Uhhh, bughead switch with Archie and Fred and Betty ends up shot?? For a prompt. Thats v depressing omg 😅
Finally wrote this prompt up! Hope you enjoy. ❤️
Betty and Jughead sit across from each other in a booth at Pop’s, not really knowing what to say or where to go from here.
Jughead is a Southside Serpent now that’s the only thing Betty knows for sure. Things had been perfect the night before. They had told each other they loved each other, they had finally admitted it aloud. The feeling that coursed through Betty when Jughead had told her he loved her was unlike any other she had ever experienced. She’d felt happy, finally a sense of true happiness had ran through her. She’d been excited. Now that they’d taken this step in their relationship, everything felt so much more secure and certain. She had known from the beginning that Jughead Jones wasn’t like any other boy she’d ever known. He was different, he was everything. When she thought of where she’d be years from now, she always pictured Jughead by her side. She had been ready to give herself to him.
She never even made out with a guy before Jughead decided to kiss her that day in her room, but there was no one else in the world that she could ever imagine losing her virginity to. She knew it was supposed to be something special and unique, at least that’s what the books and movies said. She didn’t care for any of that, though. As long as Jughead was the person she was with, it was special. She didn’t need roses and candles or cheesy music playing in the background. She just needed him. And she could have had him.
Now she sits in front of him, not knowing if she can accept the person in front of her.
He’s wearing his brand new leather jacket. It looks good on him, she won’t try to lie. He looks sexy in leather and it’s a look she could have gotten used to if it weren’t for the serpent on the back of it that let everyone know who he was now. This wasn’t the Jughead she had known and she didn’t know if she could know him now or if she even wanted to. It had been one thing when it was just FP that was a Serpent. She could accept that, FP wasn’t her boyfriend. Jughead was a completely different story.
“I’m still the same,” he tells her. He’s said it several times since they’ve gotten to Pop’s. Betty had stormed out of the trailer once the Serpent’s had left last night. It was more on impulse than anything else. She couldn’t hide from him forever though, and she knew that. It was why she had agreed to come and meet him for breakfast. The pancakes in front of her stay untouched.
“You’re already changing and you don’t even see it.” She doesn’t mean on the outside, not really at least. Jughead sits up straight, arm thrown over the back of the booth. It’s how it usually sits but where he’d been hunched over and broody before, now he sits up straight and confident. She wants to be here for it, she wants to love him through this, but it’s too much too soon and it’s confusing her. “Going to Southside High was one thing, but this is a whole different ballgame. You’re the son of the leader of the Serpents, Juggie. What does that mean for you?”
“It means I have a family, Betts.” He says it so gently. The words break her heart. She knows he’s right. With his dad in jail, the Serpent’s probably are the closest thing he has to a family right now.
“You have me,” she reminds him, biting her lip. “I’m your family.”
“I know you are, but they can protect me. They can offer things that you can’t.” The words sting but she understands what he’s trying to say to her. “This doesn’t change anything. I’m still the same person I was last night before all of this happened and I’m going to continue being that person.”
“What if everything changes?”
“What if it doesn’t? Or what if it does? So what if things change? We could use a little bit of change around here. Who knows, maybe things will be better.”
She lets out a little snort, but she smiles at him, at the truth behind his words. He’s not trying to tell her what she wants to hear. He’s being honest.
“I love you, Jughead Jones,” she reminds him. “That’s one thing that won’t change.”
It’ll take some getting used to and she still isn’t sure that she likes the idea at all, but she knows that if she truly loves Jughead then she needs to stand by him during this time. The Serpent’s are his family now but so is she. She can offer Jughead a different kind of protection than them.
“I’m going to go to the restroom,” she tells him, standing up from the booth. “I need to wash my hands.” She’d been playing with the cap from her bottle of syrup and it had gotten her fingers a bit sticky.
“Okay.” Jughead smiles at her before picking up a piece of bacon from his plate and taking a bite from it.
Jughead is still Jughead, he’d been right about that. She had just been so worried about the damn leather jacket and what it symbolized that she was letting her mind run free. She just needed to cool down and splash some water on her face. Things would be okay for them, she knew it. Jughead was her soulmate, in every sense of the word. She wouldn’t let something as simple as a biker gang ruin them.
She hears a commotion outside of the restroom and dries her hands quickly, wanting to hurry and see what’s going on. The door shuts quietly behind her and as she walks further into the diner, she can hear someone yelling. She tries to listen, but her heart is beating way too quickly in her chest.
