soon as your body went underneath that ice and you couldn’t pull yourself up. You actually thought you’d end up dead, and you definitely regretted putting Jughead, and everyone else through that.


“Juggie?” You whispered as you sat up in your bed. Everyone agreed to not mention anything, so Jughead took you home. You both got into the house just fine, since your parents were out of state for the week. He let you take a hot shower, got you changed into warm clothes (both you and him) and he let you sleep, while he took a shower, the scene of you dropping into the water playing over and over in your head.

Jughead looked at you. He hadn’t spoken much, because he didn’t know if he was going to burst out crying. He had just brought you back from basically dying, and he was still shaking up.

“I’m so sorry,” you spoke softly. Your skin was still crawling with goosebumps. Your room was probably as warm as a sauna or something. The heater was on, you had two blankets on, a pair of pyjama pants on, a hoodie and a fuzzy pair of socks, but you still felt cold. You felt so cold and heartless for attempting to do that, especially in front of Jughead.

“For what? If I hadn’t had arrived when I had, you’d probably be at the bottom of Sweetwater River right now, dead. And no one would probably know until summer, and that’s what scared me so much. I love you and I don’t want you to go anywhere right now. It’s tough for both of us, I know. And I am the worst person for pulling that on you, and being so pathetic about it.” He sat on the edge of your bed, looking at you. “Please, please. Don’t leave me,” Jughead’s voice broke as he leant forward, head resting on your shoulder. Small sobs could be heard, and your heart shattered into a million pieces. It was you that broke Jughead Jones. And you’d have to live with that for the rest of your life.

Older brother Namjoon + rest of BTS scolds you PT.14 END

BTS x Reader

Genre: Angst

Namjoon’s Sister AU

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Originally posted by allforbts

Y/N’s p.o.v

I was waiting patiently for their arrival, I was early. I never liked being late, I hated the thought of making others wait for me, so I stood there waiting. Half an hour passed and I was still waiting. They’re only five minutes late I thought to myself, maybe coming so early wasn’t the best idea.

I was startled when I felt someone give me a back hug. I was ready to start swinging my arms until I heard familiar voices. The person who was hugging me had let go, and turned me to face them.

“Princess, how are you? It’s been a while.” Jin had his hands on my shoulders staring right at me, I felt a little flustered but I managed to smile.

“I’m good, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good too.” He said and ruffled my hair.

“Y/N.” I saw Joonie have his arms out wide open. I hesitated at first but gave him a hug anyway. This was nice, I missed it.

I pulled away and looked at everyone, I didn’t know how to face Hoseok or Jimin. I didn’t know how they felt about me still and it did make me feel slightly uncomfortable. Neither of them smiled at me, or even greeted me so I take it that they’re still mad. Jimin was my best friend, and it hurt knowing that I’ve lost him because of my stupidity. I understand why they may not like me anymore so I suppose I’ll just have to move on and pretend nothing ever happened.

“Let’s get going!” Yoongi piped up and we headed towards the entrance. I walked behind them still feeling some sort of awkward aura between us all, but Taehyung held back and waited for me.

“Y/N…” He called my name softly whilst walking and not turning to look at me.


“I’m sorry.” He turned to look at me but I shook my head.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because I betrayed you, I never should have told them to come and I’m sorry because you’ve probably lost all trust and faith in me.” He looked guilty, and I admit that at first I was mad but how could I stay angry at him when he never meant any harm?

“It’s okay Tae, I’m not mad at you. Actually I’m thankful to have you in my life, you didn’t betray me. You only did what you thought was best but I was too stubborn and childish to see that, so for that I’m sorry. You’ve only ever done what you could to help me and I pushed you away.” I admitted.

“No don’t be, how about we just call it even?” He said and stopped, causing me to stop beside him. I nodded and he pulled me into a hug. 

“Hurry up!” Joonie complained and we pulled away and rushed towards them again. I was about to walk off when Jin stopped me.

“Are you really okay?” I nodded, reassuring him. But was I really? My best friend hates me, Hoseok doesn’t seem to want to be here, I just wanted to make everyone happy. “So why do you look so conflicted?”

“Does Hoseok and Jimin hate me?” I questioned bluntly. 

“What makes you think that?” 

“I’m just getting this vibe off of them. But it’s okay if they do, I completely get it, this was all my fault anyway so if they do then I understand.” I was hurt, but I didn’t want to show it. I don’t want to continue being that same old weak Y/N who acts like a child and needs to grab attention from everyone. If they don’t like me anymore then I’m just going to leave it.

Jimin’s p.o.v

I overheard her conversation with Jin hyung. Idiot. I don’t hate you, I’m just embarrassed and too stubborn to admit that I was wrong. Too afraid to apologise for being a shitty best friend. How could I even claim that title after what I had put her through. Knowing her, she believes that all this was her fault, but it wasn’t. We all played a part in hurting her, I was someone she trusted but I took advantage of that, I ruined the friendship we had once I had messaged back in the group chat. I should have never said those things, but I did. 

We walked around and had food, I still wasn’t speaking to her. She looked like she was having fun, especially with Taehyung. Did she replace me with him? Not like I can stop her from doing so, but I was jealous. I shoulder barged into Taehyung, who was standing next to Y/N. I continued walking ahead until I heard.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N are you okay? I’m so sorry.” I spun around and saw that Y/N was now on the floor with a scratch on her leg. The force of me walking into him must have caused a domino effect that knocked Y/N over. Now I felt even guiltier, I rushed over to her side as did everyone else.

“Are you okay?” I questioned, she looked at me with tears welling up in her eyes but nodded shyly and looked away.

“Ya, why did you walk into Taehyung like that Jimin?” Hoseok hyung glared at me. “Yeah I saw everything.” 

“It’s okay I’m fine don’t worry about it.” She smiled at us and got up. 

“Small, lets go get you cleaned up.” Namjoon glared at me whilst walking past holding a limping Y/N by his side.

“What the hell is wrong with you hyung?” Jungkook questioned me. “And you Hoseok hyung, why are they two of you so bitter? Can’t you see how hard Y/N is trying? Can’t you see how much she’s hurting? And I don’t mean physically, but emotionally.

“What did I do?” Hoseok complained.

“Exactly, you didn’t do anything Hoseok. You arrived and hadn’t said a single word to her.” Yoongi confirmed.

“She asked me if you two hated her.” Jin confessed.

“What? No I don’t, I’m just guilty for being so mean so I don’t know how to be around her.”

“She’s trying to push it aside and pretend that nothing happened, she’s trying but the two of you aren’t doing anything to help her and Jimin hyung, why would you knock into Taehyung like that?”

“You’re jealous because we’re close aren’t you?” Taehyung interjected.

“She was my best friend, but now you come along, I don’t even know how to apologise to her and you’re making it more difficult for me.” I said in such a bitter tone, I’m sure everyone realised that I was just jealous.

“You don’t know how much she misses you Jimin, and Hoseok hyung you have no idea how bad she feels for lashing out on you. Just have some decency and apologise for a change and stop making her feel like she’s in hell because the both of you are incapable of saying a simple sorry.”

“She misses me?” 

“Isn’t it obvious? She keeps stealing glances at you and after realising you don’t even care enough to look at her face just drops.” Jungkook said whilst rolling his eyes. 

It was silent between us all until Y/N came back, smiling.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok hyung asked her, which took her by surprise because her eyes widened. 

“Yeah, I’m definitely much better now.” Her smile was so genuine, you could tell that she was sincerely happy that Hoseok acknowledged her.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” I apologised.

“Oh no, it’s not your fault I’m just really clumsy I mean I must take it after my brother, I can’t even stand properly.” Namjoon hyung flicked her on the head.

“Not just that, I’m sorry for everything.” She looked like she wanted to cry, but instead she just wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me.

“It’s okay, I just want my best friend back.” I nodded and hugged her back.

Namjoon’s p.o.v

After a few hours, we parted our ways. Y/N and I headed out to grab dinner whilst everyone else went home. Although we practically spent the whole day together, we barely even spoke because of the guys. 

“How have you been small?” I say whilst looking up from the menu.

“Pretty good I guess, how about you?” 

“Same, just busy I guess.”

“You don’t have to have dinner with me if you’re busy you know, I mean you’ve already spent the whole day with me and that’s honestly more than enough.” She looked guilty, how and why does she look guilty for asking to spend time with me? Her brother.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Right, I’m sorry.”

“Why do I still feel so distant from you?” I asked her. 

“I - I don’t know, I’m sorry.” 

Y/N’s p.o.v

I felt like I wanted to cry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know how to act in front of Joonie. I don’t want to do anything that will make him mad at me. 

“Why do I still feel so distant from you?” he asked me, that’s something I never wanted to hear, because it’s not what I want and if that’s what he’s saying then it’s my fault he feels this way.

“I - I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

“Will you stop apologising? You’re not doing anything wrong. What happened to you?”

“Nothing happened to me.” 

“Then why can’t you be comfortable like you were before? Like the old times? Why have you changed so much? It’s making me feel awkward and uncomfortable.”

“I, I guess I’m afraid of doing something that you don’t like that will aggravate you. I don’t want to do something that you don’t like. I want to be that good younger sister that you loved before, but I didn’t know that it was making you feel uncomfortable.”

“Why does what I like matter so much? What about the things that you like?”

Namjoon’s p.o.v

“Last time I did something like that, this huge mess happened. I don’t want that again.” She said so quietly I could barely hear her.

“This is because of me?”

“I’m not blaming you oppa, it was my fault. I should have been more careful, I should have looked out for you more and I shouldn’t have done those things that could damage your career. You’ve worked so hard for it, I can’t be the one to ruin it for you.”

“How do you think that makes me feel? I feel like I’m ruining your life because of what may or may not even happen.”

“You’re not, it’s what I chose to do.” 

“But why?”

“You’re my big brother Joonie, I don’t want to let you down. I promised that I won’t let you down but I already broke that promise so I really have to set myself straight. It’s what I’ve always done for you so I’m sorry that I messed up that one time, I won’t let it happen again, I don’t know what came over me because I never got myself into that kind of trouble before but I promise I’ll go back to how it was before.” 

“But you’re not happy.” 

“If you and the boys are happy, then I’m happy too.” she smiled at me, so genuinely. How was she so selfless? How have I never noticed? All I thought about was myself the past few years that I had no idea she was hurting.

After all this time, I’ve finally come to realise, my image, the scolding. Non of it was worth it. All this time Y/N did everything she could to protect my image like she had promised to. But when she slipped up that one time to be a normal teenage girl, we scolded her, we hurt her. I finally realised how hard it must have been for her to neglect a fun life, where she could do whatever she wanted. She was never able to be herself because she didn’t want it to affect us. She put us before herself and we selfishly put ourselves before her, or more like I put myself before her. Is our image really that important if it made those around us miserable? All this time she was looking out for us, for me. But I never did the same for her. 

END!!! thanks for reading!! 

What Lovers Do: Part 5 (FINAL)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have a friend with benefits relationship with the Winter Soldier himself: Bucky Barnes. You two have gotten the routine down: wake up, train, mission, come home, have sex, then act like nothing happened. It’s worked for you for a while now. But now that Bucky’s starting to see someone seriously, you don’t know what to do with yourself.

Warnings: angst

A/N: Final chapter! Woooooo! I’m glad you all enjoyed this series! Many thanks!

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Originally posted by whatwasdead

Bucky was watching you again as you slept. Your naked form curled into his side. Was this wrong? Technically, he and Mellie did just break up an hour or two prior this. But he couldn’t help it. Just you being the usual light of his life, with your smile and laugh, Bucky had to have you. 

After the deed was done, Bucky came to the final conclusion: he loved you. Sure, he cared for Mellie and he really did like her a lot, but he always found himself mentally comparing her to you. He thought it was just because you were the person to help him become the man he is now. But now he realized it was because he cared for you much deeper than a friend. 

You were sound asleep, so Bucky decided to slip away. He needed to tell Mellie what he decision was. He picked up his clothes off the floor and quickly put them on. With a final glance to you, he closed the door behind him. He first wanted to get some water before going to Mellie. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Steve there. 

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When I Look At You

Word Count: 2024

A/N: This is a song lyric inspired fiction… type thing?? I’m not good with fiction terminology, if that’s even a thing haha oops. It’s based off ‘When I Look At You.’ By Miley Cyrus. Anyways I love this so much actually :D If any of you want to send me requests I would love to take them, and I’d love to know what you think of my writing! Part 4 of Jealousy will be out soon btw! Much love <3

Everybody needs inspiration

Everybody needs a song

A beautiful melody,

For when the nights are long.

