#I'M SORRY ALL I GOT IS A ONE-TRACK MIND I'M A RIDE OR DIE AND I LOVE THIS STUPID STORY TOO MUCH

[abbysanders2000]

Not my monkey so not my circus (David x morally grey! Sweet GN reader)

Another collab with the lovely @theratsareback. Hope you like it suga!

Y/n was never one to be nosey. They were always taught that if it didn't concern them not to stick their nose into it. You'd keep out of trouble that way is what they were lectured. But that doesn't mean they weren't a very sweet person.

They'd give you the shirt off of their back if they really needed it. They were always lending a hand to help. Which is how they ended up in the woods in the dark of night.

Y/n and her friend were walking along side of a road. Their friend had her pup Pongo along for the ride as well. Well he decided that he didn't want to stay on the leash. He wanted to go play

The little rascal ended up slipping out of his harness. Off into the woods he went so they decided to split up to find him. "Pongo! Come on its time to go home!" Y/n called out into the dense wood. They had a flashlight in their hand as they looked behind trees and bushes.

A rustle came from behind the tree. An animal like growl was heard. "Pongo I'm gonna skin you alive!" They said as they moved behind the tree. Only it wasn't Pongo that they had found. Not even close.

David was finishing up his meal when they found him. His face still shifted and drenched in blood. David was expecting this little human to scream or cry like all the other ones did. He got up from the body ready to lunge at them.

Y/n shook their head violently. "Nope nope nope nope. Not my monkey not my circus. I am erasing this whole thing from my mind." They said as they quickly walked off in the opposite direction.

David was still trying to process exactly what had just happened. This was a first for him. No human had ever seen him feed and just walk away like that. To not be afraid of him... was just plain rude.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Dwayne said when David caught up to his brothers. "Or like you've seen Paul naked." Marko joked earning him a punch to the arm.

"Shut up you little shit or ill throw you into the ocean." Paul growled only making Marko laugh more. The laugh must have brought David back to reality. He shook his head slightly.

"If you two are done I'd like to head back home now." He said as they walked to their bikes. "We need to get some rest. Tomorrow night we've got some business to take care of."

~The Following Night~

All Y/n wanted to do was eat their cotton candy in peace. The night was beautiful not too hot and the boardwalk wasn't as crowded to due the concert across town. It was the perfect night.

Until a familiar face popped up. "Oh hey I remember you! You were having a late night snack in the woods last night." They smiled up at David as they took a huge bite from the cotton candy.

"About that kitty. You weren't planning on telling anyone were you?" They shook their head. "Not my business to tell. What you do in your time and what you chose to eat is not any of my concern."

He raises a brow at them. "So your telling me that your not scared?" They shook their head. "Not even a little bit?" "Nope." They said as they finished up their sweet treat.

They walked over to the trash to toss it. David was right there. "OK so if I was to vamp out right now and rip that guys throat out you wouldn't be in the least teeny bit phased?" He asked throwing out a random scenario.

Y/n shook their head. "No sir. Not my monkey not my circus." They said. That's when the famous David pout came in. The bratty one.

"I put a lot of time and effort into being this scary. It's just down right rude of you to not be afraid." He said as a glare formed on his face.

They stopped dead in their tracks. "So your telling me basically I hurt your ego?" They asked trying not to laugh but the look on his face was making it harder and harder.

"If you laugh you die." He growled crossing his arms over his chest. "Awwww I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to. I promise I wasn't. Look maybe we can start over?" They suggested.

"I'm Y/n. And what might your name be Mr. Big scary vampire?" They giggled up at him. "It's David." He grumbled. "Nice to meet you Davy!"

If David could blush he'd be about 50 shades of red. "That was a cute attempt at a joke kitty." He said looking down at them.

"Awe come on! I could always call you snookums." They smirked. "You know Davy doesn't sound too bad."

Dwayne Paul and Marko all smirked at their brother. "They are so cute together!" Marko grinned. "Have you read his thoughts? They are so sweet!" Paul laughed.

Dwayne chuckled. "I guess David isn't that scary after all boys."

David growled in their link. "I heard that asshats!"

#the lost boys 1987 #kiefer sutherland #x reader insert #david x reader #morally grey reader

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

wild take: u n shuji are out n about at a park or a forest n he realizes then and there that the world looks so vibrant n pretty ever since he met u

Damn berry you got me, I went off. I love him so much. Sorry I took a year to do this. I did the dark sad shit bc of the shit mood lately. So thanks for the adorable scenario T.T and I typed this fully on my phone so I'm sure its like pretty fucky in spots. anyway here goes nothing:

Ikebukuro was a city through and through and Shuji was a city boy without a doubt, accustomed to the hustle and bustle of city life. His world was all neon signs and vivid storefronts and bright street fashion. He lived fast and was on track to die young when he met you by chance while photographing his cheetah print bike in an alleyway. Roughed up from a skirmish, he spotted you with it and scared you shitless with a gravelly "Oi,oi, fuck you think you're doin' over there?" and wave for you to walk his way, "punishment" on full display.

After some frantic explanations that you were just a novice photographer, he let you go free (and got a smug chuckle out of your doe eyed response to his phrasing). After the initial fear of a run-in with some kind of gangster, your country-side friendliness and naivete came back in full force and you asked for a picture of him with the bike.

"Me?" He'd asked but relented rather easily. You noticed a spacy look in his eye when you explained the contrast of the monotone framing here would work beautifully next to the brightness of the streets you had already captured. You handed him a pen and your favorite Polaroid for him to flap about in the air as it developed and then sign while you two sat in the alley. You gave him one precious photograph of his choice, signed with the date and your name and inspected the photo he signed for you: "ikebukuro, hanma shuji" and his phone number. Your cheeks heated instantly.