Jughead doesn’t know how to happens, one minute he’s eating his waffles and the next minute he looks up and someone is pointing a gun right at Pop. It doesn’t make sense. Who comes into Pop’s waving a gun around? No one. That doesn’t happen in general, not here in Riverdale and especially not at Pop’s. The man yells, points at a register and Jughead assumes he’s trying to rob the place. A burst of anger flows through him. Who is this person to demand money from Pop, a hardworking man who has never done anything wrong to anyone in his life before?
He stands up, he doesn’t know what he’s going to do but he knows that he can’t just sit here and watch this go down. He hears the tiny footsteps before he actually sees her. Betty steps out from the hallway that leads to the restrooms. Her face looks both confused and terrified. Jughead shakes his head at her, a cold fear going through his body at the thought of her being seen by the armed man. He motions for her to go back to the restroom, but she just stands there as if she’s frozen in her spot.
The gunman finally seems to notice Jughead and he pushes Pop back before charging towards him, gun raised as he yells out obscenities.
“Look, calm down,” Jughead puts his hands up, trying to show that he isn’t a threat. The man doesn’t seem to care, as he comes closer to Jughead. Before he knows it, he can feel the cold metal of the barrel of the gun being pointed at his head. The man is shouting something, but he can’t hear him. He can just hear the sound of his blood rushing through his body. It’s a weird feeling and he closes his eyes.
It happens way too quickly after that. A loud pop rings in his ears and he waits for everything to go dark, for everything to stop existing. He wishes that’s what would have happened. Instead he opens his eyes and watches in slow motion as Betty lifts a shaking hand to her side and presses down on it. His mouth falls open in surprise, in horror, he doesn’t know. She pulls her hand away from her side slowly and looks down at it, seeing it covered in blood.
“Betty,” he whispers out, suddenly glued to his spot. Her hand continues shaking and she looks up at him, face looking more pale than he’s ever seen it and then he watches as she finally collapses. Only then does he move from his spot, running over to her and catching her as she falls to the ground.
“Betty!” He yells out in fear, cradling her body in his arms. “It’s not that bad,” he whispers to her as she looks at him, eyes wide and scared. “Hey, hey. It’s not that bad, okay? It’s not that bad.” He puts his hand to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. There’s a puddle of blood around them and it’s so much, it’s too much. When he brings his hand away, it’s completely drenched in blood and only then does he start crying.
“J—,” she tries to talk but nothing comes out and Jughead shushes her, not wanting her to tire herself out.
“Don’t talk, don’t talk. You’re okay.” Her eyes start to close and he shakes her a little. “Stay awake, okay? Stay awake. Pop already called the ambulance, they’re on their way, but you have to stay awake.” She looks up at him, but it’s like she’s looking right through him as her eyelids flutter. “You have to stay awake, Betty!” She looks at him one more time before closing her eyes again. This time she doesn’t open them.
“Betty?” He cries out. “Wake up, you have to stay awake!” He shakes her gently again, desperate to see her eyes open. “Betty!” She stays still and he screams out in agony. “You don’t get to do this! You don’t get to do this to me!”
“Sir,” a gentle but stern voice speaks up behind him. “You need to let go of her now.”
“You don’t get to leave me!” He yells down at her, crying hard as the paramedics take Betty away from him. His clothes and hands are covered in blood, her blood and the sight is almost too much for him to bear. He watches as they set her onto a gurney and the sight hits him right in his chest and he feels like he can’t breathe. This doesn’t happen to girls like Betty. Betty doesn’t deserve this. Betty shouldn’t be leaving Pop’s on a fucking gurney. But she is. She is and there isn’t a damn thing he can do about it.
Four days. Betty sleeps for four days.
Jughead stays by her bed, making sure that her chest doesn’t stop rising. Everyone comes by to visit. Veronica with her tears and expensive teddy bear. Archie with his sad eyes that never seem to cry. Kevin with a bouquet of flowers. Cheryl even stops by. She didn’t say anything though. She had just stood by the bed and looked at Betty, brushing the blonde’s hair away from her face every now and then.
Her family comes by. Alice cries, Polly cries, Hal stands by with the most sorrowful look on his face.
And Jughead never leaves. He doesn’t talk to anyone either. He just stares at Betty with a face void of emotions.
On the fourth day, her fingers flex in his palm and he watches her eyelids flutter open. He doesn’t jump up for joy like he should have. Instead he just watches her. Once she looks at him, he hands her a cup of water, assuming that her throat is dry. She drinks the water and tries to smile at him afterwards, Jughead’s face just stays stoic.