'Cause there’s no guarantee

That this life is easy.

    You sat in the diner by yourself, staring down at your laptop. It was midnight, and although you weren’t exactly supposed to be there, you needed to get out of the hell hole that was your house. It had just been constant fighting between your mom and dad. Although they were divorced, they were still forced to live with eachother until your mom got back on her feet. Their constant yelling and screaming at eachother were bad, but not as bad as your depression and anxiety that had been acting up lately. It was bad, and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do about it. So here you sat, trying to write some stupid paper about 'how far would you be willing to go to find the truth’ but nothing was coming to mind except the shit show that was your life. You had no inspiration, no motivation, and honestly you just wanted to cry. Just as you decided it was time to give up, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You turned to face Jughead, and he gave you a small smile, and you attempted to return it, but he could tell something was off.

    “What’s wrong?” he lightly questioned, and you leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of peace while it lasted.

     "Nothing anymore.“ you whispered, only wanting him to hear you, not that there was anyone else in the diner. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

    "Bullshit. Please tell me what’s up.” he mumbled against your skin. You grabbed one of his hands that held tight on your waist and he rubbed small circles on it.

    “I’m stressed because of my parents, I feel like absolute depressed and anxious garbage, and I don’t know what to write for my damn essay. But none of that matters now, you’re here.” he squeezed you tighter with one arm, he and used the other one to open your laptop.

    “We can deal with everything else later, because I can’t allow that. But first, Let’s see what we’re working with…” he said, opening word. “How far would you be willing to go to find the truth..” You stared at the screen, just looking at the blank page made you want to scream and throw your laptop in a blender. “Write about Jason Blossom and his death.” Jughead suggested, and you perked up, an idea forming in your head. Jughead was on the search for truth, and he so far had gone to great lengths for it.

    “Or even better, I could write about you trying to find the truth about his murder.” you said, quickly typing. Jughead watched as words flew across the digital page. He took in every detail of you in this moment, your fingers as they typed, how you bit your lip in concentration, even how your hair fell down across your face and you didn’t even bother moving it because you were so in the zone. He wondered if this is what you felt like when you watched him write. You turned your head and kissed him.

    “My inspiration.” You mumbled against his lips.

Yeah when my world is falling apart

When there’s no light to break up the dark

That’s when I look at you.

When the waves are flooding the shore

And I can’t find my way home anymore,

That’s when I look at you.

    “I can’t do this anymore Jughead!” you yelled, collapsing onto the ground. It was becoming harder to breathe, and your vision was blacking out. Everything around you was blurry, the tears in your eyes distorting everything you looked at.

    “ Y/N please listen to me, everything is going to be okay!” he said tenderly, trying to not let his worry show. He grabbed your shoulders and he looked you in the eyes, his heart breaking as he saw the tears flow out of them. “Listen, I want you to breathe.”

    “I can’t!” you cried, shaking your head.

    “Yes you can, please Y/N. Just try.” he was doing his best to stay calm, but seeing you like this tore him apart.

    “What’s the point Jughead! I can’t do this anymore, I have no reason to!” you sobbed.

    “Y/N you have me!” he yelled.

    “You could do so much better, you’ll find so much better and you’ll leave and I’ll be completely alone!” you bitterly yelled. Y/N looked at him, and started to cry even harder.

    “Juggie I’m so sorry, please don’t cry!” she sobbed. Jughead hadn’t even noticed that tears were rolling down his face, and Y/N had never really seen him cry before. Sure she saw a tear or two every once in a while, but never this many. Her chest got tight and her heart shattered. Jughead pulled her into his chest, and they held eachother.

    “I could never do better than you.” he whispered, rubbing circles on her back. She held onto him tighter, wanting nothing more to make him stop crying. She could feel his tears fall onto her shoulder. “It’s you who could do so much better, I’m not good enough for you Y/N, I-”

    “Forsythe don’t even say that! I love you more than anything in this world, you make me feel less broken and alone and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she whispered.

    “You do the same for me.” he said, kissing her forehead. You make me feel whole.“

    "Juggie, I know now that my home isn’t a place, my home is you.” she smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face.

    “You’re my home too, Y/N.” he leaned his forehead against hers, and smiled back down at her.

When I look at you,

I see forgiveness,

I see the truth.

You love me for who I am.

Like the stars hold the moon.

Right there where they belong,

And I know I’m not alone.

    “I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered, standing by Jugheads locker at school. He crossed his arms and stared at her.

    “You’re in my way.” he said coldly, although it killed him to talk to her like that. She stepped away from the locker, and he turned his back to her and opened it up. Rummaging through his backpack for his math notebook he did his best to ignore Y/N behind him, no matter how badly he wanted to kiss her and hold her.

    “Juggie can we please talk about this?” she asked.

    “Don’t call me that.” Y/N felt tears stinging in her eyes.

    “Jughead please!” she begged, and Jugheads heart broke at the sound of her voice. He turned around and saw a tear roll down her face.

    “Okay! We can talk if you stop crying.” he said, closing his locker and pulling her into the nearest janitor closet. The door closed behind him and he looked down at her.

    “Jughead I’m sorry! I know that you feel like I’m lying because I have things to hide from you and that I’m distancing myself because you think I’m going to leave you but that’s not the case! Things at home are getting worse and… I was scared to tell you what was going on.” Jughead looked at her worryingly.

    “What do you mean? What’s going on?” he asked, stepping towards her.

    “They… they kicked me out Jughead.” she started to sob, and she wrapped his arms around her. “I’m homeless and I’m alone and maybe I deserve it. Maybe I don’t deserve a home and a family, I’m just a big problem!”

    “No you aren’t.” he whispered, rubbing her back. “And you aren’t alone, you’ll never be alone. Come stay with me.” He said.

    “What?” she asked, looking up at him.

    “Come live with me.” he said again, smiling down at her.

    “Where do you live?” she asked, a bit of excitement present in her voice.

    “Don’t tell anyone, but I live at the Twilight Drive-In.” he whispered, and she stares up at him in shock. He laughed and pulled her towards him again.

    “You wouldn’t want to live with me.” she said. “I dance around too much and sing off key, I eat way too much and I yell at the screen while I watch movies and tv even though they can’t hear me! I sleep all day or I lay in bed and watch YouTube and I talk in my sleep-”  

    “I already know, and I think it’s adorable.” he said, cutting her off. “You’re perfect to me Y/N, and if your parents don’t want you then I’ll sure as hell take you.”

    “Oh Jughead…” Y/N fought back tears, but for a different reason this time. “Are you sure?”

    “Absolutely.” Jughead said, grabbing her hand.

You appear just like a dream to me,

Just like kaleidoscope colours that cover me

All I need, every breath that I breathe

Don’t you know you’re beautiful?

    “I swear Y/N, if you don’t give me back my beanie-”

    “What are you going to do?” Y/N interrupted him, giving a smirk.

    “I’m going to do….” Jughead trailed off, trying to think of a punishment for the (y/h/c) girl standing on the bed smiling down at him. “This.” he said, running towards the girl. He jumped up on the bed and tackled her, pinning her underneath him.

    “Sucks to be you.” she said, grinning ear to ear. Jughead looked around for the beanie, but couldn’t see it anywhere . He looked down at Y/N and she giggled.

    “Where is it?” he asked.

    “That’s on a need to know basis, and I’m sorry, but you don’t need to know.” she said.

    “Actually, I think I do. That’s my beanie.” he playfully argued.

    “Actually, you don’t.” she laughed, trying to mimic his voice.

    “Y/N, please!” He begged. Y/N attempted to sit up, but couldn’t. She fell back down on the bed, and Jughead gave his best puppy dog eyes and stuck out his bottom lip.

    “Is Jughead Jones giving me puppy eyes right now?” Y/N laughed. Jughead rolled his eyes and sighed. He leaned down and fell onto Y/N, now laying on her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she kissed him on the forehead.

    “I think you’ll be okay without it for one day.” she said. Jughead groaned, and it tickled Y/ns neck.

    “I won’t be though! I feel like I look like an idiot without it. Not that I look any better usually.” he said, raising his head so he was looking at her.

    “Um, no.” she quickly sat up, pushing Jughead up too.

    “No what?” he asked, confused by her sudden change in behavior. He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Y/N onto his lap.

    “You never look like an idiot. You’re adorable.” Y/N said in a very serious tone.

    “Not exa-” Jughead was cut off by a kiss. He pulled back, and looked up at the girl on his lap. “What was that?” he asked.

    “What I’m not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” Y/N teased an he chuckled.

    “No, I mean-” again he was cut off with another kiss.  

    “You’re so handsome Jughead.” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back again and stared at Y/N, and she admired his sweet smile plastered on his face. His hair was messed up, wild and free from his beanie, and the setting suns light shone through the window, lighting the room up beautifully. Y/N felt like she was in a dream, and if it was one she hoped she’d never wake up. He reached up and cupped her face, and she leaned into it.

    “How did I ever get so lucky to have you?” Jughead asked softly.

    “I could ask you the same thing.” she said, leaning down to kiss him again.

    “I love you, Y/N.”

    “And I love you, Forsythe.” she whispered.

Little Beta Chapter 4

Prompt: Liam get’s turned at an early age and he looks at you as his guardian/parent. Plus you’re dating Scott who’s always trying to look after him. (10 year gap between Liam and reader)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) Scott McCall x Reader

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Bill Skarsgard Imagine

Bill Skarsgard x reader

Requested: “Can you make onr where me and Bill have been dating dor a year but i am feeling insecure about my body and he doesnt know and when we start to make out and he wants to touch me i stop him and he gets concerned and we fight cause iwont tell him and later on we make up and i tell him whats wfong and we make up? :)”

Originally posted by dumplinged

You awoke to the sun shinning through the curtains, birds chirping, and the smell of bacon. You smiled to yourself because today was Bill and yours 1 year anniversary. You and him lived in a small apartment in Sweden. You living together sort of just happened. You guys were traveling together and next thing you know you’re living with him.

You heard footsteps coming up to the door and saw Bill holding a tray with a plate with eggs, toast and bacon on the side.

He walked into the room and saw that you were awake, “Ahhhh, you’re up.”

“I smelt bacon and got excited,” you said and chuckled. All he did was smile.

“I made you breakfast. I know that you’re usually the one to do it but I thought today that I’d make you something.” You just smiled at him and sat up while he walked over to you, “I just thought that because you’re always treating me so greatly that I’d treat you for once.” Bill sat down on the bed and put the tray of food down inbetween you and him.

“You always give me treats. You take me to places that I never thought I’d go, you treat me just fine.” All Bill did was smile.

He pushed the tray of food to the other side of the bed and crawled on top of you and started kissing you. You put your hands in his hair and you smiled into the kiss. His hands started to roam your body and that’s when you pulled away. You grabbed his hands and pushed them off of you causing him to sit up.

“Are you alright?” Bill asked you, looking at you curiously.

You were hesitant to respond, not wanting him to know that you were insecure about your body. You’ve been dating for  1 year now and you still felt uncomfortable around him. You didn’t like changing in front of him. You never wore skin tight clothes like other girls did because you didn’t think you were pretty enough. Or good enough.

You quickly nodded your head, “Yeah, I’m fine,” you put on a fake smile, “I just want to take a shower first that way I don’t smell awful through the day.”

Bill nodded, “What about breakfast?”

“I’ll eat it when I come out of the shower.” Bill just nodded. A bit hurt but hiding it well. He watched as you got up and looked at you curiously.

“Oh, y/n, what did you want to do today before 6 p.m.”

You turned around to look at him, “Before 6 p.m., what’s at 6?”

“I have reservations to a resturant.”

You just nodded and smiled, “What are we doing before then?”

He just shrugged, “Anything you want.”

You looked at him and smiled, “Let me think about it,” and with that you disappeared into the bathroom.

Once you finished with the shower you ate the breakfast that Bill made you. Not romanticly because you had to ruin it with being self conscious of yourself. You took the tray into the kitchen and walked into the living room where you saw Bill laying dramaticly on the couch.

“What are you doing?” You asked Bill with a smile.

He looked up at you with a smirk on his face, “Oh you know, living life to the fullest.”

You just laughed, “Can I live life to the fullest with you,” you started to smirk, “Because it looks like you’re having so much fun.” He brought his arms out and beckoned you to come towards him. You walked towards him and he pulled you down with him causing you to scream.

“Bill!” All he did was laugh.

“Is that how we’re spending our anniversary?” You asked smiling.  

“I mean, lately we’ve been away for work, so yes, this is how we’re spending out anniversary. If you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. As long as I’m with you, I don’t mind.”