It was like you saw straight through him even at that first meeting. He was just a city boy living in monochrome monotony amongst the chaotic backdrop of the city. The artificial neon cast a gloomy halo to Hanma. Ikebukuro was his home but it also represented all the familial turmoil that turned his life grey.

It wouldn't be until you dragged him to your neck of the woods (literally) for a picnic to experience your world that you would fully understand the extent to which you understood and fit with him.

Preparing for a picnic with Hanma Shuji was a riot. He found your cutesy bento supplies and teased you relentlessly for them, (though he cut all of his watermelon into little bunnies, trying to line up seeds for the eyes). Luckily, you got photographic evidence of that adorable fucking smile on his face while he prepared it. Getting him to agree to more strenuous labor-- biking to your favorite trail-- was equally as comically difficult.

No, Shuji, we cannot take your bike to the trail.

Yes, Shuji it is necessary to ride the actual bikes there.

Fiiiiine, Shuji I'll carry the basket this time, I know those chicken legs are gonna struggle.

Oh that's so kind of you Shuji. Let me know if it's too much.

He took to the country side rather well. He wasn't sure if it was your influence or just the change of pace, but everything felt brighter. From the breeze on his skin creating swirling cloud scapes to the brush of pine needles across his skin painting orange and yellow streaks in his mind's eye. The dirt under his nails, the taste of fresh air in his tongue, the tickle of insects stomping across his skin all summoned a world of colors he didn't just see, but felt too. Sitting there, on a beat up picnic quilt, Shuji tilted his head back to bask in the pink and orange warmth of the sun through the trees.

"Enjoying yourself?" You chuckled.

After a long pause your city slicker companion spoke up, "Yeah...I think I am. It's beautiful out here. I've never felt color like this." There was a careful weight to each word you weren't used to hearing from Hanma Shuji, the kid Yakuza. His sincerity cut through his playfully violent (yes, playfully violent) exoskeleton and revealed a glimpse of the uncertain boy underneath.

"Felt?" It was a bit of an odd choice of words.

He started slowly, unsure of how to handle the exposed feeling of emotional vulnerability, "You know, the feeling of being out here, it feels so bright and colorful," The words left his mouth like a verbal shrug.

Sensing his hesitance and deciding not to press him further, you nodded, "I'm glad, Shuji." A hesitant, awkward hand reached for yours. His thumb stiffly swiped over the back of your spread hand on the blanket and Shuji's eyes clouded with the hues of a countryside sunset. You made his life colorful. His entire perspective shifted and his feelings flowed more calmly since you painted his life in color. He didn't know how to tell you that just yet, he needed time to sort out the words. But you were there to give him time and patience, and in just a few weeks of knowing you he know he couldn't let you go.

#berry virtuous text #hanma shuji #hanma headcannons #hanma shuji fluff #hanma fluff #hanma shuji x reader #my angst train is RUINED #lmao #it's repetitive and not the nest writing partially bc it's not proofrrad at all #read it for waht it is #an adorable concept from an adorable berry

[grumpymacaron]

snsd & twice 💖

heyyyyyyy thanks for the ask B)))

do i already stan them?

yes | only for the music | attempting to | no for both!!!

snsd:

my bias + bias wrecker*

seohyun, OF COURSE + jessica (pre-departure, ofc...)

first time i heard of them

the first time ever was when i stumbled onto the oh! mv in second grade... i might've also seen girls' generation back then but i'm not quite sure ^^;

when i became a fan

i would say i became a SONE then and there cause i watched every big title track following gee; it was just casual until eighth grade tho, when i got serious with kpop in general~

favorite (and least favorite) title track

this is such a hard question LOL so imma fold and say my top three! this is in no order, and for a variety of reasons, but here they are:

hoot, the boys, and paparazzi!!!

in terms of least favorite title... i'd say flower power's pretty bad... FJDSKLFDSJALDFKS like i've tried to like it, but dare mo ga butterfly pooped a spider...

favorite (and least favorite) b-side

i think this counts as a b-side? but the great escape is honestly matched by none; i've listened to it SO MANY TIMES, it's like 9th on my top songs of the year fjdsklfdsjfkls

i also really really love europa and destiny~

i actually exclusively listened to snsd's title tracks until VERY recently, and i don't have anything i really dislike yet so ;;; imma cheat and skip on this one HAHA

favorite (and least favorite) mv

the impact of the boys cannot be understated... literally changed my life forever...

ngl i feel like they film shoujo shidai songs with the worst camera and color grading on earth so i really don't like most of them... the ones that come to mind first are mr. taxi and flower power (again, PFFT); it really wouldn't be like this if they didn't look so freakishly pale;;;

favorite (and least favorite) album

maybe this is cheating again but since i haven't listened to many non-title tracks, i'm skipping this!

a concept i wished they’d try*

i wish they had a chance to dip into some classic sm rnb... the world if snsd had a be natural by ses moment>>>>

what i like most about them*

they're just iconic. like there's nothing else i can add, really; they were, are, and will be my forever unnies, the girls i look up to and live in my heart forever 💖

twice:

my bias + bias wrecker*

despite my theme, i'm actually a hardcore mina stan~ my other faves are jeongyeon and tzuyu!

first time i heard of them

i found out about them right when sixteen finished and like ooh-ahh was released!!!

when i became a fan

that's also right when i became a ONCE! it's still crazy that i've followed them since debut… it's been almost eight years…

favorite (and least favorite) title track

this is easy; i ride and die for i can't stop me, and nothing will change this 😤

sorry to say for everyone who likes this song *cough cough* dalgonamilk *cough cough*, but i am a steadfast likey hater. the lyrics just piss me off, LMFAO! i only can listen to it when i'm in a certain mood.