“Hi,” she croaks out as her voice breaks. “Have you been here the whole time?”
“The whole four days.” Her eyes widen, probably shocked from hearing how long she’d been under for. “Everyone’s been by.” He gestures around the room, showing her the gifts that everyone had left.
“That was nice of them. Is it just you now?”
He nods. “Your mom went home for a shower. She’ll be back soon, she’ll probably come in her towel if they tell her you’ve woken up.”
Betty laughs before wincing in the obvious pain it must cause her.
“Do they know who did it?” She asked as soon as she recovers. “Is anyone else hurt?”
“No to both of your questions.”
Betty frowns. Jughead can imagine the thoughts going through her mind, wanting to know who did this and why, but he’s already one step ahead of her.
“I’m going to find out who did this,” he promises her, voice hard, as he squeezes her hand and looks her in the eyes. “I’m going to find him and I swear to God, I’ll kill him myself.”
Betty just gives him an uneasy smile. “I love you.”
She doesn’t believe him, he knows she doesn’t. She doesn’t think he’ll do anything, but she didn’t just witness the love of her life almost die in her arms. Something had been taken away from him in that moment, something innocent and he knew it wasn’t coming back.
He tells her he loves her too and places a kiss on her forehead.
He had seen a tattoo of a wolf on the man’s arm when he’d taken the gun away from Jughead and pointed it at Betty. He can hardly remember anything else, but he remembers the tattoo vividly. He keeps that information to himself. He doesn’t want the cops looking for him. They won’t bring him the justice he deserves. They don’t even know where to start.
“A strong woman knows that being strong is not an option for her, its a necessity.”
So, everyday she wakes up and meets the world and all of its challenges head on. But sometimes, at the end of the day, when all is said and done and she finally closes the door, she cried. Not because she’s weak but because it’s hard being strong, day after day, knowing that if you don’t do it, no one will.
The soft cries that most will never hear slowly disappear as the new day comes and you rise once again to be the strong, confident woman you are.
Some people call it tragic, the way he loved him, silently like a breath of truth might spoil the whole thing. Some people might call it tragic, and they’d be right. So much time wasted, so much left unsaid for so long, can never be a good thing.
Some people call it tragic when they see the longing looks, the sad smiles that belie the truth behind their eyes. They loved each other, and they couldn’t seem to give words to the thoughts.
And time passed. Days became weeks, became months, became years, and they didn’t find words that said it all just right. Tragic. They loved each other in other ways though. A strong grip to anchor each other, a hug when the world was falling into the dark, a prayer, all of it said what words could not.
Some would still call it tragic. For with each moment, they seemed to lose chances. Days and nights passed too quickly. Their longing was bright like shooting stars, but could not be held. They watched each other, and leaned into each other’s comfort when they could.
Lips unkissed, a fire slowly dying, this was their love. Some would call it tragic. But they were never content to let the ending play out so predictably. They loved furiously even if it was silently too. And when the fight was done and they’d each died far too many times, Dean knew that they had to write a different ending.
Some would have called it tragic, when it all began. Some would have called it tragic even in the end. It took so long, they’d say. So many days were lost that could have been a comfort.
But Dean wouldn’t see it that way. They wrote their own ending. They stood on the side of the road and stared out at the miles they had yet to go. Cas turned to him, sunlight casting him in a rich golden glow. He smiled, like nothing that came before was haunting him.
Dean smiled back. He came to him and wrapped his arms around him, a hug that didn’t mirror the many before that seemed to come only with sad hellos and tragic goodbyes. This one was peaceful. Cas leaned into him and breathed out a sigh.
It came to them naturally like they’d been doing this for years. It wasn’t clear, who leaned into the kiss first, or if they were both to blame. It was a sweet bit of relief though, a pleasant oasis on a long, tragic journey. It was easy to tell each other that they felt love, deep and abiding so long as they could speak with a gentle touch, a look, a sigh.
Some might have called it tragic, but none of that mattered now, in the end, where they both chose to begin again.
It has been 68 days without Negan. Without talking or seeing him or even go close to his cell. The desire after him has nested in your chest like an annoying insect, letting you not sleep. Also the reason you don’t find any rest at night is because of the truth, hidden behind a facade of lies and a smile. No one notices what’s going on with you, still seeing the strong warrior. Expect Andrea, but she gave up on asking. She trusts you enough that she thinks you’d come to her if you’ve a problem. Like everyone else trusts you..