For half the day you guys watched romance comedy movies with each other, mostly ones with Drew Barrymore and Adam Sandler, because to you they created the best romcoms.

Right now you were watching 50 first dates. You were looking at the TV while Bill was just staring at you. You turned you’re head to look at him.


“Nothing, you’re just really beautiful.” You looked down blushing. He put his hand under your chin and lifted your head up so he could look you in the eyes. You guys just stared, admiring each other. He leaned forward and you did the same and started to make up. He was on top of you again. He let his hands roam your body again and just like before you pushed his hands away. He looked at you confused.

“I need to go get ready for dinner,” you said and got up and headed to the bathroom. Bill sat on the couch angry. Every time he tried to touch you always pulled away and shoved him off. He was raised to respect women and that’s what he did with you. He respected your wishes not to be touched but it grew tiring. At the beginning of the relationship he thought that that was okay to be nervous around each other but a year in yu should have gotten used to it or at least comforable around each other.

You were in the bathroom putting on make up when Bill stood in the doorway leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.

“Why can’t I touch you?” He asked quietly. You put down your makeup and looked at him.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act dumb, I get that you don’t want me to touch you intimately but I can’t even put my hands around your waist with out you flinching. We’ve been together for a year, don’t you trust me?”

“Bill please….” you began to say but Bill cut you off. You didn’t want to fight with him on your guys anniversary.

“Why aren’t you answering the question!”

“Fine! I do trust you but…..”

“But what? Why aren’t you talking to me? A relationship is built on trust, don’t you trust me.”

“Bill I already told you I trusted you….”

“Why are you lying?”

“I’m not lying, me not wanting you to touch me has nothing to do with trust.”

“Really? Because what it looks like is you won’t let me touch you because you don’t trust me that I’ll still love you. You don’t trust me, in fact you think that if I see what’s under your clothes that I might think I can do better!”

All you did was stared at him, hurt. You were so confused on what Bill was trying to say to you, “Are you saying that you could do better?” Out of rage Bill screamed yes. All you did was look down.

“Y/n I swear I didn’t mean that.” He started walking to you but you shook your head pushing him away. You were in so much emotional pain that you were crying your eyes out.

“Darling, I swear I didn’t mean to say that,” Bill started but this time you cut him off.

“Then what are you trying to say Bill? Because to me it’s very clear that you’re just disgusted of me.”

“I’m not, I’d never be, you’re body is not why I fell for you.” All you did was shake your ehad wanting to be alone.

“I want to be alone Bill,” you told him has you sat down against the tub.

“Please not on our…”

“You’re the ones who started it on our day!” you yelled at him, “so just go,” you said more softly.

Bill left you alone and closed the bathroom door on his way out.

You just sat there against the tub crying your eyes out. This was not supposed to happen today. All you could do was blame yourself. Why did you have to be insecure about yourself? You saw al the other girls on the magazine and they looked prettier than you, even more fit than you and you were jealous that no matter what you did, you didn’t look like that.

You had been crying against the tub for a good hour when you heard something against the door. You didn’t mind it but when you turned your head you saw red stuff. You began to worry. Why was there red stuff outside the bathroom door? You heart started to race. Was it Bills blood, but you knew it couldn’t be because if it was blood it would be coming into the bathroom. And the red didn’t look liquid enough.

You opened the door to see rose petals on the floor leading out of the bedroom. You began to follow the trail until you ended up outside wher eyou saw Bill dumping rose petals all over the backyard.

All you did was smile. No matter how many times or no matter what Bill did to hurt your feelings you could never stay mad at him. You ran outside to where Bill was and hugged him from behind. He tensed up and then dropped the bucket with the rose petals and turned around until you were facing each other. He wrapped his arms around you and just held you.

“I’m so sorry,” Bill whispered repeatedly into your ear. You guys stayed like that for a few minutes till you looked up at him.

“I love you,” you said to him, “and it’s not your fault it’s me.”

“Don’t blame yourself, I should’ve waited till you were ready.”

You guys just stared at each other.

“We have a dinner to get ready for,” you said to Bill.

“I cancelled it.”

“What?” You looked at Bill shocked.

“I didn’t cancel it but I sent Alexander and Gustaf to the restaurant instead.” All you did was laugh.

“I want to dance to a song with you, y/n. Is that okay?” All you did was nod. He got his laptop and put on Ed Sheeran’s song “PERFECT”. 

You and him danced slowly to the song while he just admired you. Nothing could’ve been more perfect than to be here together.

Protecting the Flower

Request:  A Jay x reader where Jay just wants to protect the reader from everything because she is kinda sad because her mom is mother gothel and she just wants to be like Repunzel.

Warnings: Slight swearing, mentions of neglect, implied self-hatred

Words: 1,149

A/N: I wasn’t quite sure what you meant by ‘wants to be like Rapunzel’ so I just took that as she wants to be Rapunzel herself in a way, so I’m sorry if you meant something else! And I’m having this take place when Jay is still on the Isle so there’s kind of that ‘mother always compares me to her’ thing.

Sitting in my room at my vanity, I glared at the reflection I looked at. I didn’t hate myself, I more-so hated who I wasn’t. I wasn’t Rapunzel. And mother found the desire to remind me of that every day. 

Brushing my long [H/C] hair out, I sighed and set my brush down as I thought of the song mother sang to me growing up, the lullaby she also sang to Rapunzel and later had her sing to mother. 

Flower, gleam and glow. Let your power shine. 

Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine

Heal what has been hurt, change the fates design

Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine

What once was mine. 

The song remained in my head all the time. Growing up, mother would make me sing that stupid song to her all the time in hopes of me somehow having magic hair like Rapunzel. Once that hope had vanished, well, all care my mother held for me went away pretty damn quick. 

I became little more than a slave that called her mother. I was there to cook and clean and just do things that mother didn’t want to do. 

I shook my head and stood up, leaving my room and heading down the steps to the living room where my mother sat doing some sewing. “[Y/N], there you are. Go get some ingredients to make hazelnut soup.” Mother said, then she groaned when I made a face subconsciously. I hated hazelnut soup. “No, on second thought, don’t. Go get ingredients for anything else, I don’t care. You don’t like hazelnut soup…it was Rapunzel’s favorite, she would eat almost anything I fixed. You are so picky. Fix whatever you want for supper. Hell, I don’t care if you starve just don’t come complaining to me.” She said, shaking her head and turning back to sewing. 

“Yes, mother,” I said, frowning and walking out of the house and down to the market, kicking some rocks as I bit my lip. 

I wasn’t Rapunzel, yet I was always compared to her. Hell, I’ve never even met Rapunzel and yet here I am always compared to her. And I hated her for that. 

“[Y/N]!” A familiar voice called out to me, so I turned around and saw Jay running up towards me, and I gave a small smile. Jay and I have been best friends for awhile now, and he was constantly helping me out with my mother. I.E., he got me out of the house whenever mother and I argued. Which was all of the time. 

“Hey, Jay,” I said, giving a small smile as I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, waiting for him to catch up to me. “What are you doing?” I asked him once he made it to my side, me folding my hands together in front of me. 

“Oh you know, on some runs for my dad. Can I come with you? What are you doing?” Jay asked me, brushing his hand through his long hair to get it out of his face, and I handed him a hair tie to help him out some. 

“Sure, you know I’m always happy for some company, and I’m just heading to the market to get some things for supper,” I said, smiling at him and beginning to head toward the market. I figured I’d get some ingredients for that stupid hazelnut soup so mother didn’t have to complain about me hating it. 

On our way to the market, Jay and I just talked about nothing and everything, and it was nice to finally get my train of thought away from that stupid Rapunzel. “Is everything okay?” Jay asked suddenly, looking at me with concern. 


“You look like something’s wrong…what’s going on? Is it your mom again? Is she comparing you to Rapunzel?” Jay asked me, to which I gave a sigh and kept quiet for a little while, kicking a rock before going into one of the shops to get some ingredients. 

“Yeah…but that’s nothing new. I just wish I could be Rapunzel, Jay. Rapunzel was basically the perfect child up until meeting that good for nothing Flynn Rider. Maybe if I was Rapunzel then maybe mother would actually care about me…” I said, biting my lip because I knew if I wasn’t careful I’d start to cry, and I couldn’t have that. 

Jay frowned and looked at me, putting an arm around me and pulling me to him in a hug, rubbing my back. “[Y/N], you are so much better than Rapunzel-” He began to say, to which I shoved him off. 

“How? Jay, my mother can’t stand me! I can’t do anything right in her eyes! I don’t like hazelnut soup, I don’t clean the house like Rapunzel did or as fast, I can’t cook worth a shit, and I don’t have the magic hair! I’m constantly sneaking out of the house! Rapunzel was the perfect child, she could cook and clean and she never rebelled and she was just better.” I said, finally breaking down and starting to sob, and Jay grabbed me and pulled me into his chest, stroking my long [H/C] hair. 

“[Y/N], you are so much better than Rapunzel! I hate to say it, but Rapunzel was completely brainwashed…you know that your mother is nothing more than a villain. You’re the daughter of a villain, of course, you’re not going to be anything like Rapunzel. You were raised completely by the villain side of your mother…Rapunzel got the loving side of her.” Jay said, kissing my head and I felt a small droplet hit the top of my head. Was he crying? 

“You can’t constantly compare yourself to her, because you aren’t her…you are [Y/N] Gothel. And personally, I think you are so much better than Rapunzel. You’re rebellious and you have your own way of doing things. You don’t bend over backward for people who don’t deserve it, but you’re loyal to those who do. You are amazing…I just wish you could see it.” He said softly, and I pulled away to look at him, a tear streaming down his face like I was sure mine had plenty of them. I probably looked ridiculous. 

“…Do you really mean that?” I asked him after some hesitation.

Jay nodded, placing his hand on my cheek and wiping my tears away with his thumb. “I do… [Y/N], you are wonderful and beautiful…I just wish I could protect you from getting hurt like this…I really do.” Jay said gently, leaning down to kiss my forehead, but I last minute stood on my tip toes so it was our lips that connected. 

“I think you’re doing a good job,” I whispered when he pulled back. 

Comfort | Jughead Jones

Hi everyone! 

So here is one more Jughead imagine! I know you’re all waiting for Neglected part 2 and just so you know, it’s almost done. I need to do some editing and add some things but it’s almost there 💕 

I really hope you like it and stay tuned for Neglected part 2 💕 

Anon request: can u please do a jughead x reader where y/n has panic attacks & one day she has one while she’s with veronica & kevin while they r all at the mall & so she runs into the bathrooms & V comes after her & V calls jughead (who is y/n’s boyfriend) to come & help her because he’s the only one who can calm her down & he gets there & holds her in his arms&calms her & then takes her home, leaving V & kevin, & they cuddle & kiss & he makes dinner for her & does everything for her & it’s super fluffy xoxo

Warnings: panic attacks, anxiety. 

Flashbacks are in italics.


Everything was going perfect. The entire day had been full of laughs and chattering, accompanied by nice tops and fitting jeans. Kevin made his cheeky comments as always, and Veronica carried around her warm and friendly aura.

She was having so much fun hanging around her two best friends, feeling so carefree and cheerful.

Anyone would think nothing could go wrong…right?


All it took was entering a crowded store with sales. That was all it took for everything to go to waste.

The entire place was filled with loud yells and the music playing from the speakers. People were frantic inside, searching for the lower prices and bargains. The workers were running around the store, helping clients to find a clothing item or fixing things out of place. And the line for the cash register was so long it actually snaked around the place.

It wasn’t long before she felt the familiar pressure in her chest, her breathing already quickening. She placed her hand over her heart, closing her eyes while trying to put her brain at ease. But she was so concentrated on calming herself down, she didn’t notice when Kevin and Veronica lost themselves into the clothes, losing sight of them.

Her anxiety level rose to outrageous levels at the absence of her friends. Everything was crumbling in front of her and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

She felt herself losing a grip from reality as her eyes clouded with tears and her hand tugged at her hair. Her lungs were not getting the oxygen she needed and her chest was burning with the fast beat of her heart. Her body was aggressively shaking, barely standing up on its own.

She desperately looked around for an escape route, before it was too late.

She ran to the door, stumbling with some people in her way, but she didn’t stop. Not even when he heard Kevin’s voice calling her name. She just ran, looking for a shelter in the bathroom around the corner.


Veronica walked around the packed store, looking for a nice dress or a skirt with no luck yet. It was very hard to find something when people were practically ripping the clothes from its hangers before someone else took them.

She had to admit it wasn’t such great idea to look around that specific store, at least not that day.