favorite (and least favorite) b-side

that's a hard question... HAHAHA i actually went through all of their discography a while back, and collected every song i like here: 🍭

basics is my current fave ^^

and for least favorite b-sides... anything they released pre- fancy (excluding the ones in the playlist) were mid at best and actively offensive at worst FJDKALFDJSALFA

favorite (and least favorite) mv

i would've said smth different before the latest release but talk that talk is just SO GOOD. SO GOOD

if i had to choose a least favorite... i guess it'd be knock knock? but that isn't to say i like it or anything; i really love that song hehe

favorite (and least favorite) album

the fact ALL of formula of love: O+T=<3 and literally none of twicetagram/ merry & happy (outside of heart shaker) is in the playlist says enough if u ask me >:)

a concept i wished they’d try*

tbh i am very satisfied with the variety of concepts twice has tried! i can't say the general vibe isn't the same for most of their work, but they've broken out of that following breakthrough and feel special, methinks

i'm just curious as to what else they'll do next!

what i like most about them*

for a long time, i've kept up with them casually like i did with snsd; i only really got serious once i was lucky enough to see them in concert this year :,)

it was only after i looked through all their discography and saw them in person did it really hit that they've worked so hard to be where they are now; just the sheer amount of media they've produced over their career is enough to last a thousand lifetimes, but they're all just as committed to us, and each other, as always

i'm very inspired by their work ethic and how much they just love their job, and it makes me hope that i can find smth like that for me~

#✑ 러브레터 *ೃ༄°* #girlsgenerati0n #THIS IS #SO LONG #AND TOOK #LITERALLY FOREVER #BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT JFDKALFJDSLFHDSALFSDJAFLSAD #long post #kpop #snsd #twice

[carnivoraformes]

@todestochter asked, "i'm done with this place." - yae miko

OOPS! ALL ANGST! PROMPTS || Status: Accepting

She never expected to feel a heaviness in her chest at the idea of her daughter leaving Inazuma behind. No doubt the puppet would never allow it if anyone brought it to that sorry excuse for an archon's replacement.

And Yae Miko knew she could very well stop Milou right in her tracks before she even got the chance to depart if she turned on her heel and ratted out this ill thought out little plan of her's. But she didn't, nor did the thought even linger in her mind but for the briefest of moments.

Reaching out her hands rested on her daughter's shoulders as she met the young woman's eyes.

"I understand. Inazuma is becoming a nation no one should have pride in and I fear that our fearless leader has longer stopped listening to the people that have this nations best interest at heart. I won't stop you but I have no intention of letting you ride out into the sea just to die. I did raise you after all. If you would be patient with me, I will help you leave this nation but I want you two promise me two things; first, if Ei ever comes to her senses and lifts this damned decree you will at least send me a letter so I know you haven't died from your own hubris and second, make sure everyone that meets you parts ways with a truly wonderful story to remember you by and a few bruises for those that push their luck."

#todestochter #v; wildest of vixens (main verse) // #//you know i almost made a poll today #//wondering who the better mother is; yae or arle #//now you have just tempted me even more

[shirozora-draws]

Well, class is over now so I no longer have a 4-hour window where I doodle while tuning into lecture. Someone whack me with a spoon if I fail to post any sort of doodle next week.

This week's doodle post contains several weeks' worth of thoughts and ficcery crammed into a canvas after going without doodling for a week. Somehow I've become even more obsessive with the threequelfic half a month after NaNoWriMo. How??? If you bother to read the fine print, you'll now know Din borrows clothes at some point I faked a planet for a long-term setting. Mad as hell that I doodled a better-looking magic deer for Star Wars fic than for my original project. What the hell, man?

One could argue the real big goal of this week's doodle is just drawing Din/Pedro's face with floofy hair. Another is seeing how much of Luke's magical Mark face can I get before I pull up the ref pics. Had to pull 'em out to check the bottom third of his face but it's always nice to know I've nailed the basics of a readable Luke.

Also I wanted to doodle some kissing. This will not be a one-time thing.

#shirozora draws #dinluke #skydalorian #din djarin #luke skywalker #grogu #star wars #the mandalorian #a part of me feels really weird and bad for filling up my blog with story-specific sketches when it didn't start off that way #I'M SORRY ALL I GOT IS A ONE-TRACK MIND I'M A RIDE OR DIE AND I LOVE THIS STUPID STORY TOO MUCH #I have over 20k words about this fake planet it's ridiculous the deer haven't even shown up yet #also recently did a mini marathon and watched the OT and most of The Mandalorian so a lot of stuff is real fresh in my head #fueled the fuck out of these chonky scenes I'm writing of just Din and Grogu #just have 1 episode left of the Mando Show to watch. yes *THAT* episode #and then we're going back to watch the OT again but the despecialized versions that I remember in my hazy childhood #what I really need to do is start designing the OCs that show up more than once for the 1-2 illustrations I plan to do per chapter #ha ha fuck why did i give myself such a fuckoff project #can't believe I'm still here at the end of a crazy year working on one story broken up into three parts #and I can't believe y'all are still here. hello I see you and appreciate you and am also freaking out #the unbearable existential crisis of wanting to be seen and perceived but also not really not at all oh god #get the fuck out of the tags shiro

[luvrlixie]

KILLING ME SOFTLY

【REQUESTED】 - OKAY OKAY SJDBJSISH I WAS GONNA REQUEST A SKZ SEEING YOU IN THEIR CLOTHES OR SOMETHING BUT THEN I STARTED THINKING ABOUT BINNIE SEEING YOU IN SHORT SHORTS AND HIS SHIRT WHICH IS LIKE HUGE ON YOU (ALSO THIS MAN IS DEF A THIGH GUY) AND MY MAN GOES F E R A L. SO. YOU LET HIM RIDE YOUR THIGH <33333