I’m so tired of feeling depressed. Tired of being tired. Tired of having crazy thoughts that have no truth behind them. I’m tired of pushing myself to smile. I am beyond blessed. I need to pick myself up and find what I need to do in my life. I wish the people around me understood what it feels like. To feel like a prisoner in my OWN mind! I didn’t ask for this; I don’t want sympathy. I just want to feel again. That happiness, the happiness I’ve felt during my childhood days. I feel like I’m drowning. Reality has me feeling though as if I’m drowning. Working dead end jobs. Barely paying the bills. Life is just one big cycle repeat in today’s society. To feel free of depression and anxiety is what I strive for. Everyday is a fucking battle. But what is my dream? I need to break through this fucked up illusion and find my dream. To find that silver lining. Everything happens for a reason. - I need to remember this. One day at a time. -Samantha
A/N: just a little reminder that I do tags for specific stories, BUT I also have a tag list for everything that I write :) If you want to be specific you can ask me to tag you in everything; everything seb; everything tom, etc.
(Y/N) rushed through the line at the coffee stand just outside of the studio Sebastian was filming at. Hurriedly, she handed the drink to his assistant before scurrying away.
“Don’t you want to see him?” Seb’s assistant asked.
“In a rush, just tell him I love him,” she called back while pacing along the sidewalk and placing more distance between herself and her boyfriend of two and a half years. How could she forget?! After two and a half years, how could she forget his birthday?
With a huge smirk on her face, (Y/N) ducked behind Sebastian’s car and pulled a slip of paper from her bag as well as his spare key. Popping open the door, she rolled down the window just enough to slide the paper into the cracked window. As she closed and locked the door, she smiled while examining her work: a cut out of Nick Cage’s head peering through the window at eye level.
Four more pictures she thought while ducking away from the parking lot and hurrying toward their shared apartment. (Y/N) had placed one of the Nick Cage slips on the side of Sebastian’s coffee this morning, stuck one in the lunch she had made him, taped another to his trailer door so that the eyes were peeping through the side, and now she was planning to put some in their home.
Each photo had a hand written clue on the back leading Sebastian to figuring out his birthday surprise. (Y/N) didn’t have the money to get Sebastian an extravagant gift and she knew he wasn’t one for flash, so she had devised this plan to help ease the blow of having forgotten his birthday in the first place.
At their apartment, (Y/N) had just finished stashing the rest of the clues: one poked out of the blinds to be seen through the window as he pulled up to the house, one peered around the corner on the way to their room, another poked out of a pair of basketball shorts intended for him to change into, and the last one was placed delicately on a plastic bag filled with water balloons that (Y/N) was hiding with until after Sebastian’s arrival. Five minutes before he normally arrived at home, (Y/N) hurried out of their apartment and crouched in the stairwell opposite of their end of the building. She watched the clueless man as he read fumbled with his key while laughing at the Nick Cage head poking out at him through the window. Once inside, (Y/N) dashed across the hall of their apartment, dropped a plastic sack filled with fifteen well filled water balloons on the welcome mat, and then hurried down the stairs and to the grass lawn behind their building where she was prepared to ambush her competitive, anticipating boyfriend.
(Y/N) kept her distance from the building’s exits, sure she would have the first hit of the pair, only to jump right out of her skin when a balloon exploded three feet from where she stood and its contents sprayed her ankles. Looking up, she noticed their living room window being hurriedly shut and she huffed and made her way closer toward the door Sebastian would be coming out of. After a good three minutes, (Y/N) noticed a figure coming from the building and, judging her throw based on the shadow of the figure, she hurled the balloon right at the middle of the person’s back only to have an angry neighbor turn around and glare at her.
“Sorry,” she tried to call out to him; “I thought you were–” her loud gasp as the chilling water flowed from her neck down her back echoed through the chaos as Sebastian’s laugh curled in her ears. “Sebastian!” she yelled while arming herself with another water balloon.
“(Y/N)!” he mimicked.
“You’re going down!” she yelled again while throwing a lopsided balloon at his bare feet and succeeding in making him lose traction on the grass. Running toward him, (Y/N) planned to peg him with one or two balloons before hiding again, but she ended up showering him in a hail of ammunition and soaking his bare torso. His hair hung in stringy wet curls as he tried to stand up again and his light grey shorts were now a shade so dark they almost looked black.