“Veronica!” She turned around at the mention of her name, finding a very agitated Kevin.

“Hey what’s wrong?” she asked concerned at the sight of Kevin’s pale face. “Where’s Y/N?” she questioned, as she wasn’t behind Kevin.

“She ran into the bathroom, it happened again.” Veronica’s face fell at Kevin’s simple response, already knowing what went down.

They were both already sprinting out of the store, desperate to find Y/N. They had to make sure she was safe and help her to pull through this breakdown.

“You go in, I’ll wait here.” Veronica nodded and without a second thought she entered the room.

She instantly recognized the sobs and short breaths that echoed in the room. She didn’t need to look around for her as she found her on the floor, next to the sinks.

By just taking a look at her, Veronica knew this was one of the worst episodes she has had in the last months.

She was zoned out completely, not able to control her sobs and her hand was desperately clutching her throat. Her cheeks were red and stained with tears, combined with her almost plum colored swollen lips. Her hair was all out of place and she was uncontrollably shaking.

“Y/N…Y/N I need you to listen to me.” Veronica said, kneeling in front of her, squeezing her shoulders.

“I-I ca-can’t breathe.” she whimpered, her eyes roaming around the room.

“No, no. Everything’s fine, just take slow deep breaths.” Veronica took her hands trying to comfort her but nothing was working. “C’mon, I know you can do it.”

Y/N was not listening and certainly, she was not calming down. Veronica didn’t know what to do and feared that Y/N’s health was at risk because of this breakdown.

The only thing she could think of was Jughead. He would know what to do. He always knew how to act in this cases.

She picked up her phone, one of her hands still grabbing Y/N’s, and dialed his number hoping he would answer at the first tone.

“Hello?” his deep voice greeted from the other end making Veronica sigh in relief.

“I need you to come to the mall right now.” Veronica instructed, skipping all formalities.

“What’s wrong? Is Y/N hurt?” he asked, his mood drastically changing.

“She’s having a panic attack. It’s really bad.” Veronica explained as her heart broke at the sight of her friend suffering. It was even worse because she was so powerless in this situation.  

“I’m on my way.” he stated before hanging up.


In no time, Jughead was bolting out the door and towards the mall. He was eager to get to her and make everything okay. He knew how bad her panic attacks could get. Sadly, after years of suffering them he got used to her having them and eventually he learnt how to help her during her breakdowns.  


The sun shone bright in the sky with the warm summer breeze invading every single corner of the place. Kids were outside playing, enjoying their free time before they had to go back to school for the next year.

Betty, Jughead, Archie and Y/N were happily running around, the air filled with laughter and cheerful screams. The group of kids were concentrated on a game of “tag”, chasing each other and trying their best to be the fastest of the group.  

However, few moments later, the game stopped as little Y/N had stopped chasing around. Instead, she shrunk into the grass, full on sobbing with her arms wrapped around her knees.

The kids gathered around her, curious and worried as they had no clue on what had happened and what caused her crying. They even spent some time asking her multiple times what was wrong, but she didn’t give them an answer. She just kept crying, barely able to breathe.

Once the grown ups noticed the change of mood, Y/N’s mom went to her daughter in the blink of an eye, rubbing her arms in an attempt to comfort the girl.

“What’s wrong with her?” Archie asked playing nervously with his hands.

“She’s having a panic attack.” the mother replied, focused on calming Y/N down.

“What’s that?” Jughead asked this time.

“She feels scared and unsafe in some situations, without her being able to control it.” She hesitantly said, not really knowing how to explain panic disorder to children. “But don’t worry kids, she’ll be okay. I’ll go get her some water.” The woman went inside the house as the kids kept and eye on her distressed friend.

“Why does she feel unsafe?” Betty inquired confused. “There’s nothing here that can hurt us.”

Jughead, young as he was, put two and two together, thinking hard of what he could possibly do to help his friend. He thought of all the times he felt scared and unsafe and what made him feel better in those situations.  

Soon, he found the answer when he tried to rub his head.

He suddenly took off his characteristic beanie, causing a mop of hair to fall on his forehead. He roughly brushed the hair out of his face before carefully placing the beanie on Y/N’s head. It look much too big on her head and it covered her entire forehead but nonetheless, Jughead looked satisfied.

“What are you doing?” Archie asked surprised by his friends actions.

“When I feel scared or uncomfortable, I put my beanie on and I feel better.” he explained. “So now that she’s wearing it, it will make her feel better.”

He then remembered what his mom usually did whenever he cried or felt sad and tried to imitate her actions.

He gently rubbed Y/N’s back while he whispered comforting words.  

“It’s okay Y/N. There is nothing around to harm us. It’s okay, don’t cry.” The little boy repeated over and over with a soft voice, always being patient with her. He hoped it would work as it did when his mom comforted him, wishing for her to stop crying.  

And she eventually did.

Her tears stopped falling, leaving her rubbing her nose and hiccuping the rest of her cries. She had puffy eyes and stained cheeks but the important thing was that she had stopped crying.

When Y/N’s mom retuned with a bottle of water, she was surprised not only by the sweetness of the little boy taking care of her daughter, but also by his ability to manage the situation with calm and kindness just like any other adult.    

She kneeled in front of Y/N and offered her the bottle. She dried her wet cheeks and kissed her head, before turning around to smile to the raven haired boy.

“Thank you for calming her down Jughead.” She sincerely said, earning a smile from him, happy that he was able to make Y/N feel better.  


Jughead got to the mall in just a few minutes. Thankfully, Kevin had been waiting for him on the entrance, saving him time from looking around for them. He ran until he collided with the bathroom door, ignoring that it was in fact a women’s bathroom. He went inside, finding a very worked up Y/N and a desperate and concerned Veronica, trying her best to soothe her with kind words and a sweet voice.

Veronica turned around at the sound of the door opening, instantly sighing in relief at the sight of him.

“Oh thank God!” she exclaimed, backing up some steps to give him room to be with Y/N. Jughead gave her a short nod, before focusing his gaze on Y/N.

“Hey love.” Jughead said in a calm casual voice avoiding to startle her. He sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her body in order to place her in his lap. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here, you’re safe.”

He could tell she was past the point of self control, not really knowing what to do with herself anymore. He had to ground her before anything else, otherwise everything he said would be useless.

So starting with that, he took her hand in his and placed it on the floor, making sure her palm was flat against the white tiles covering the concrete.

“Feel the floor beneath us Y/N. Feel how it’s supporting our weight and how soft and cold it feels compared to your hand.” Jughead moved her hand around, caressing the floor with slow movements. Once she opened her eyes, he took the chance and placed that same hand on his chest.

“Now you feel that?” he asked before taking a deep breath. His chest swelled under her hand, as the air filled his lungs. “I want you to take deep breaths with me and try to match your breathing to mine okay?” She didn’t give him an answer but she closed her eyes once again replicating his actions and taking her first deep breath. “That’s it, keep going.” he smiled proudly as she repeated the process.

The new intake of oxygen made its way into her system, slowly getting rid of the red tint of her skin and her purplish looking lips. The sobs became silent tears, the lump on her throat disappearing completely.  All in all, she was coming back to him as she had found some stability to hold onto.

“I’m here.” Jughead said, placing both of her hands on his cheeks. “You’re here too.” he reassured while he dragged one of his fingers all over her face, trying to make her aware of her body and her surroundings.

Encouraged by his actions, she gently mapped his face, feeling the warmth emanating from his skin. She traced every little spot and freckle she could find, giving her mind something else to think about.

“See?” Jughead asked once she was done tracing his features. He placed a kiss on her palm, holding it close to him. “I’m here, you’re safe and everything is okay.”

Y/N nodded and breathed relieved, hiding her face on her boyfriend’s chest. Jughead smiled a bit while brushing her hair with his hand, placing sweet kisses on her forehead. He was happy and beyond proud that she was able to pull through one more time.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” He helped her up with careful moves, adapting to her own pace, making sure to keep his hand attached to hers at all times. “Thank you Veronica, I’ll take it from here.”

“Thank you. I’ll call later to see how she’s doing.” she replied, gently fixing a strand of Y/N’s hair. “Take care of her, please.” Jughead nodded, guiding Y/N out of the bathroom.

The way home was filled with silence. Jughead knew she needed space to ease her brain and he didn’t want to put pressure on her by starting a conversation. Struggling with panic disorder was something really hard for her and after being strong for so long, the only thing she needed was rest. Especially considering the battle she fought moments prior. Jughead knew he was walking on eggshells after an episode, but still, he wanted to be there because that’s when she needed him the most.

When they arrived at her house, Jughead took her to her room, both of them taking off their shoes and laying down on the bed. She scooted closer to him, silently requesting for him to cuddle her. Jughead instantly wrapped one of his arms around her waist while his other arm supported her head acting as a pillow. Y/N closed her eyes and sighed in contentment at the comforting feeling invading her senses.

“Why don’t you take a nap to reset your mind?” he suggested, holding her a tad bit closer. “I’ll be here the entire time.”

“I’m not tired.” she replied, but a yawn escaped her lips, betraying her previous complaint. Jughead chuckled amused and pulled the duvet to cover their bodies.

“Trust me, you need some rest.” she gave a little whine but he ignored it, reluctant to get her to sleep for a bit.

Her brain was like a little kid’s brain, needing to hear something in order to fall asleep. So he thought of an old trick that always worked when she needed to rest but she didn’t want to.

“You know the other day I was watching “12 Angry Men” for the thousandth time and I still can’t believe how underrated it is.” he commented.

“How so?” Y/N asked with a husky voice, fatigue laced in her voice. Jughead smiled satisfied as she snuggled to him, ready to listen to his story.

“You see, it is a great movie with a brilliant plot and well thought arguments that change the whole dynamics of the lawyers every once in a while. It has the perfect amount of cliffhanger to leave all the viewers at the edge of their seats.”

“Then why do you think it is underrated?” Her eyes shut closed, sleep taking over her body.

“It was a failure at the box-office. People was not interested enough because of its lack of color. It was only until it was aired on TV that people started to like the movie…” And he kept going. Talking about how the movie criticized the court system and how it displayed its rejection to the ignorance and stubbornness of some people in charge of the system.

He knew she was listening, but he also knew she was surely falling into a deep slumber. He could go on forever, giving his critical opinions on cinematographic matters just to lull her to sleep. He didn’t care if she was not awake to listen to his rants, as long as she was safe and calm, he didn’t care about anything else.


The smell of cooked vegetables and chicken invaded the house, hitting Y/N’s nose and pulling her out of her dozed off state. She patted the place next to her, realizing she had woken up to an empty bed. She rubbed her eyes and stretched a bit before standing up, her bare feet hitting the carpeted floor.

She followed the light and noise coming from downstairs, ending up in the kitchen. Jughead was in front of the stove, concentratedly stirring a pot while pouring a bit of salt into it. A grin bloomed on her face at the sight of him.

He turned around once he heard the footsteps approaching him and offered her a warm smile.

“Hey! I was about to wake you up.” he excitedly greeted her. “Come here, I made you some soup. Eating makes everything better.” he declared, earning a sincere laugh from her. She went to him and wrapped her arms around his torso, holding him tight against her.

“I’m really sorry Jug. I didn’t want to cause so much trouble.” she apologized with muffled words as her face was buried in his chest.

“Don’t be sorry.” he quickly replied taking her face in his hands. “This is a rollercoaster. Some days we’re up and some days we’re down. It’s okay to have bad days babe, so don’t apologize for not being okay.” She felt the tears gathering up in her eyes but she swallowed the lump in her throat as she had had enough crying that day.

“I love you.” Y/N whispered with her eyes closed, leaning into his touch and letting herself melt in his hands.

“I love you too.” he said with a smile before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Now let’s eat some chicken noodle soup and we’ll both move past this okay?” he asked, pecking her nose.

“Okay.” she replied with a content mind and a warm lifted spirit.

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I Am Here For You Tate Langdon x Reader

Words: 1, 572

Request: “ Can I get a Tate, Jimmy or James imagine? Something that would make a broken heart feel better?” -Anon

Description: You break up with your long term boyfriend and Tate helps you through the tough time.

Author’s Note: I apologixe this is so SHORT! I am so sorry!!! I hope you guys like this. XOXO


It was a sunny day in Los Angles, California, I was just about to go on a date with my boyfriend, Gardner. I had met him when I first came to California. I was walking around the office I worked at and had bumped into him spilling my paperwork every where! He helped cleaned it up and ever since that day in 2013 we have been dating. I loved Gardner but I could sense something fishy going on. For instance, when we would have our annual movie night he wouldn’t stop texting someone on his phone. I would always ask and he always responded, “Oh, it’s just my mom,” or “Don’t worry about it.” It made me upset because he wasn’t being honest. I knew that. The way his eyes would light up when the person texted, when he would laugh forever on something that the person sent him. It was happening everytime. He wouldn’t even want to hold hands at all or embrace. I was feeling sad because he didn’t like me. 