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tags: changbin x gn! reader, soft dom reader, thigh riding/dry humping, very soft, exhibitionism????????? idk they aren't alone in the dorm but no one walks in. not a lot of smut sorry y'all </3 mostly just sappy emotions.. but still nsfw... lit rally wrote at 4am and don't feel like editing lmaoo

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"seriously binnie! if you're gonna spend so much money on clothes, you should at least wear them. you have so many cute sweaters and the fact that they're collecting dust in the back of your closet is a crime."

changbin sat up and peered over the back of the couch as you entered the room. he was ready to shoot back a snarky comment but his words died on his tongue as soon as he saw you.

you stopped by the studio to visit him earlier, where he and the rest of 3racha were working on a track for the next album. you hadn't planned on staying long since you knew your boyfriend would be busy. but about 20 minutes after showing up chan was ushering everyone else out of the room, claiming that he had everything he needed from the other boys for now and that they both deserved a night off. any worries you or changbin might have had about chan overworking himself were immediately replaced by the realization that the two of you would finally have some time alone.

and that brought you to where you were now. standing in front of a blushing boy, wearing shorts and a long shirt of his that completely hid said shorts. you had decided to change after your boyfriend proposed that you spend the night. (at the time he was excited for movies and cuddles, but now it was an offer that he was starting to regret as he could already feel himself growing hard). the shirt you wore was one that changbin never put on due to it's size, he didn't think the whole oversized clothes style was really his thing.

but holy fuck it was yours.

"you uh- you look good."

changbin swallowed and you squinted. he was always a sucker for you wearing his clothes, but it was still odd for him to be turning so red just from seeing you in an shirt of his. luckily it didn't take long for you to notice the way his eyes wouldn't meet yours since they were focused on a different part of your body. you couldn't help but let out a little giggle. seeing you in his clothes might make him weak, but his biggest weakness was your thighs. he'd never exactly talked about your thighs in particular, but it was something that you had picked up on as your relationship progressed. you couldn't help but notice how changbin was always making sure to leave little marks on the inside of your thighs, and would jump at the chance to lay between them when he got sleepy, and how he would often pull out just in time to paint your thighs with his cum.

"like what you see?" you asked playfully as you took a few steps forward so you were standing in front of him.

"like what i- fuck yes... you're gonna be the death of me y/n."

you hummed in amusement, loving the affected you had on your boyfriend, and tangled a hand in his hair so you could guide him forward and let him press kisses on your thighs.

"mm seriously, on my gravestone it's gonna say your name after cause of death" changbin breathed out as he happily trailed his lips over your skin.

"that makes it sound like I murdered you, I'm not a fan of that"

you stood there for a few more minutes. finally moving away once you sensed that changbin was growing impatient. although you loved making your boyfriend beg, now was not that time for that. even though you moved to sit down next to him, changbin whined when you stepped away. knowing you, the poor boy was worried that you were gonna make him suffer through the whole movie with a boner. however, you had much different plans in mind for tonight.

with a smile, you slid a hand between his legs. "such a pretty noise, that little whine. wanna make it again for me?"

changbin's mouth went dry, he opened it to say something but nothing would come out. how were you always able to make him speechless? he did want to make that noise for you again. he wanted you to coo over how cute he sounded, but not here. not in the living room with minho still tucked away in his room, and with hyunjin and seungmin who were expected back at any minute.

"please, please let's go to my room. I need you."

you shook your head and started palming at chnagbin's crotch through his sweatpants, making his body go slack. "shh baby it's okay, calm down. I was just gonna let you grind against my thigh, let you get off like that. we'll be fully clothed so if anyone walks in it'll be pretty easy to play it off as cuddling or a makeout session."

that seemed to be all the reassurance that changbin needed. the way you were touching him paired with your soft voice was making his head spin. all he was focused on now was making you happy and chasing his orgasm. not even a second went by until he was moving onto your lap so he was facing you and straddling one of your legs.

"there you go! good boy."

you helped him settle into a comfortable position and pulled him close so his chest was pressed against yours and his face was buried in your neck. as changbin started to move his hips, you continued whispering words of encouragement and gentle praises since you could feel how tense he had gotten. changbin hadn't exactly done this before. and although the whole thing seemed rather self explanatory and he had gotten off by rutting against a pillow multiple times, he felt a bit self conscious with you watching his every move.

"It's okay bunny, there's no right or wrong way to do this. just whatever feels good." you whispered soothingly into his ear, catching the nervous look in his eyes and the way his movements kept faltering.

it was silly of him to be nervous, he realized. the safest he had ever felt was with you, and over the course of your relationship you had both tried out plenty of new things together (both in and out of the bedroom). thigh riding? this was nothing, you had certainly seen him in much more embarassing situations. so changbin nodded and finally started settling into a steady pace, trusting your words entirely.

every drag of his cock elicited a soft ah sound from the dark haired boy. luckily, you didn't have to worry about him being too loud. he was vocal and made plenty of noise, but always quiet whimpers and soft choruses of "oh"s. you could get him to be loud if you wanted to, you knew how. for now the tiny noises he was making was more than enough to satisfy you as you played with his hair and peppered his forehead with kisses. "there you go bun, bet it feels so good huh?" as you spoke you pressed your leg upwards, applying extra pressure to the whimpering boy's cock. the gasp he let out made your eyes widen in entertainment and you repeated the action, taking pleasure in how he squirmed everytime. "keep going little slut, don't slow down. doesn't my bunny wanna make a pretty mess for me?"