As (Y/N) made her escape after pummeling him with water balloons, Sebastian was quick to keep her from going far. He tackled her into the grass and pinned her down with his body, positioning one leg on either side of her torso. Immediately, a wicked grin of revenge took over his expressions and he squeezed his balloon ammunition until it exploded and sent a small waterfall over (Y/N)’s face, chest, and stomach. She shivered against the cold water and writhed against his hold on her, but laughed along with him, nonetheless. Standing up, Sebastian hurried to grab his last balloon and throw it, but ended up slipping and, in an effort to catch himself, popped the balloon in his hand as he braced himself for the fall. Laughing at his mistake, (Y/N) hurried over to see if he was okay, only to have Sebastian jump up and pull her into a sopping wet hug.
“Nicolas Cage, really?” he laughed against her stringy hair as it dripped along his forearms.
“Don’t judge,” she replied with a smirk.
“It was hilarious,” he smiled. “Putting it on the bottom of that coffee you gave me was genius! I had not idea why people were staring at me.”
“I try,” she replied with a smirk as Sebastian kissed her forehead gently.
“I love you, (Y/N),” he said he her favorite tone–half laughingly but with a smile so large it was impossible to hide the genuine truth behind his words.
“And I love you, Seb,” she smiled back at him. “Happy Belated Birthday.”
“The surprise was definitely worth the wait,” he laughed at her as they made their way toward the entrance of their building, prepared to go back upstairs, change, and continue on with their day as though it was like any other.
With a wink and a coy grin on her face, (Y/N) replied, “you haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” At her words, Sebastian’s eyebrows rose and the smile playing on his lips turned into a devilishly handsome smirk as he attacked her with a passionate kiss and slammed their front door shut behind them.
Warning: Mention of suicide, please read with care
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Jack bit back the question that rested at the tip of his tongue, the one he had been wanting to ask all those weeks ago when he discovered Joe unconscious, the bottle of pills resting beside him.
But it wasn’t time.
He couldn’t ask it.
Even if he yearned desperately to know the answer.
But no, it would be unfair to Joe, who was only just adjusting to being back home, adjusting to having time where he wasn’t watched constantly, adjusting to not being asked a question every five minutes.
If Jack were to ask his boyfriend a question, he worried it would set him off, and that was the last thing he wanted, not after just getting him back.
“I can hear you thinking and worrying,” Joe suddenly said, pushing the hair out of his face as he turned to look over at Jack. “Just spit it out.”
“Spit what out?”
“What ever is floating around in that mind of yours,” Joe waved a hand towards his boyfriends head, a small frown tugging at his lips, “You clearly have something to say, so just say it. I’m not going to bloody break.”
“I don’t have anything to say.”
“Yes you do!” Joe sat up abruptly, shifting his entire body to face Jack, “So just say it! I’m so sick and tired of people not saying shit to me just because of what happened.”
“Do I not make you happy?” Jack blurted out, causing Joe’s face to change from one of frustration to shock in only a split second, blinking his eyes over at Jack.
“I just..well,” Sighing, Jack dragged a hand across his face, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling, “Did you do it because I’m not making you happy? Or because you feel trapped with me?”
“You…were you….that’s been worrying you?” Joe’s surprised tone is what brings Jack’s gaze back onto his face, nodding.
“I mean, one of the things. I’ve been worried about other stuff too…but Joe, you have to tell me if I’m making you unhappy. Especially to the point of..of….”
“Of killing myself?” Jack can’t help but flinch at the bluntness of Joe’s words.
“I want you to listen to me,” Joe reached for Jack’s hands, his eyes locked with the younger mans, “And I mean listen to me, alright?” Once Jack has nodded, he continues: “You are one of the few happy things in my life. You are able to make me so incredibly happy that I honestly cannot believe you are in my life. I love how happy you can make me, Jack, how happy you do make me.” Joe smiled softly at Jack, the truth behind his words heavy between them, “But unfortunately how happy you make me doesn’t just magically get rid of all my problems. There is still a lingering darkness, that deep feeling that just can’t be shaken off. You help though, Jack, I promise. You make it easier for me to deal with those feelings, and you are able to be my light in that darkness.”
Pausing for a moment, Joe wet his lips, “That doesn’t mean I don’t have periods of my life that are more difficult. Like a couple weeks ago. It had been building up for some time, love, and I had just felt like there was truly no other option but to end my life. But do not place that on yourself. Because you have done absolutely nothing wrong. If anything, you’ve done everything right. Because you give me a reason to wake up in the morning, a reason to get out of bed and go about the day, and above all else, you give me a reason to smile even in the darkest of times. I’m sorry you thought that you weren’t making me happy, because you do. I promise.”