        So as of now I am arriving at the resturant, “Nourriture Par Le Rivage.” I walk in and i want to run away and crawl up in a ball. I look over to look at where Gardner is and I see him kissing another girl. I run away but it’s too late because Gardner stops and his smile turns into a frown. He rushes to get up but I’m already running away.

“(Y/N), WAIT!” Gardner shouts. He was always a faster runner and he catches up with me and yanks on my arm, holding my wrist. 

“Let go of me jerk!” I say forcefully.

“I can explain, (Y/N), I can.” He says.

“No you can’t. I was waiting this day to happen. I prayed that you weren’t, but I knew. I knew it all along. The texts. The laughs. The weird attitude, I mean what else? I didn’t want this to happen. I wanted to believe that it was just your mom.” I said with tears streaming down my face. He raises his hand to dry my tears but I slap it away.


“No. I just want clarification Gardner. How long? How long has the lying been going on? How long ago did you stop loving me?” I asked looking away.

“Its been going on for a year. The lying began two years ago. I never stopped loving you.” He said. I turned my head and looked straight into his eyes.

“That is such crap! You have stopped loving me for a LONG time Gardner. I am done with this relationship. I need to go back home. I knew it was bad to live on my own at the age of 18. I hate you. I never want to see you again. Do not come to my parents house. Do not come after me. I am done with you.” I said and I ran away and hauled a cab. 

It was a good forty minutes before I arrived home at the infamous Murder House. I missed my family. I needed to come home. I pay the tax driver his money and got out of the door. I looked around and saw that my parents weren’t home and that’s when I realized they went on their wedding anniversary trip. I ran up to the door and got the key under the mat.

“Somethings never change.” I thought. I unlocked the door and walked in, I quickly entered the security code and walked to the kitchen to get some food. I open the fridge and take out some ice cream and sit at the table, sulking. I all of a sudden feel a presence next to me and I see Tate, my best friend.

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 He has a smile on his face but it slowly fades when he sees my mascara running because I was crying. He rushes over and sits on the bar stool next to mine. I look at him and he puts his cold hand on my cheek and brushes my tears away with his hand.

“What happened (Y/N)?” He asks.

“Oh, Tate. Something terrible.” I say as my body shakes because of my harsh crying. Tate opens his arms so that I could cuddle next to him. I accepted it and caressed my hair and kissed my head.

“Let me guess, Gardner broke up with you.” He said.

I just shake my head yes because I knew if I spoke then it would sound hoarse. Tate pulled away from me and put his hands on either side if my face adn made me look into his eyes. 

“(Y/N), you are so much better without him. He is a big jerk for breaking up with you, I just want you to know that I am herer for you.” I looked in his eyes and leaned in to kiss him. My lips met his cold ones. It started to get heated and Tate broke apart. “(Y/N), I have something I want to say to you.”

“Yes Tate? What is it?” I asked.

“I love you. I always have. Ever since you walked through that door I had feelings for you. I stayed away because you had Gardner and seemed happy. I love you so much.” Tate says.

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“I love you too Tate.” I said. We start to kiss again adn I break it apart. “I think I am going to go to bed. I’m really tired.” I said as Tate pushed back a strand of loose hair.

“Okay. Do you want me to come with you?” I just shake my head yes. We walk upstairs to my room that looked like I had always lived here. I layed down and got under the covers. Tate got in on the other side and cuddle me with his arm over my waist and keeping me close.

“Good night (Y/N), I love you.”

“I love you too Tate. Good night.” I turned around and pecked his lips. I finally went to sleep knowing that somebody loved me.

Eight Months Later

 It has been eight months since Tate and I started dating. These months have been the happiest times in my whole entire life. Tate and I were in the TV room watching a movie and eating popcorn, as our date night since my parents left for the weekend. We were cuddled on the couch with a blanket over us as we sat with our legs tangled together, We kept throwing popcorn at eachother and shared some kisses here and there. All of a sudden I hear the doorbell ring.

“That must be the pizza guy!” I said excitedly as Tate laughed. I got up and took the money that I had on the counter for the pizza. I opened the door and to my suprise I saw Gardner. I automatically got scared not knowing what he was going to do. 

“What are you doing here Gardner?” I ask defensively.

“I came here to apologize for me acting like that. I was a jerk. I never should of done that. I love you. I miss you.” He said while fake crying.

“Well sorry buddy, you are too late I already have a boyfriend and he treats me better than what you have. The funny thing is, is that he makes me more happy in eight months than you ever did in two years!” I knew that was crossing a line but it was true. 

“Babe what is taking you so long?” Tate asks but then stops when he sees who is outside. “What do you think you’re doing here?” Tate asks while he puts his hand around my shoulders pulling me close. 

“So this is the guy huh?” Gardner asks and I shake my head yes. Gardner gets mad and grabs Tate by his shirt collar and throws him on the ground.

“HEY!” I say. “LET HIM GO JERK!” I say getting inbetween Gardners hits towards Tate. I did not see what happens next. Gardner starts hitting me.

“GET OFF OF MY GIRLFRIEND!” Tate yells and picks Gardner up and throws him outside. “STAY OUT! The next time you lay a finger on her, I will call the police.” Gardner runs as Tate shuts the door and locks it and all the other doors and windows. He runs over to me. “Are you okay? What can I do?”

“Tate it’s okay just a cut on my eyebrow, you look worse.” I say laughing.

“No Gardner does.” He says and we start laughing. He picks me up and takes me to the bathroom and gets the first aid kit. “Sit here.” I go over and sit on the bathtub edge. “This might sting a little.” I nod my head as in acting as an okay. He puts some alcohol on the cotton ball and puts on my eyebrow and I take a deep breath. He kisses me on the lips as a reassurance that it’s going to be okay. 

He finishes fast by putting a band aid on my eyebrow. 

“Are you okay?” Tate asks looking straight into my eyes.

“Yes, Nurse Langdon.” I say and we both laugh. He pulls me into a hug and I kiss him on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I am here for you. Always.” Tate says and I kiss him on the lips.

You Hate Me, You Love Me

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Sounds great! Thanks my love!

Prompt: “I am craving a little something from Big Red if that’s okay. Something along the lines of April and Casey bring a friend by to help when Donnie gets injured and the turtles accept her into their little group apart from Raph who is a bit of a shit around her but it turns out that’s because he likes her. Something like that work for you sweetie?” @girl-next-door-writes

Word count: 1467

Warnings: Swearing & lots of angst

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

It’d become your routine, to go from your apartment to the lair every morning, regardless of what you were doing that day. You enjoyed the atmosphere down there, and gradually got used to the smell. It was the sewers after all.

Today though, you had to be careful. You had an interview at a new office building that had opened. They salary that came with the shiny new office chair was too good to pass up, but that meant an entirely new wardrobe. If things didn’t go well, you could always return the stuff, but that’s if you didn’t get them dirty. So you didn’t go that morning before the interview, you texted Raph your reasoning quickly, because he was the first one on your contact list under ‘Apple Bottom.’ You were running late, and every second counted, especially in a city like New York.

Hours later, a secretary rang you whilst you stood in a line at the post office, telling you that you got the job, and the grin never left your lips as you basically skipped down the street in your new outfit, with a new job label and a new start. You hated that old office anyway.

Getting to the lair was usually a walk in the park for you, but in the new heels, it was a tad difficult but when you got there you knew you had to make a big entrance.

“Hello!” you beamed, stretching your arms out to reveal your very sophisticated outfit: a deep red dress that matched your satin lips, black heels that were far too overpriced for their worth and a small purse. Your hair cascaded in waves, framing your face and your make up was done. This was the most put together you had ever looked in front of the turtles, usually you’d rock up in sweats and a t-shirt, because they knew you’d change at work.

“Oh, hey [Y/N]… Finally decided to show up?” Mikey drawled. He was probably the most worried and disappointed about your sudden disappearance that morning. He’d made chocolate chip pancakes, and wanted you to try them, but you never showed. Leo was straight up giving you the silent treatment, and Donnie was the only one there to tell you (rather rudely) that they were mad because you never bothered mentioning that you weren’t going to show that morning.

“I left a message with-” you stopped, grumbling and rubbing your forehead. “I left a message with Raph.” You mumbled, the others just looked at you like you were dumb.

You met the guys when your cousin April had brought you to meet them, because you were the only one who April knew who could stitch a deep wound up. Donnie, the resident brainbox, got in the way of an attack on April and sliced his side. You used to work at an underground bar, and stitching people up after fights was your specialty. That was all history now, you and the boys were like family. Except one brute.

“Raphael!” you bellowed, slamming the door of his bedroom against the wall and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh. You.” He rolled his eyes and went back to his comic book.

“Yeah, me.” Taking a seat on one of the spinning chairs, your legs up against the table. “What the fuck have you got against me?”

“I don’t know, maybe the fact ya feel the need to put yer dirty feet all over my furniture.” He threw a ball at your legs, but obviously you didn’t budge. In fact, you moved on leg and scraped whatever dirt you had on the bottom of your shoe on the table.

“These cost a lot of money, gotta keep them clean.” You smirked, resting your hand on your thigh as you twirled a strand of hair around your finger.

“If this is yer way or seducin’ me, try harder.” Snorting, you crossed your arms over your chest again; the nerve of this guy.

“So, are you going to tell me why you hate me?” Raph glanced up from his comic book and sighed.

You were patient, and it took time, but he gave in “I don’t hate ya.”

“Okay, why do you dislike me.” Rolling his eyes, you could tell he was becoming agitated. One thing Raphael hated more than someone yelling at him and giving orders, was someone who just asked too many questions.

“I don’t dislike ya- An’ can ya stop doin’ that!” You’d been playing with a strand of your hair, and you only realized you were doing it when he snapped at you. A smirk spread on your face, and you continued.

“What?” you tilted your head to the side mockingly, before stretching and standing, walking around his room. He had all kinds of knick-knacks, and some he made himself out of wood. You had to say you were impressed. Raphael eyed you closely s you continued to pick up and look at his stuff. He found himself not really caring. “Are you going to tell me or what?”

“Nothin’ to tell.”

“Yes there is, Raph. I wanna know what I did wrong that’s made you not like me. I mean,” sighing, you put one of the little wooden toys down. “I want to get to know you like I have the others, I’m sorry if I did anything but-”

“Just shut up, and get out.” He grumbled sternly, looking back at his comic. That is when you really got angry.
“Fuck off Raph! I’m trying to fix whatever the hell is wrong with us being friends and you’re making this so difficult!” By this point, Raph had threw his comic on the floor and got close to your face, his hands in fists and rage all over his face.

“Ya don’t speak ta me like that, [Y/N].” He growled, clearly trying to intimidate you but you were too riled up to give a shit.

“I’m going to speak to you however you treat me, Raph! Now tell me why the fuck you can’t stand me!” you growled back, making him take a step back but not faltering his expression.

“I don’t hate ya, or dislike ya, ya stupid bitch!” he yelled, hitting his bedpost with his fist.

“Sure seems like it!” you were ready to leave the room, a middle finger up at him before he stopped you with three words.

“I like ya!” he even stopped himself. What was he doing? “I like ya [Y/N]. I don’t know how ya could ever be with someone like me, so I just, I don’t know, rather have ya hate me than actually care about me. I can’t give ya what ya deserve in life, and it tears me apart. I can’t have ya tied ta me. I don’t want ya ta miss all the things that someone else can give ya. And I don’t want ya ta look at me one day and feel the tiniest bit of like. Regret or pity.” He was sat on his bed, staring down at his mutated hands. You stopped at the door, turning around with tears in your eyes.

“I would never think that!”

“Ya don’t know that, [Y/N],” he picked his head up to look at you with teary eyes himself, “I can’t watch you, wanderin’ around the lair, especially dressed so amazin’ like ya’re today, or see ya naked.” He stopped, chuckling and shaking his head at his hands again. You were stood in front of him, arms down by your sides, “and not be able to feel so much sadness that yer here with me when someone else could have ya, and ya could have such a better life.”

“No. No.” you were crying, your mascara coating your cheeks, “don’t say another word! You made me feel like shit for months, Raphael! You made me feel like I wasn’t good enough, when in reality, I fucking am! I am worth so much more than the pain you made me endure!” And that’s when you said something that you both thought you’d never hear come out of your mouth. “I wish I had never been brought here! I wish I had never met you!”