"m-more'" changbin panted.

normally you'd chastise him for not saying please. but right now you honestly couldn't care less. you just wanted your boyfriend to feel loved. wanted him to be as proud of himself as you are of him. so you smiled and pressed your leg up again, hands gripping onto his hips so that you can help guide his movements. "that song you were working on when I visited sounded so good. I know you've been working so hard on it. you're so talented baby, so amazing." changbin let out a sort of strangled noise and tightened his arms around you, pulling himself as close to you as he could get. the absence of words didn't bother you. sometimes changbin babbled on and on while you ruined him, telling you how good he felt and how much he loved you. while other times he just clings onto you, settling on a variety of whines to communicate. both were good.

as the familiar tightness grew in changbin's body, he focused on following the push and pull of your arms. if it wasn't for you guiding him he would have entirely lost his rhythm. knowing that your boyfriend was getting close, you started bouncing your leg and kneading his ass with one hand.

"changbin.. binnie, hey. c'mon let me see your face" you softly prodded, waiting for him to pull back. when he did, your heart squeezed in your chest.

he was so beautiful.

his lips were parted and his bottom lip was glossy and red from biting down on it too hard. his hair was sticking out in a few places, and his eyes were so full of pleasure. you could tell from the glassy look that changbin wasn't entirely present, his thoughts were elsewhere.

"m'gonna..." changbin slurred, hips twitching and back arching. you caught on immediately and softly grabbed his chin to make sure he didn't hide his face again, you always loved to see his face screw up as he comes. this time was no different.

"good boy, good boy let it all out for me"

you helped him ride out his orgasm and leaned forward to kiss him. not even caring that the kiss was messy and mostly just teeth since changbin was panting far too heavily to give you a proper kiss. when changbin's orgasm had finished washing through his body, you let him crash back into your chest. as you waited for him to catch his breath you rubbed his back and buried your face in his hair, giving him time to compose himself before talking.

"I love you binnie"

"..love you too y/n ... but seriously you're way too hot ... gonna die from sexiness overload"

#skz smut #sub!skz #sub! changbin #sub! idol #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #changbin imagine #changbin x reader #changbin smut #skz x reader #skz imagine #stray kids imagine

[ja3hwa]

Yunho || Never Let You Go

Word count: 2.1k

Genre: Angst, Heartbreak, Sad times

Warnings: Too many!! Swearing, heavy verbal and physical abuse. Spitting, hateful words about readers body image (nothing specific but its still there). Degrading readers intelligence. Let me know if I missed something.

Notes: Readers Boyfriend is an abusive person. Yunho is our saver that gives great bear hugs. Honestly I don't really like this but I've been thinking about this scenario for a while, so yeah.

Also this not to make abuse look aesthetic nor romanticise it. This is purely for reading purposes. If you don't like it please block me.

Lightings everywhere, loud music blazing and chatting among colleagues. An evening party to celebrate a new year for K-idols. You are grateful to be able to meet or catch up with anyone from different groups, both male and female. It was amazing, given your only a dance teacher for most of these people, you don't get the closeness like this evening is giving.

"I'm going to just speak to someone and then we can leave." Your boyfriend spoke quick, blunt and emotionless. Leaving in a second but not before demanding you to meet him outside in the parking lot. You sigh, agreeing before heading out. You didn't want to leave but deifying or biting back at him would lead to unspeaking actions. But that was what your relationship was, that's how it was supposed to be. right?

- Earlier that evening -

You and your boyfriend were walking towards the back entrance of the event hall after Luke was finally finished his cigarette. He didn't want to leave you inside by yourself because in his words spoke I don't trust you to not talk to other males. You keep your arms crossed over your chest keeping in the warmth of your body, seeing your breath as you sigh quietly.

"So a little birdy told me that you've been with that ateez boys again." You heard him spit out his words, making your heart drop.

"Uh, what are you talking about baby? I-I only work in the same company, I would never--." You cut yourself off afraid of getting into more trouble. Tempting to lie to him was not the best but if he found out you were sneaking around to hang out with people, especially with males, you and them would certainly die.

"Don't lie to me." He stops dead in his tracks, making you turn to look at him. You try not to make eye contact as he walks closer to you, only becoming an inch away. He grabs your arm, making you flinch slightly at the sudden pressure.

"Aw baby." He strokes your arm sinisterly, pulling you face up by your chin so you are forced to look at him in the eyes. He brings twos fingers up to a strand of hair that fell in front of your face, pulling it behind your ear. A disgusted feeling hits in the pit of your stomach, feeling your jaw whimper at the feeling of the terrifying male towering over you.

"You know lying causes more trouble. Now tell me, am I not good enough? I know we don't have sex but that's because your body is disgusting and you don't satisfy my needs. You know I come first. So tell me why you must go around being a slut and sleep with them. And out of anyone, them?! it's like you are trying to make me mad." He pinches the bridge of his nose, spitting out swears and profanities. You stay frozen unable to find the words to say, too scared if you say something wrong you'll upset him further.

"I'm sorry but I didnt--DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME." He slaps the left side of your face hard, making you fall to the cold damp ground. You feel tears swell up, beginning to fall from your red eyes as your body starts to tremble.

"Get up, mutt." He hacks, spitting down at you. You shakily get up, unaware of what his next moves were. Your legs wobble, threatening your balance. He grabs your wrist pulling your numb body to him, digging his nails into the rough flesh, fearing to draw blood.

"Luke, please... I didn't" He grabs your neck, holding it tight, blocking your air pipe with a hard grip. Your breath hitches, brain starting to go into panic mode but you don't dare put your hands up to try and stop him, letting him have his way with your ragdoll body.

"If I ever catch you with another man, especially them. I'll break your legs and blame it on a car accident. I'll destroy every part of this pathetic body and make sure you have nothing left. Cause I own you." His eyes filling with rage, his grip threatening to snap your neck. You feel weak, your vision blurring, life leaving. The feeling of loss and helplessness. He won yet again.