“But it doesn’t take away your problems,” Jack repeated weakly, his voice small sounding.
“Not all of them, no.”
“I’m still going to try.”
“I have no doubts about that,” Joe laughed wetly, a few tears falling down his cheeks, “I love you Jack. And I’m sorry for what I put you through. You don’t deserve that, not when you’re so incredible and amazing to me.”
“I deserve you,” Jack is quick to correct, “And as long as I have you, that’s all that matters.”
“I’m right here.”
“And I’m going to make sure you are always right here.” Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against Joe’s.
“Well, where are you two off to, hm?” Tommy asked suspiciously.
“To dinner, I’ll see you guys later,” He tried to pull you away, but John caught your shoulder and leaned into your ear.
“He hasn’t smiled like that since you left, just so ya know,” He pulled back and nodded towards Finn and you followed him out of the inn.
Dinner went over smoothly and you were headed to the pub with Finn. It had started to lightly rain and he insisted that he treat you like a proper lady and tucked your arm into the crook of his elbow as he lead you through the streets with you wearing his coat. Your heart was racing and you realized just how much you had missed this feeling.
You had gone on a few dates in London over the past three years, but none of the men there were like Finn. They didn’t feel right. This, however, felt perfect and how it should be. The only thing that kept you from being really happy was the fact that you two weren’t actually together. Every time that thought came to your head, your smile would falter and Finn would ask if you were alright. Of course, you told him everything was fine, but you could tell he knew something was off.
Having a bit of a rough day and asking for an emergency request: Kidd, Doffy, and Corazon scenario with them having a seemingly innocent and happy s/o, but in truth has a tragic past and hides her pain behind a smile.
Sweetie, I really hope it gets better for you, and know that I’m here cheering for you because everyone has a rough day that can be solved with encouragement and lots of love. If you ever need to talk, don’t be afraid to message me! I hope you enjoy this! (Doflamingo’s was a bit yandere, like wut? Sorry for that…)
It was his usual stare, she had thought. Maybe it was lasting way longer than usual, which, in fact, was starting to bug her, but she didn’t dare to comment on it. Usually, he would get tired of this silent stare contest, get up and leave her while muttering about doing something else. She always let him be; she thought he might not understand her problems. But Kid was far more knowing than one would guess.
“Stop with that smile.” He finally grumbled, crossing his arms before his chest and leaning back. His order shocked her, the curve of her lips faltered for a second, but she kept grinning.
“I don’t understand, Kid,” she said, trying to look playfully disappointed, “I thought you liked my smi-”
“I hate when you fake your happiness.” He firmly stated, and her façade nearly faded away, but she took the last strings of her pride to stay strong; she wanted to know where he had come to guess.
“Really, what are you talking about?” Her voice trembled, and her hesitance gave Kid the hint he needed to prove his thoughts.
“You’re not okay.” He frowned, waiting for a reaction that never came. “Look, I might not be the best person to go to for comfort, but I’ve been through a lot of shit too and can tell when I face something bad in a person.”
He scoffed, but knew he was right when the muscles of her face that covered her feelings in an empty smile twitched, unwrapping her grieve into sight.
“Look, just be honest with me. Don’t come to me with something fake. I’ll try to help you get through whatever is bothering you, but I can’t promise good results.”
He wiped her tears away with a rough finger, and saw as her head moved into a nod. She mouthed her thanks, speechless, through a smile that really looked true. To him, to her. She felt like smiling again next to the man she knew was going to stand by her.
He himself did that too. Behind the smug smile hid the pain of his childhood, seemingly overcome. He knew what was going through her head, even though her face showed otherwise.
She wouldn’t tell him easily. She might not even know that he knows, but he does. And he won’t face her right away, either. If she needed comfort, comfort he would provide in his own twisted way, be it by introducing her into a life of pleasures to forget her former one, or by eliminating anyone who had dared to hurt her. He waited for her words, her confession.
But it never came.
She really did a good job hiding it day after day, smiling, singing, jumping. Nothing wrong at first sight. Doflamingo knew better. It had been nearly a year since he met her, and half of it since he started waiting for her to tell him. He kept waiting.
Until one night, she broke down.
So much pain, so much sorrow, and she could only overflow with tears as she clutched Doflamingo’s shirt for dear life. He stayed still, patting and caressing her back, her hair, her arms, at much. He said nothing, just listened to her sobs in the dark.