Stay there pt.2

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader

Word count: 568

Warnings: A slightly panic-y reader but that’s about it

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Wasn’t It You And Me Against The World Pt2

Word Count: 1,643

A/N: Heres the second part of Wasn’t It You and Me Against The World! Hope you enjoy it! Much Love Guys!      

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Jughead sat on Archies bed with his head in his hands while Archie and Betty were attempting to comfort him while he cried. They sat there like that for an hour, Jughead frantically texting and calling Y/N, trying to get any response out of her and Archie and Betty sitting on the sidelines, rushing over anytime the tears began to fall any harder than they were. Finally, Archie took Jugheads phone and put it on the desk, and Jughead collapsed backwards, shielding his red and splotchy face from his two worried friends.

    “I’m actually kind of relieved Veronica told her.” Betty mumbled, and Archie nodded his head.

    “I feel like an ass for keeping it from her.” Archie admitted, and Betty hummed in agreement.

    “We are the worst friends ever.” Betty said, and again Archie nodded in agreement. Jughead slowly sat up, looking between his friends and sighing.

    “You guys are fine, I made you hide it. I’m the worst boyfriend and worst friend.” He sulked, and the other two remained quiet. “I’m glad Veronica told her. Veronica was the only decent one out of us, and I’m happy we have at least one.”

    “You aren’t the worst ever. I mean there is a lot worse people out there who have done a lot more…” Betty trailed off, not knowing where to take that sentence without making him feel bad. “This is just as much my fault as it is yours, Jughead. Don’t put all the blame on yourself.” Jughead shook his head.

    “No, this is all my fault. I came onto you even though I knew I had a girlfriend-“

    “You had a lot to drink, you were very much intoxicated.” Betty argued.

    “That doesn’t matter. Drunk or not drunk I should have realized that what we did was wrong. I have-had an amazing and beautiful girlfriend who loved me more than I could ever dream about someone loving me, and I messed it up. She practically hates me now, what am I supposed to do? I don’t think I’ll ever find someone who loved me as much as she did. I ruin everything, my happiness, her happiness, our relationship-“

    “Woah, Jughead. Slow down there. You don’t know for sure if your relationship with her is over. Just give it some time.” Archie said, walking over to the raven-haired boy sitting on his bed, and pat his back. Just then, Jugheads phone vibrated, signaling he got a text message. Jughead practically jumped off the bed and rushed over to the phone, looking down at the screen to see who it was from. He ran his hand through his hair and turned to face his friends.

From Princess <3 – We need to talk, face to face. I’ve made my decision.

    “Oh thank god!” Jughead exclaimed, typing a text and turning to find his beanie and the small box he had been keeping for months.


     Y/N sat on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, leaning her head on Veronicas shoulder with Veronicas head resting on hers. They had eaten all the ice cream and watched two movies already. Veronica had fallen asleep and Y/N was getting there, but then she remembered she was expecting a text from Jughead so they could talk. As quickly and nicely as she could, she made it so Veronica was laying on the couch and she crept upstairs, picking her phone back up from the desk chair. She opened her messages and saw a text from Jughead that was sent two hours before.

From Juggie <3 :) – I’ll be at Pops, meet me when you can so we can talk.

To Juggie <3 :) – I’m sorry, I just got your text, I was watching a movie with Veronica. I’ll be there in 15.

    Y/N pulled a random sweatshirt off the ground and a pair of leggings from her drawer. She quickly got dressed and made her way to the bathroom, brushing her hair and teeth, and (put on minimal makeup/decided she wasn’t going to bother with makeup). She ran back to her room, put on some socks and then some (low-heeled booties/sneakers) and made her way out the door. The walk to Pops was a cold one, even though it was spring and the middle of the afternoon, she brought her arms to her chest, huddling up to keep warm.

    She walked into the brightly lit diner and looked around, spotting Jughead playing with his hands. He didn’t even have his laptop with him today, what had he been doing the past two hours? She slowly made her way over to the booth, and Jughead looked up, smiling softly. Y/N felt herself crumble inside, how could he be smiling at her, he hurt her. She felt as tears started stinging her eyes, threatening to spill, before she had a chance to think about her next action she turned and stormed out of Pops. She stopped in the parking lot and turned, facing the building and Jughead who had followed her out.

    “Y/N…” he said softly, but she refused to look at his face. “Please-“

    “Please what? What do you want from me Jughead, I’m hurting. You hurt me!” she yelled, and he felt as his heart dropped.

    “I know, I’m an ass, I am the worst boyfriend to ever exist, and I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me for the rest of your life, because I would. I do. I hate myself because I hurt you, I pushed away the one thing in my life that made everything else worth it. And I know you’re tired of hearing it, and I know it doesn’t do anything, but I’m sorry Y/N. I am so incredibly sorry, I would do anything to take it all back. Anything at all.” He said, his head falling and tears spilling. Y/N looked at the ground as well, she wanted nothing more than to run up to him and stop his crying, to make him feel better and to make him smile, but her feet wouldn’t move. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.” He whispered.

    “I love you too, Jughead. I still do, and frankly I don’t think I’ll ever not love you.” She whispered as well. She looked up, and saw Jughead staring at her. He gave a tight smile, and she tried to return it. “I have to tell you my decision.” She said, and he nodded, expecting the worst. He braced himself for it, this is when she was going to say goodbye.

   “Jughead I feel absolutely broken by what you did. It hurts me, physically and mentally that you cheated on me.” She started, and another tear fell down his face. Anyone could tell she was internally struggling with what to do. “With that being said, I don’t-I can’t imagine a life where I wasn’t with you. It’s impossible, and I don’t know why because trust me, when I found out what you did this morning I tried. I tried so hard to imagine what my life would be like but I couldn’t. Forsythe Pendleton, I love you so much, and I’m going to give you one more chance. Only one more because this is the first serious thing you’ve done to me. You’ve hardly done anything minor to me, you’ve been great, and I think you deserve one more chance.” She concluded.

    “Thank you.” Jughead said, relief washing through him. He wasn’t going to lose her, he was the happiest he had been in months. Y/N walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into her. He happily embraced her as well, the two of them hanging onto each other for dear life. After a few minutes, Jughead decided exactly what he was going to do. “Y/N?” he mumbled in the crook of her neck.

    “Jughead.” She said, and he pulled away slightly, just so he could look her in the eyes. Both of their faces were blotchy and red, eyes swollen and tinted red from crying.

    “I know, that we just made it so we were officially still together and all, and this might be way too rushed and soon, but I can think of no other way to make this up to you but by doing this. What I’m about to give you, I’ve had way before Betty, and I feel there is no other time but the present to do this. I am in love with you Y/N  Y/L/N, I’ve been in love with you from our first date. You’re my princess…” he reached for the silver crown charmed necklace he gave to her months before for her birthday, brushing it ever so slightly. “And I’m your prince.” He said, nodding his head a bit, referring to his beanie.

    “You’re such a dork.” Y/N giggled, beaming at him. Jughead playfully rolled his eyes and kissed her on the forehead, pulling back again to finish the rest of his speech.

    “Y/N will you make me the happiest sixteen-year-old to ever live and…” he kneeled and pulled out a small box with a beautifully simple ring in it. “Take on the world with me? ” he asked, and she stood speechless.

    “I-Uh…Jughead. Of course!” she exclaimed, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. He smiled brightly and pulled her into a kiss, grabbing her left hand and slipping the ring on. “Jughead, where’d you get this?” she asked.

    “My mom, she had old nice rings from earlier on in her life and I asked to have one.” He admitted, and Y/N smiled down at the band.

    “Its beautiful.” She gushed, and he chuckled. He wasn’t going to mess this up, there was no way he was going to let her slip from him again.     “You and me Juggie.” she whispered, capturing his lips with hers again.

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Safe Inside- Jung Hoseok

Request:  Hello!!! I love your work. 😍😍 Is it possible to request your best friend hoseok getting married without knowing you had feeling for him. And when they say “speak now or forever hold your peace” people stand up and tell him that he should marry his true love, you. Hopefully that makes sense.

A/N: Thank you for your request love <3 Hope you like it ^^


Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff, a lil bit angst

Warnings: I hope you don’t cry lol

Word count: 1526

Summary: Best friends should never forget about each other, someone will get hurt that way.

A/N: Based on song- James Arthur- Safe Inside

Originally posted by jinful

“How am I supposed to sit there and be happy?” You whined leaning back on the couch. “You have to y/n. You’re his best friend. You know how disappointed he will be if you don’t go?” Namjoon said sitting next to you. “I know, but it’s hard to look at the person, that you love, getting married.” You covered your face with your hands trying not to cry. “I know y/n, but do it for him. You mean so much to him.” Jimin put his hand on your shoulder. “You can leave right after ceremony. You don’t have to stay.” Taehyung said and everyone agreed. “It hurts so much.” You sobbed wiping single tear away. “I just love him so much.” Boys were already by your side to put you in bear hug. “You’ll be okay. We are going to there with you. You won’t be alone sweetheart.” Jin ruffled your hair making you smile a little.

I remember when you were all mine
Watched you changing in front of my eyes

You were sitting there, looking at the groom nervously standing in front of altar waiting for his future wife. He looked at you and gave you nervous smile and you cracked a smile back through tears. Namjoon who was sat next to you grabbed your hand and squeezed it comfortingly.

Your heart was breaking into tiny pieces. Your childhood best friend. Your love was getting married to someone else.

What can I say
Now that I’m not the fire in the cold

Music started playing, people stood up looking behind. She was beautiful. Just like you remember her. Her dress hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair were put in beautiful bun. She was smiling looking around. You hated her. For taking him away from you. When everyone was standing you were sitting. You didn’t want to look her in the eyes.

Now that I’m not the hand that you hold
As you’re walking away

She reached the altar and joined Hoseok kissing his cheek. When he gave her that bright smile that he used to give you, tears rolled down your cheeks. “Y/n, you okay?” Namjoon whispered into your ear grabbing onto your hand again. You just nodded not taking your eyes off of them.

Will you call me to tell me you’re alright
Cause I worry about you the whole night

He was always the only one for you. When he started dating her you lost the contact with him for a while. You were waiting every night for his text. But he didn’t text you at all. You were always excusing him thinking that maybe he’s busy. But it never was the truth.

Is it time to let go now you’re older
Don’t leave me this way

Celebrant stepped forward smiling warmly. “Dearly beloved, we have come together in the presence of God to witness and bless the joining together of this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony.” As he was speaking more tears started falling down your face. You hung your head low trying not to let out any sobs.

Everyone has to find their own way
And I’m sure things will work out okay
I wish that was the truth

“If any of you can show just cause why they may not be lawfully wed, speak now, or else forever hold your peace.” People started looking around for anyone to speak up. There was no one until Taehyung along with Namjoon stood up making everyone to look at them. “Namjoon what are you doing?” You whispered pulling his sleeve. “Something I should do a long time ago.” He said withing looking at you.

Celebrant was looking at them confused since they didn’t said anything. Thet were waiting for their hyung to look at them. “Namjoon? Taehyung? Why are you standing?” Hoseok was purely confused. “Hyung, there’s other person that loves you truly. All she ever did was love you with her whole heart. I don’t think this is the right girl to stand there.” Namjoon spoke up making people go mad. They were whispering. “Are you crazy? Why are doing it?” You pulled his sleeve again. “Hyung, did you ever asked her why is she marrying you?” Taehyung pointed his hand at the bride that was already looking scared. “Why would I have to ask such stupid question?” Hobi’s face went from confused to angry in matter of seconds.

You stood up looking down. “Because she’s been lying to you for the longest time possible.” You said wiping your wet cheeks. “It’s really pathetic and ridiculous, but she’s been with you only because you were so generous to her. You were buying her all those amazing things. That’s why she stayed with you.” After that you just left your seat to leave this place.

It was suffocating you. You couldn’t breathe. All eyes were on you, but you didn’t really care. You turned around and looked at your best friend. “You grew up so much, Hoseok. I’m so happy I got to see you changing into a man that you are now. I’m glad that I had this chance.” You smiled at him, turned around and left.

If you make the same mistakes
I will love you either way
All I know is that I can’t live without you

You sat down looking at ducks swimming at the pond. Tears were coming out of your eyes incessantly. “I’m sorry Hobi.” You said to yourself putting your face in your hands. “I forgive you, honey.” You heard from behind your back. You turned around and froze. “What are doing here? Where is your wife?” You stood up wiping your cheeks for hundredth time this day. “I was looking for you. I don’t know anyone having this title.” He shrugged coming up to you. “But…why?”