"I-I'm sorry." You finally get out a word, apologising for your actions. With that, he lets go of your neck scoffing as he watches your body fall back to the cold ground. You cough out feeling the oxygen flooding back to you, trying to take a deep breath.

"Let's go back inside and if anyone asks you why your face is red, you better come up with a good story." He couches down to pick up your face up by your chin. Looking at you with a head tilt giving you a blank expression.

"I do this cause I love you. You need to learn my baby." He tucks the same small piece of hair that fell in front of your face earlier that night back behind your ear.

"I love you too." You smile at him as he gets up and walks back inside leaving you alone to cry softly. You hated him, you hated yourself and what's more, you hated that in your mind you somehow thought you still loved him.

-

"Oh hey Y/n. Leaving so soon?" You glance up from looking at your feet to see none other than the Ateez boy's hanging around in the back entrance parking lot, seeming like they were waiting for their ride to also leave for the night.

"Yeah, it's getting late. Besides, I have practise tomorrow. I'm helping Lisa with a photoshoot so I can't be late for that." You chuckle lying about your early retire. The boys all laugh along with you knowing the pains of getting up early.

"Y/n." You froze, instantly regretting opening your mouth, reminding yourself the reason you got hurt earlier this evening. A pit in your stomach begins to form, knowing you are going to get a worse punishment once you get home.

"I-..Luke, you ready to--"

"Why are you talking to them?" He growls clearly angry at your stupidity to talk to males. He sighs trying to keep his cool, pinching the bridge of his nose once again.

"Oh w-we work together. We were just talking about wor--."

"Did I give you permission to talk to them?" He strides towards you griping your already bruised wrist, pulling you towards him. You glance over at the others, all clearly shocked at the situation that's unfolding in front of him. But this is normal for you, to be yelled at 24/7 by the person that's supposed to be the one to make you feel safe.

You look over at Yunho, he's staring at you with so much concerning his eyes. His blood boiling at the sight of Luke gripping onto you. You feel your head spin, wanting nothing more than to break down and scream out how much Luke is abusing you. How much he hurts you. How much he makes you feel useless.

"Let's go." He pulls at your wrist but you pull back, breaking out of his grasp. His expression drops, fury in his eyes, slowing filling his body with rage.

"What are you doing?" He spits out.

What am I doing? You thought gulping at your dry saliva, heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

"Come on babe, let's. go." He states stern. Sweat forming on your brow, hands clenching into fists with balls of fabric from your shirt. You finally look at him on your own, looking dead in his eyes.

"No." You whisper, unable to speak any higher.

"WHat?" A shocked expression wipes over, biting the inner of his mouth, feeling the urge to throw his hands. Time seems to feel like it has stopped, a build-up of rage. So many emotions fuzzing your brain.

"I said no." You clear your throat. He goes to grab your arm once more but you sidestep away from him.

"Y/n I swear to god if you don't come with me right now."

"What? You'll hurt me, you have an audience now." You spat, pointing at the boy's standing awkwardly in the cold parking lot. He looks over at them making eye contact with Yunho. Mingi holds him by the shirt not wanting him to get involved just yet.

"I'm done. I don't want to be with you anymore." You finally broke your silence, the ball in your throat melting away, letting your words spill out like a river.

"What?! You're acting crazy. Did that fall mess with your brain." He lowly chuckles, trying to fake out a small laugh.

"Oh you mean the fall that happened when you hit me, yeah probably." You snapped. Hearing your words, Yunho broke from Mingis hold, fists in balls. He aimed for your boyfriend. Luckily Seonghwa grabbed his arm, making all the boys come closer to the verbal fight, trying to not step in unless you say otherwise. Luke however flipped finally having enough of your words, grabbing your arm, pulling you towards his body.

"DON'T TOUCH ME." You elbow him in the chest, pulling yourself free. Your heart swells the beat quickening as if it was going to burst outright of your chest. You look back to see Yunho with rage in his eyes being held back by not only Seonghwa but now Mingi and Wooyoung too. You scan the parking lot to see no one else. Sighing, you give a brief smile to the boys before looking back at Luke.

"You know what Luke, you are a disgusting, selfish, and pitiful women beater." Your words spill, choking lightly, you forbid yourself to cry in front of him, not to dare give him any satisfaction. Your heart snaps, breaking your silence.

"If you don't get what you want, you hurt people until you do. I'm done. You always tell me to fake a smile and tell everyone how perfect our relationship is. But in fact, I have nothing to smile about when I'm with you..." You step forward, making Luke take two steps back. You point at him, your face flushing red as rage now fueled your words.

"I've been waiting so long to finally have the strength and courage to tell you I don't owe you a god damn thing!" you scream your last words, finally getting your first breath of freedom in a while. He drops his image, glance at the males watching the intense show. Clicking his knuckles not caring about them seeing what is unfolding anymore.

"So you think you can do whatever you want because you have an audience behind you?" He growls bending to your eye level.

"You're so fucking stupid somethings. God, you make my life so fucking difficult." He sighs throwing his hands in the air, you flinch slightly, trying your best to stand your ground but your body is still afraid of him. He notices that giving out a light chuckle.

"I own you, I own your life, I gave you everything! You are mine!! I control you." He throws a tantrum feeling himself not getting his way. You look to the floor giving out a small laugh at his words, quickly wiping a stray tear before he could see.

"You own me? You gave me nothing! If you really did own me, control everything I do. Would I be able to do this?" You turn around looking Yunho dead in the eyes, Seonghwa and the others let him go, giving him the clear to finally intervein. You walk up to him in a second wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close.