“It hurts so much,” he heard her hiccup, “Doffy, I can’t take it.”
“Just let it all go.” She did just as told, letting the blond embrace her as she cried into his chest. Just forget, just don’t think. For that night, she would do just that. “Don’t forget that I am here for you, darling. For anything you might need.”
The smugness of his voice would have made suspicion bubble into anyone; she wasn’t just anyone. She knew better. Doflamingo was a cruel man, he knew so much. But she also knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
He would make her forget her past, and that was everything she needed at that moment.
‘We’re going to be late,’ said Corazon’s note as he sat next to her. She was applying her make-up, doing the last touches on her hair, fixing her dress. A smile ran across her cherry red lips, she nodded, and got up, twirling so her lover could give her his opinion.
But he didn’t speak.
“Is everything okay?” She asked, concerned. The answer she got came after he had closed the ajar door to her boudoir, blinding and muting the space from prying eyes and curious ears.
“I should ask you just that,” his low voice spoke, startling her. He only really spoke by himself when they were alone, and not even that often. “Do you really want to go?”
“It’s a party in his honor. It’s the least I can do.” She smiled, but it didn’t deceive him.
“No, it isn’t. Doflamingo… you hate him, right? You don’t have to do this.” She shook her head, apparently unfazed, but he gave her no chance to speak. Instead, he came closer. “You hate living here with him around.”
“It’s not like that!” Her voice came out as a whisper. Obviously, she didn’t want anyone to hear them. Even though she knew no one could. Corazon scooted closer, and grabbed the crimson red lipstick on the dressing table. “What are you-”
She felt the tug on the skin of her cheeks as he dragged the stick up to her ears. She wanted to retreat, to scold him for ruining her make-up, but the expression on his face told her not to.
“Look at yourself,” he finished, and turned you to look into the mirror. “What do you see?”
“Honestly, I look like you,” she sighed. Corazon shook his head..
“That’s what I see in you everyday: a fake smile. I hate it. I want to see you smile truly for once. And that won’t happen if you go to that party. It won’t happen it we stay here.”
“Cora, what are you-”
“I promise…” He took her hands in his bigger ones, staring into her eyes; once he saw the black mascara she so thoroughly had put on mixed with the crystalline water of her tears, he knew he had found the gem. “I promise I won’t let you stay here. We will get away, be free. We can start a family, with Law too. What do you say?”
Her embrace felt warm as she cried into his shirt, a low string of words that he couldn’t make out. He could only think of the single “yes” that has left her mouth seconds before. He would make sure to change things for better.
Just know that I’ll be waiting here for you - Ed Sheeran ‘Happier’
For a moment, she stands still in shock trying to process what she’s just been asked. Maid of honour. It is an honour and she knows why she’s been asked.
They’re best friends, co-parents, two heroes who have stood by each other’s side through thick and thin. With everything they’ve been through and how close they’ve become, she was Emma’s first choice.
She knew this moment was coming and yet she still feels it - her heart aching and screaming out inside her chest. Regina bites back a tear and instead looks at Emma, at the smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes - a fact Regina only seems to see.
She notices lots of little things. She takes the time to.
Yet, Emma swears she’s happy and of all things it’s what Regina wants for her most. Happiness.
She just hoped it would be with her.
But she waited too long. They both did. They made other choices and now…well now Robin is dead and Hook has proposed and maybe they’re too far down their roads to turn back. Regina sighs. She doesn’t want to believe that. She wants to believe there’s still hope.
Then, Emma’s smile fades as she asks, “What’s wrong? Do you not want to do it?”
It’s that quiver of fear and disappointment that breaks her heart even more. She can’t stand it, to see Emma sad…so she ignores her own breaking heart. She plasters on the best smile she can as she replies, “No…I’d love to be your Maid of Honour Emma…I…” she trails off settling for hugging the blonde instead.
She doesn’t trust her words not to betray her right now. One day, she’ll let those words out and ease the pain in her own heart. One day. For today, she hides the truth behind a smile and tells herself that Emma’s happier.
Summary: The reader is Jensen’s girlfriend and also a cast member of the show. This takes place at Asylum, first con after the lovebirds revealing their engagement and the reader’s pregnancy.
Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.
Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader
Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL, SHE’S AMAZING!
Beta: @teamfreewill-imagine (thanks sweetheart)
A/N: This will be my last fic before I go into a little writing hiatus. Life’s happening and I have some classes to pass before summer. I’ll definitely be writing (slowly but writing) on the side, so when I get back into updating there would be fics all lined up for posting. I won’t vanish though, I’ll be here open to chat as always. xoxo
Let me know what you think?