Hoseok chuckled putting you in warm hug. “Hoseok stop it.” You pushed him away. “I thought you love me.” He looked at you surprised. “I-I do love you. But you love her.” You said looking down. “Do I?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

*Hoseok’s POV*

She left the church with her head hanging low. I looked at boys. They looked angry at some point. I came up to them despite protests from my fiancee or should I say ex-fiancee. “What is all about?” I asked quietly so no one could hear. “You’re telling me that, y/n, my best friend loves me? Since when?” I was literally confused. “Since forever, Hoseok. But you wouldn’t see it because of her.” Yoongi pointed his finger at her making me turn my head. “She got you wrapped around her finger. You were so blind Hoseok. For good three years.” Jin’s face was serious when he looked at me. “Three years?” I asked myself. “You ignored her, hyung. Since this…girl came into your life, you were ignoring y/n. Do you know how much she was hurting? No you don’t because she was more important than everyone else. We spend with her every night when she was crying her eyes out because of you. Hyung, this isn’t your true love.” Jimin said putting hand on my shoulder. “It’s sad that you never saw how hard she was working so you could look at her for just a second. If y/n means anything to you, you better go look for her or she will disappear for ever.” Yoongi nodded his head at me. “Go for God’s sake.” Jin turned me around and pushed forward.

*Y/N’s POV*

Darling, I could never live without you
I can’t live, I can’t live

“Y/n, why you never told me how you felt about me?” He asked grabbing onto your right hand. “I was simply scared.” You said afraid to look up. “Of what?” He grabbed your left hand. “Of rejection. Of losing you.” You finally looked up into his big brow eyes. “Baby, you shouldn’t be scared. You know I will never leave you.” His hand traveled from your hand to your face caressing your cheek gently with his thumb. “You left me, Hoseok. You abandoned me for three years because of this girl.” You whispered at the urge of cry. “I know cutie. I know. I was stupid. I was so blind. And I’m so sorry about this. I should never ignore you, I should’ve be with you. Just as we promised in high school. I promised that I will protect you. And I will, I promise. Just give me another chance. I will make up to you those three years.”

He had tears in his eyes making you let your tears escape. “Please baby, I want to make you happy again. As I used to. Because I love you too.” You widened your eyes. “You…what?” Hoseok chuckled. “I love you too, you idiot.” He kissed your forehead. You ripped your hand away from his and wrapped your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry for letting you hurt so much. It will never happen again. I promise.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

Is it time to let go now you’re older
Don’t leave me this way
I won’t sleep ‘til you’re safe inside

Not As Good As Her Part 3

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Hey everyone! Here is the last part of the Josh Dun cheating fic. There are two endings, you can choose whether you’d forgive him or not. I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think.

If you don’t like angst, you can read my other fic here.

WARNINGS: language, violence, cheating

The car stopped outside of a nice club. People were surrounding the door, and it looked like the party had already started. Tyler and Jenna got out first. Jenna opened your door for you and helped you out. “Hey, Y/N, look at me. You can do this, okay?” she said, holding your shoulders. You nod at her, and she pulls you in for a hug. “I believe in you, plus you look so hot. He is gonna die.” You smile at her comment, and she leads you inside. 

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Never Again; No Strings Attached PT. 4. A Luke Hemmings Imagine

Hey everyone! I am so sorry that this took literally like a month for me to write. I really hope you guys enjoy this next part and stay tuned for part 5!! Also, I really recommend listening to Clarivoyant by The Story So Far with this chapter! ❤️


It had been a few weeks, but your face was still everywhere. You had to force yourself to stay off twitter in order to avoid all of the drama surrounding you and Luke. You couldn’t escape that day, even though you have tried everything in your power to do so. The feeling that went through your body when Luke left you in the alley was one of pure and utter heartbreak. You told yourself you weren’t going to fall for him, but that’s exactly what you did.

The minutes turn to hours and the hours turn to days. You can’t seem to get Luke out of your mind. This is the last thing you wanted to happen. You never could have imagined things going the way they did, and honestly you feel awful. Not only was your face plastered everywhere, but fans were turning on Luke. That hurt you worse than your heartbreak.

Sure, you thought to yourself, you both fucked up. Like royally fucked up. But what happened was between the two of you, not Luke and his fans. It made you sick to think they are hurting because of this too.

You check your phone a hundred times a day, just to make sure you haven’t missed a phone call or a text from him, but can’t help feeling stupid every time. Of course he isn’t going to call you. Why would he? You have given him every reason not to even want to see you again.

Tonight though, you’re having a really rough night. Your anxiety is setting in and you can barely sit still. If you lay down you can’t get comfortable, if you stand up you can’t stop pacing. Your mind is racing and your heart is trying to keep up the best it can. You have tried everything. You decide to fill up the bath and drop some oils into the steaming hot tub as a last resort to help cure your nausea and your racing heart.

Before you get in the tub you stare at your naked body in the mirror, observing all the places that you can’t stand but somehow Luke seemed to love them all. Thinking about him and all the hurt you may have caused him is what caused your anxiety attack, but right now, thinking about how much attention he showed you is calming you down. You climb into the bath and turn some music on and allow your mind and body to relax into the tub.

A few hours have passed since your attack and you’re exhausted. You’re laying in bed online shopping when you realize you left your purse out in the car. Groaning, you roll out of bed and put your feet on the floor. You slip a big sweatshirt over your body and make your way to the front door. You grab your keys off the hook and slowly step outside. It’s near one a.m. and you hate going outside at this time of night. You start to open the car door but are stopped by a hand. You don’t want to look up, you’re sure that this is the end of your life. But when you finally do, you’re hit with what feels like one million bricks.

It’s Luke and god he looks rough. He’s in an oversized sweater and shorts with his hair pulled back out of
his face. You realize that you probably don’t look much better yourself, so you don’t comment on the obvious.

“What are you doing here?” You ask timidly, crossing your arms over your chest. He doesn’t say anything, he just leans agains your car. The tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife.

“I don’t know.” He finally speaks up, his voice sounding strained. The two of you stand there avoiding looking at each other for what feels like forever, and for a moment you find yourself wishing that he never would have given you his number just so you could have avoided this.

“How are you?” you decide to ask, knowing it was a stupid question as soon as it left your lips. For the first time, you really let yourself look at his face and it sets in just how tired he looks.

He scoffs and drops his arms by his side.

“How am I? Did you just ask how I am?” The tone in his voice makes tears begin to form in your eyes.

“I’m fucking fantastic, thank you very much. I couldn’t be better, y/n!” He’s pacing around your driveway and pulling at his sweater sleeves. You can’t help but to begin to cry, because you know that you’re the reason he’s so upset.

“Luke..” you trail off, wiping the tears from your eyes. He stops and looks at you shooting you a defeated look and decides not to say anything. Instead, he just sits down on the step beside your car and places his head in his hands. You can’t bring yourself to sit next to him, you’re not even sure if he wants to be that close to you.

“I don’t know what to say to make this better, Luke.” There aren’t enough words to tell him how sorry you are.

“Me either, y/n. I really don’t.” There’s a sadness in his voice that makes the tears want to fall even faster on your face.

“I’m sorry,” you start. He looks up at you and his eyes are ripping through the small shreds of self control you have left. You can’t hold the tears back any further and they begin to roll out in waves. You expect him to laugh in your face, but instead you feel his arms wrap around your body. You can’t stop yourself from sinking into his warm embrace and allowing yourself to feel everything you’ve ignored.

“Let’s get you inside, yeah?” Luke nudges you off the car, your purse long forgotten and leads you in the house. He’s only been here a few times but he seems to remember it pretty well. He pushes open the bedroom door and let’s you walk in behind him. You go to sit down on the bed while he still stands in the doorway. It’s obvious that the mood is now awkward, because neither of you are speaking.

Before you can say anything, Luke backs out of the room and retreats down the hallway. You’re not sure what he’s doing but you can hear him in the kitchen. It’s not long before you hear his feet shuffling down the hallway and back into your room, and a surprise to you, he made you tea.

“I thought you may want this..” He crosses the room and gives you the hot cup of deliciousness. You grin up at him as you take a sip and are pleasantly surprised that he remembered the way you drink your tea.

“What do we do from here, Luke?” He sighs and takes a seat beside you on the bed.

“I don’t know, y/n. I just really fucking missed you.” Your breath hitches in your throat but you take a sip of the tea to disguise it.

“Luke.. This is your life, your job we’re talking about here. I ruined everything for you. I painted you black when you used to be golden.”

He doesn’t say anything. He just sits there playing with the ends of his sweater. But when he finally does speak, he sounds offended.

“I chose to give you my number. I chose to have sex with you. I chose to spend all that time with you. But what I didn’t chose was to fall in love with you. You know that right?” His words hit you right in the chest, damn near knocking the breath out of you.

“Well I didn’t ask you to fall in love with me, Luke.” You speak quietly and stare off at the wall. He sighs yet again.

“That’s not what I meant, y/n.” He reaches out and places his hand on your thigh, then traces it to your hand that’s not wrapped around the tea mug.

“Then what did you mean?” You question.

“I meant that I fucking love you, but that I didn’t chose to love you. It just happened. I can’t help that, you can’t help that.” You look over and he’s already staring at you.

“I know. But your relationship with Arzaylea,” You start, but he cuts you off.

“She is out of my life. We tried to make it work but I just couldn’t do it.” You start to feel your veins run wild with electricity.

“Are you being serious?” You ask, making sure you heard him correctly.

“On Petunia…I’m serious.” His response makes you giggle, but somehow you know you two aren’t in the clear yet. There’s a lot of talking that needs to happen.

You look at him and admire him, even with the bags under his eyes, his face is still the most beautiful you have ever seen.

“I really want to kiss you right now…” You whisper. He pulls you closer and places his lips on yours, igniting a fire you so desperately tried to put out over the past few weeks.

You kiss until you can’t anymore, until there’s nothing but skin on skin tangled in sheets. It happened fast, but a hunger took over Luke after a few seconds of having your lips on his.

The two of you lay in silence, the sound of your breathing taking over the room.

“Why didn’t you ever call me?” Luke wondered, the tiredness in his voice really catching up with him.

“I don’t know. I thought you never wanted to hear from me again.” You sigh, curling into his bare chest.

“I wanted to hear your voice so bad. So, so bad.” He lightly kisses your shoulder before wrapping his arms around you.

“We have to talk in the morning,” you trail off, allowing the sleep to start consuming your body.

“I know we do baby,” He says.

“You’re not going to leave me are you?” You can’t help but to wonder aloud. Luke pulls you as close as he can get you to his body.

“Never again, will I ever leave your side. I promise.” He kisses your shoulder one more time and you slip into the best sleep you’ve had in weeks because you’re finally at home where you belong.

When Their S/O Has Bad Stress/Anxiety {Reaction}

Note: I don’t know if this is exactly what you wanted, but since this is my first request(!!!) I did try really hard to make this good. Also one of these talks of a panic attack and as I have no first hand experience I am sorry if it is inaccurate. Anyhow I hope you enjoy my first request!~Rin

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a GOT7 reaction to their s/o having really bad anxiety and they stress and worry about everything? Sorry if you’ve done something like this.

Park Jinyoung

Originally posted by kareverie

Jinyoung knew that you had a job interview for your dream job. Jinyoung also knew how high your level of anxiety could get. Having this knowledge of you he stopped by your favorite cafe before coming over for breakfast the day of. He arrived to find you hyperventilating as you went over the possible interview questions again and again. Your appearance told him that maybe giving you coffee wouldn’t be the best thing right now.

Jinyoung:”Did you sleep last night?”

Y/N: “How could I have slept at a time like this? I had to go over those questions and I still need to.”

Jinyoung: “Jagiya I am taking these away and we are going to take a nap until it’s time for you to go. You don’t need to worry about anything, because I know that you are amazing and you will do amazing.”

Im Jaebum

Originally posted by defsoulfeels

Public speaking was not your strong suit. Even if you were 100% prepared and knew everything about your topic you couldn’t help, but stress out about everything. Did you remember to alphabetically sort your works cited? Was the slide theme appropriate for the subject matter? Had you chosen to wear a good outfit that wouldn’t distract from you presentation? All these worries and more ran through your head and eventually out of your mouth as you sat with Jaebum. He just chuckled slightly and squeezed your hand in his own as you ran your mouth a mile a minute.