"Kiss me," You whisper, pulling him into a fuzzy and warm kiss. Passion spilling from both of you. Your heart skipping, never feeling such an emotion from only being with Luke. The kiss is different, something loving. You let go of him as he lets out a small droughted breath, shocked yet elated. Your attention back to Luke, you see him walking with full force toward Yunho. You move in front of him slapping him clean in the face, nearing making him lose his footing.

"You..." He holds his right cheek, spitting onto the floor. You hear faint 'ouch' and 'oohs' from the boys behind you. Luke noticing the noise to he grunts, standing up while fixing his suit.

"You know what, I just realised I'm still needed inside." He closes the button on his suit jack before scoffing off back towards the side entrance of the hall.

"I'm going to call the police." He stops dead in his tracks looking back at you in disbelief.

"I'm going to get all my things from your house. then I never want to see or speak with you again." He doesn't respond, taking in a large breath from his sniffling nose, he walks back inside. The minute he disappears from your view. The world feels like it came crashing down, all the pain and fear that was building for years, washed away in a second. You fall to the ground as your legs gave out from under you, finally letting your emotions overwhelm you. You sob, tears falling faster than rain.

"Y/n." You're quickly comforted by all the boys, all around you, calling out 'are you okays' and other worries they had. None of them came thew, as your brain felt like it was slowly shut down. The cold of the floor and wind was soon taken away from a large bear hug, engulfing you into comfort. Yunho stroked your hair whispering soft 'shh it's okay, I've got you now.' letting you cry into his shoulder.

He was never going to let you go...

-

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[iviaggiditelemaco]

I had been listening to Marina while I was on the bus this morning and I thought about something

Adam Parrish : Oh No!

One track mind, one track heart

If I fail, I'll fall apart

Maybe it is all a test

'Cause, I feel like I'm the worst

So I always act like I'm the best

[sorry, this song gives me suiperiority vibes, but we can agree that Adam is superior, so no problem indeed]

Ronan Lynch : Bubblegum Bitch

Oh, dear diary, I met a boy

He made my doll heart light up with joy

Oh, dear diary, we fell apart

Welcome to the life of Electra Heart

[This was more for the vibe than everything else, we know Ronan it's another type of bitch, the bad one]

Richard Gansey : Seventeen

You're a rich little boy

Who's had to work for his toys

You've got all the sensibilities

Of an upper class guy

Could never tell you what happened

The day I turned seventeen

The rise of a king and the fall of a queen

Seventeen, seventeen

[My Gansey boy and his adventures as a king]

Blue Sargent : Are you Satisfied?

High achiever, don't you see?

Baby, nothing comes for free

They say I'm a control freak

Driven by a greed to succeed

Nobody can stop me

'Cause it's my problem if I want to pack up and run away

It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway

It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide

And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die

Are you satisfied with an average life?

Do I need to lie to make my way in life?

Are you satisfied with an easy ride?

Once you cross the line, will you be satisfied?

[Because Blue is the one who will conquer all this world as to offer, even my soul if she wants and I would just let her]

Henry Cheng : Primadonna

Would you do anything for me?

Buy a big diamond ring for me?

Would you get down on your knees for me?

Pop that pretty question, right now baby

Beauty queen on a silver screen

Living life like I'm in a dream

I know I've got a big ego

I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though

Cause I'm a Primadonna girl, yeah

All I ever wanted was the world

I can't help that I need it all

The primadonna life, the rise and fall

You say that I'm kinda difficult

But it's always someone else's fault

Got you wrapped around my finger, babe

You can count on me to misbehave

[Just because this boy is hot and sassy as fuck]

Noah Czerny : To be human

All the people living in, living in the world today

Reunited by our love, reunited by our pain (ooh)

All the things that I've done and I've seen

Still I don't know, don't know what it means

To be human

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh)

Still, I don't know, don't know what it means

To be human, a real human being

To be human, I want direction

I wanna feel human again

To be human, lost my direction

I wanna feel human again

To be human, to be human

To be human, to be human

[My sweetest baby, to the glitter and beyond]

I just felt like it

#adam parrish #blue lily lily blue #book characters #books & libraries #noah czerny #richard gansey #ronan lynch #the dream thieves #the raven boys #the raven king #henry cheng

[malexmalereader]

Jesse McCree x Male!Reader - Confess it, else I'll take it to my grave

A/N: it's here. Part 2 to a oneshot written quite some time ago, requested by @madeofunicorns111813 - sorry it took so long - I also took some liberties with the request, hope it's not too bad either way!

Part 1:

Part 2:

As you slowly open your eyes again, waking from your nap, it's pitch black outside - only a small lantern on the porch spending some light, that illuminates a few more bottles of whiskey and cans of beer standing around the porch swing, mainly where Jesse had sat earlier.

The amount of them made you shake your head in amusement - he must be drunk as balls by now, if he hasn't passed out somewhere else yet. 

Now there was no sign of him, not the gentle feeling of his arms around you, no indication where he might be gone - only his scent faintly lingering in the air.

You stretch and sit up straight, taking a deep, content breath. 

You check your wristwatch and let out an impressed whistle - you'd slept on that old, only mildly comfortable porch swing from what must've been 10 p.m. to somewhere around two in the morning.

You hear the front door open, Jesse's heavy steps a little uneven as he saunter back over to the porch swing, barely acknowledging you.

In his hand he has a glass of water, sighing deeply before downing it in one go. You fondly watch as he spills just a bit of water, that drips down his beard and stains his shirt. 

He sets down the glass and sighs once more, staring of into the vast emptiness of the seemingly never ending fields.

"I reckon, and please take my word on this one - it might just be bedtime for the two of us.", you chuckle as you watch him clumsily trying to get up, setting you swinging ever so slightly.

"You ain't the boss o' me-", he says, a few hiccups interrupting him as he stumbles his way forward.