THANKS FOR READING AND ENJOY ♥
Parts: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05,
“A warmth welcome to… Jensen Ackles!” Jason announced on stage.
Instantly the crowd started to applaud, the audience eager to be Jensen’s presence. He is standing in front of you, the lack of excitement in eyes telling you he’s exhausted from the long flight as you were. But Jensen loved the fans too much to leave them hanging after confirming his presence tonight in Jason’s concert. Quickly Jensen kissed your lips, gently caressing your four months baby bump before joining his best friend on stage. The corners of your lips curved when the crowd cheered up for Jensen.
“I’m so tired…” Jensen’s said, even his voice sounds exhausted, “But I’m gonna do this, ‘cause I love you guys.”
The room mostly filled with girls giggling.
It’s been two weeks since you and Jensen did the pregnancy and engagement reveal in Brazil. The next day your phone and Jensen’s were blowing off with cover magazines deals, the media wanted to know more about your pregnancy, engagement and your relationship. You and Jensen were a bit hesitant about the idea but after lots of begging from agents, the both of you agreed on doing one. The photo shoot is scheduled to be in a couple of weeks and is going to take place at your house in LA.
The news of your pregnancy almost broke the internet; all Jensen and yours social media was filled with congratulations. All the nice words from the cast and the fandom brought anything but joy to your heart. You loved to share your excitement for this new phase of your life with Jensen in a subtle way to be fair with his wishes of not over sharing. Is not that he doesn’t want the SPN family to be part of this but because he is a shy and introverted person.
A/N: Hey guys!! So someone requested that I write more parts for my oneshot Bite Me and that someone is @huntpraysupernatural!!! So if you read, there would be one scene that is from the series and I really liked the idea of it so I’m going to continue this in part three!! By the way, I’m taking in requests as my request list is empty, so feel free to leave a request!!☺️ Anyways, enjoy!!
Xiumin - *He had believed in himself that you didn’t want the relationship to go on longer until he was given the news by the other members who heard the staff of the company talk about the break up between you both and his heart would break even more as the company made this happen and needed to apologize to you some way or another*
Lay - *He can’t cope knowing that someone he loves with his big heart, your his life, has been threatened by his company to break up with him or he gets kicked out, he doesn’t know why someone would do something like this to two people in love, just why?*
Kai - *He has no clue what to do or say, he’d loose his temper easily and when they keep blanking the situation out when he tries to to talk to them about it, or just to ask why, he’d get really frustrated and annoyed, trying to set things right*
Suho - *He’d be understandable when you broke up with him but he knew nothing was right when it happened. he knew there was more behind it all and he couldn’t handle his broken heart being in pieces anymore and when the staff told him it was for the best, he went furious*
Kyungsoo - *At first he thought the beagle line were pulling one of their pranks once again but when he actually saw that they were being serious about staff threatening you to break up with you a week back, he lost it, he couldn’t let them do that to him*
Tao - *He would rant on and on to the staff, they knew that he loved you like mad, so why they did it he had no clue and everytime the staff tries to make it seem like nothing has happened, he’d loose it, whines and shouts at them for making you break up with him when they shouldn’t have*
Chen - *He tries everything he could to try and convince them to allow the relationship to carry on, it’s none of their buisness to get involved in his love life and threatening was taking it too far, he couldn’t allow the staff to get away with this*
Kris - *He doesn’t know what to do, you did it for him, you loved him still and he knows that now, he couldn’t look at the staff the same way again, not after threatening the one he loves just to keep his career*
Chanyeol - *You had broke up with him the day before he finds out the truth, he goes skits about it all, he wouldn’t be the same person he was, he can’t cope knowing his own company had made you do this to him and he doesn’t know what to do anymore*
Baekhyun - *At first he thought this was all a joke before you sent him a long message just before the staff called him over to talk to him about everything that was planned and Baekhyun couldn’t keep calm and he goes nuts with anger, unable to calm down for a while*
Sehun - *His face dropped when he finally found out the dark truth behind your fake smiles that his company had something to do about the break up, he lost his temper, breaking things and when he’s finally let out his tears, unable to stop, the only thing he wants at this moment was you to be in his arms*
Luhan - *He gets to pissed off at them for making you break up with the one you love or he gets kicked out and he understood you did it to keep him in the group but he’s so hurt by the actions that took place, he just couldn’t hold back anger*