Y/N: “Do you think I should have used smaller index cards? Is a ponytail really okay for this or should I put my hair down? Oh my god did I forge-”

Jaebum: “Y/N you have spent the past week polishing this thing past perfection. You will do just fine.”

Y/N: “But-”

Jaebum: “You may be cute when you worry like this, but there is no need. I believe in you.”

Jackson Wang

Originally posted by narniajagkommernu

Jackson stalwartly believed that four in the morning was a perfect time to be asleep. No one need to be up at a time like that no matter the reason. That’s why he was slightly miffed to find himself waking up at 4:12 in the morning, because you were out of bed doing things. It took him only a second to realize why and once this occurred all annoyance faded away. The only thing in his mind was making you forget your worries at least long enough to fall back to sleep.

Without any warning he pulled you back onto the bed and began to tickle you. Even when you screamed for him to stop he continued. He continued until you ran out of breathe and settled back into the plush comforter wrapped up in his arms and eyes drooping closed.

Jackson: “Better?”


Kim Yugyeom

Originally posted by jongdabae

Your shirt was pulled up your back slightly as you slid down the mirror. The cool slide of the glass was lost in the back of your mind. Instead you felt overwhelming fear and anxiety wash over you in waves throwing you against the rock that was your own mind. Breaths escaped you as your heart pounded unrelentingly against your chest.

Oblivious to your panic attack Yugyeom bounded into the room excitedly rambling about this and that. Plopping down next to you he draped his arm over your shoulders only to have you not cling to him like usual. Looking at you he realized what was happening, but had no idea how to help you. Unbeknownst to him his helplessness was the best thing for you at the moment.

Yugyeom: “Oh my god Y/N are you okay? What do I do? What can I do? I am such a shit boyfriend I can’t even help you out.”

Y/N: “Gyeomie… Gyeomie. It’s okay, i’m okay. Don’t… Don’t you start freaking out on me.”

Yugyeom: “Jagiya thank god” *Instantly embraces you*

Choi Youngjae

Originally posted by demfluffycheeks

It had been a year since you last talked to anyone in your family. You hadn’t left on such great terms, but recently your mother reached out to you. Now your parents were coming to visit you and even though they were family you couldn’t help how much your hands shook at the thought.

Standing in the kitchen you dried dishes while Youngjae cleaned the countertops. It was when he had his back to you that you dropped the cup in your hands and in shattered in the sink. In an instant Youngjae was checking you over making sure you weren’t hurt. He only grew concerned when he noticed how hard your hands shook as he held them in his own.

Youngjae: “Wait here I know the perfect thing.”

Y/N: “I’m fine Jae! It’s just a little cold in thi-”

Youngjae: “But Coco really wants to see you.” *Holds Coco up to your face*

Mark Tuan

Originally posted by jypnior

No matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t get Korean down. You had really hoped that you would’ve been fluent enough by now to at least hold a simple conversation. After learning a word,though, it slipped right out of your grasp the second you went to use it. Sitting at your desk pouring over textbooks you clenched your hands ready to just throw the thing to the side.

    At this moment Maek opened your door a plate of your favorite snack held in one hand and a soft blanket held in the other. Sneaking up behind you he draped the blanket over your shoulders and hugged you with one arm. He set the snacks down on top you desk covering the books that caused you so much stress.

Mark: “Take a break. It doesn’t matter to me if you speak Korean. I am from L.A. after all.”

Y/N: “I just feel bad that you have to translate for me when the boys are around.”

Mark: “If doing that means you are around then I am okay with that. I love you so I don’t mind being a translator.”


Originally posted by gag-queen

You felt heat run through you body and without realizing it the pencil in your hand snapped in half. Without realizing it you had been clenching your hands, not in anger but in stress. As you realized how much stress you had building up on you tears started to fall down your face.

Hearing you crying BamBam rushed in to find you face down sobbing into your books. He knew finals were coming up for you, but he hadn’t realized how much of a toll studying was taking on you. Unsure of what to do BamBam did what he knew best.

BamBam: “Look at me. I promise you will feel a lot better.”

Y/N: *Lifts head and looks at him*

BamBam: *Dabs*

Y/N: “I hate you so much”

BamBam: “But you’re not crying so I will take that as a compliment.”

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A/N: Hate me all you want I still cranked something out. 

Word Count: 1663

Warnings: cursing, angst, probably a lil ooc bc I put this on hiatus for SEVEN MONTHS WHAT THE FUCK

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

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Way More Than Enough

A/N: A request from one of my tumblr children @ssa-banshee for a fic where Spencer and the reader are dating but she’s been deployed with the army for the last 18 months. She’s coming home early and the team helps her plan it. 

P.S. I set this around season 12. No jail for Spencer. The reader is unaware of Morgan and Hotch’s departure. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8


“Hello, this is Unit Chief Prentiss,” Emily said, picking up the phone for the umpteenth time that day.



For the past 18 months, Spencer’s girlfriend, Y/N, had been deployed in Afghanistan. That was all they knew. She wasn’t allowed any contact otherwise because of the nature of her operation. “Yea, Emily. It’s me. Ummm…I’m coming home.”

“You’ve been discharged?”

“Honorably,” she replied. “Let’s just say my fellow soldiers and I have had a hell of a time the past few days. I’m receiving a Silver Star Medal and being honorably discharged.”

Emily started to tear up on the phone. While Y/N had been away for 18 months, she’d also been seeing Spencer for an additional 18 months, and over that time, the team had come to love her as one of their own. “I’m so proud of you,” she cried. “Does Spencer know?”

“No,” she replied, her voice picking up in tone after dwelling on the events of the past few days. “I want to surprise him because he thought it was going to be another 6 months. Can you and the rest of the team help me?”

“Of course!” she cried. Since taking on her new role, her personality within the office had changed, more stoic and responsible than carefree and breezy, but she started to jump up and down in her office, careful to shield her excitement from Spencer. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, his birthday is coming up in a couple of days, so maybe Rossi’s place. I know he’s not a big fan of his birthday, but make it a big deal. Make him think it’s all for his birthday and then I’ll walk through the house and get to see everyone.”


So much had happened in the 18 months she’d been away. “About that, two of us our gone and we have two new recruits, in addition to Tara who you only met briefly.”

Y/N’s heart clutched in her throat. She’d been through hell and back during her deployment, but she’d never expected that they had too. “What happened? Is everyone okay?” Her voice tended to crack under the strain of emotion, much like Spencer’s did. 

“No one has died, so that’s the good thing, but Hotch had to enter witness protection and Morgan left of his own accord because of Savannah and the baby.” The vice grip on her heart released as Emily spoke. Savannah had been pregnant when she left, and she was aware of the situation with Scratch, so it made sense that Morgan wanted to protect his family, but she did love them like Spencer did, so it was hard to believe she wouldn’t see them ever again, in Hotch’s case at least.

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat and staved off the tears as best she could. She didn’t regret serving her country, but she couldn’t help but realize how much life had changed at home, especially for Spencer, and she hadn’t been there to help him through it all. It made her heart ache. “Who are the new people?”

“SSA Luke Alvez and SSA Stephen Walker,” Emily replied. “The latter I know from my time with Interpol. Both really good guys.”

“I’m sure they are,” Y/N smiled. “And I look forward to meeting them. You can tell everyone but Spencer that I’m coming home okay?”

“I’ve got it,” she said with a smile. “We’ll make sure he’s surprised.”

After saying their goodbyes, Emily hung up the phone and immediately pulled out her cell, pulling Tara, JJ, Rossi, Luke, Stephen and Garcia into a group text.

Emily: Everyone! Y/N is being honorably discharged! She’s coming home in a couple of days!

Garcia: OMG. OMG. OMG! Does Boy Wonder know?

Emily: No, she wants it to be a surprise.

Rossi: Should we have his birthday at my place?

Emily: That’s what she was thinking.

Luke and Stephen: Spencer’s girlfriend, Y/N?

Emily: Yes! You’ll finally get to meet her.

Luke: From how Spencer talks about her, I’m sure she’s amazing.

Emily: JJ are you there?

JJ: Yea, I’m good. Just crying and trying to hide it from Spence.


Emily: Yes, you do. :D Get on it!

Three days later, with much intense planning and pulling together on Garcia’s part, Spencer’s birthday finally arrived. Rossi’s house was decked out in every colored streamer and balloon imaginable. Of course, Spencer had to be dragged out of his apartment; he never really cared for his birthday, but he promised he’d come anyway.

As they walked into the backyard, a table was decked out in gifts from each member of the team – the best gift of all was of course on her way. Even the team hadn’t seen her yet. She was getting a cab to Rossi’s place and he’d told her to use a spare key that he’d left outside for her to get in and walk through the place.

“You guys didn’t have to do this for me,” Spencer said. “You know how much I hate birthdays.”

“We know,” Garcia said, the smile plastered on her face. It probably looked weird to Spencer that she had this permanent smile, but she couldn’t help herself. “But we wanted to do it.”

Y/N to Group: I’m here! Walking through the house now.

Rossi hide his smirk and glanced back into his house, where he saw Y/N walking through, a slight limp in her step and some bandages on her arm. “You have a ton of gifts waiting, but I think there’s a very special gift you might want to see first.” With that, he looked back and Spencer’s face scrunched in confusion before he did the same.

The second he turned around his eyes lit up, tears stinging at the corners as he walked up to embrace her. Normally, she would’ve jumped up to wrap her legs around him, but her injuries kept her from doing so, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed him to lift her off the ground. “Baby, I’ve missed you,” Spencer said as he kissed her neck. His tears dropped to her skin and the emotion of the moment finally overtook him as he started to sob. “How are you here?”

“Honorably discharged, babe. I’m done now.”

She’d been in the military for ten years and had promised this was her last tour, but it didn’t make every day away from her any easier. “Oh my god,” he sobbed, his arms gripping around her like a vice – this time a welcome one.

The tears curtained her eyes as Spencer held on for dear life. Through them, she saw Emily, JJ, Rossi, Tara and Garcia, whom she recognized, as well as the two men she didn’t know, all trying to keep their emotions at bay and failing miserably. When Spencer let go, Y/N kissed his cheek and went to hug the people she’d missed and introduce herself to the ones she had yet to get to know. “Hello, I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” she said, extending her hand to both Luke and Stephen as Spencer tried to take in the moment.

“Spencer’s talked about you so much,” Stephen said, his warm baritone immediately washing over her.

With a smirk, she looked back at her boyfriend and winked. “Better be good things.”

“All good things,” Luke laughed. His smile was much like Spencer’s wide, bright and inviting. After exchanging a few words, Y/N turned back to a still crying Spencer and wrapped her arms around him again.

“I would jump up into you, but I got shot in the ass,” she laughed, feeling the sting in her butt.

“What the hell happened?!” Spencer finally screamed, his tears still flowing as he grabbed her head and kissed the top of it.

Y/N snorted and leaned her head into his shoulder. “I’ll explain it all later. I just want to take this all in now. Sorry I don’t have a birthday gift for you,” she giggled.

The breath rattled out of him as he spoke. “Having you here is way more than enough.”

Ignoti Nulla Cupido (3/20).

Prompt: Nat came to you in order to keep her and Tony’s promise to keep you safe, but how would they react when they’ll learn about the secret you’ve been keeping since you left Bucky’s side?

Word Count: 1 144.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Oops, I’m sorry for the angst. Well, not really sorry.

A/N: This is not a drabble, but I needed to finisht this part like this. On the bright side, more for you to read.

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Originally posted by adeles

It’s been a few weeks since your little road trip started, it seemed that Nat had all the time of the world getting to the Avenger’s Compound. Something that really stroke a nerve within you because, if there was an imminent danger, why would she take so long to get there?

After all, she had made you come out in the clear after three years. You were now in the real world, the safety that your bubble town provided no longer existed. You and James were out, in a much bright and scary world than what you remember.

There had been multiple stops along the way to the east coast: dinners, museums, amusement parks, Nat took care of everything. She and James became friends surprisingly fast earning the aunt tittle in a matter of days.

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I Don’t Want To (Dean x Reader... work of fiction)

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Warnings: ANGST, suicidal reader, self loathing, I guess like one sentence that might be considered slightly fluffy if you’re imaginative

A/N: This is for ANGST DAY! This my first attempt at angst. I have decided that I am too nice for angst. I can’t do this to people anymore. AHH. Expect me to go back on that and kill a fictional character some day. Also, I’m not sure what this is. Is it an extended drabble? Is it a one-shot? An imagine? Help. Anyways, enjoy!

Tags: @the-killer-ballerina @death2thevirgin @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Kari, I know you’ve got a lot of reading to do today, so no worries if you don’t get to this!)


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