You roll your eyes and get up as well, offering to be his arm rest and crutch, but instead of throwing an arm over your shoulder he wraps you up in a big hug.

"I'm really glad to be back here-", he slurs, headbutting into your neck with a little more force than he meant to.

You pat his back, letting out another chuckle. 

"I know man, I know. You've mentioned it a couple of times.", you calmly state, not too surprised by his emotional outburst - even way back when you were younger he had the habit of getting sappy when he let his guard down - either with the help of alcohol or not.

"Nah, you ain't hearing me Darlin'...", He mumbles against your neck, his beard tickling you, before lazily lifting his head to look into your face.

His right hand finds its way to gently cup your cheek and you feel your face grow a little warmer, as you realize how close he is to you. Granted, you were a little surprised and conflicted about whether it's just the alcohol getting the best of both of you.

But god damn it, if his face didn't look stupidly handsome in the low light of the lantern, making his eyes sparkle as he looks at you with such fondness.

"God, I love you so much…", He says, his voice low as his thumb strokes your cheek.

You swallow harshly, trying to avert your eyes away from him - though you had not completely slept the whiskey from your mind yet, you didn't want to get caught up in something that Jesse might not even mean. 

But there was just something so captivating about the way he was looking at you - something you had longed for for almost three decades.

"Y'know, back when we were kids my Ma would tease me 'bout how much I talked about you…", he chuckles as he slurs on "And I'd always tell 'er that she got it all wrong. (Y/N) ain't nothing but a friend, he's just real cool, just my ride or die guy for when times get tough."

A corner of your mouth twitches up into a slight smile at the mention of Jesse's Mother - she was a really sweet lady, always had apple pie ready when you and Jesse came back from a days adventure. 

It wasn't until she remarried back when Jesse was 17 that all went downhill.

"But I think she knew I was lyin'. Could see it in her eyes. I bet right now she's looking down at me from the heavens thinking to herself 'told ya so, boy.'", Jesse sighs, pulling you a little closer.

"For the longest time I thought I'd marry you. At some point I would've asked you out, real sweet, had it all planned.", as he keeps talking, you swear his voice is getting weaker and his eyes are getting watery - though you wouldn't bet on it.

You gently stroke his back as he keeps talking.

"I wanted to- I wanted to take you out to sit on that ol' abandoned truck at the very back of my Ma's farm. We would've sat down on the back, under that really ugly lookin' cherry tree. There- there was a meteor shower that night.", His eyes slowly drift away from you as he keeps talking, his hand finding its way down your arm, hesitantly lingering at your fingers.

"I had my whole life figured out - I'd tell you, and you'd tell me that you'd always liked me too, and we'd've kissed under the moonlight and all that. We'd've-", he chuckles slightly "We would've finished school, and gone to prom, and then we'd have gotten jobs and get married…"

He lets out a shaky breath.

"I wanted to- I wanted to have a big, sweet wedding on your Mommas' farm, and then we'd've settled down a little further out - but not too far away from our families. So that when we would have had children they could always celebrate their birthdays with their grandparents an' aunts an' uncles an' cousins."

You sigh and intertwine your fingers with his, bringing the hand that had previously stroked his back to his cheek.

You tenderly wipe a tear away with your thumb, guiding his head back to look at you again.

"I'm- I couldn't. I couldn't tell you. Thought you'd say no... I was too much of a coward. And then- the whole thing with my stepdad happened...Ma told me she was remarrying and I just- I just left- and left you, and her, and he got her and hurt her and I didn't even- I didn't even say goodbye to her I-", he chokes up, lowering his head, his eyes closed as he sobs just the slightest bit.

Unsure of what else to do, you squeeze his hand and wipe some stray hair from his face, encouraging him to look at you again.

He carefully opens his eyes, glancing into yours.

"And yesterday, when I came back you just...you welcomed me with open arms and just- you- I don't deserve you. I don't deserve any of your hospitality and all that…I've- Darlin', I'm the absolute worst.", Tears keeps spilling from his eyes as he rambles on.

You let go of his hand just to wrap your arm around his waist and pull him closer.

"I'm gonna have to disagree with that statement, cowboy.", you smile slightly as his expression changed from sad to slightly confused as you glance at his lips for a short moment, before looking back into his eyes.

His gaze flickers from your own lips, to your eyes and then back to your lips.

And as you pull him closer and closer, until your lips meet for a gentle kiss it feels as though time has stopped in its tracks.

His are slightly chapped, taste like all kinds of alcohol and he still reeks of smoke, but right now you couldn't care less as you close your eyes and melt into the kiss.

You can feel Jesse's shoulders relax as his hands roam around your back and up and down your arms.

And when you part he looks just a little more baffled than before. Though there's also a love struck glaze over his eyes.

"Sweetheart, I- I don't think I understand.", He says, almost breathless, a big, dumb grin on his face.

"And I thought that would get my point across just fine.", you giggle, pressing another soft kiss to his cheek.

"After all this time, I don't think there's a single thing in this world that could make me not love you, Jesse.", you confess.

Jesse's eyes widen and he practically tackles you with another kiss. You don't care about the bottles and cans you knock over with your feet as he makes the two of you stumble back on the porch, back down on the swing.

And it doesn't even bother you when the lantern loses its light - if you were afraid of the dark before, right in this moment it simply didn't matter. 

Jesse had you encased in his arms, and by what you could tell, you wouldn't ever have to worry about being alone again.

#jesse mccree #jesse mccree x male reader #jesse mccree x reader #jesse mccree imagine #mccree #mccree x male!reader #overwatch mccree #ow mccree #overwatch x male reader #overwatch x male!reader #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagine #mccree imagine

[ilovebeingcalledawhore]

NICOTINE | JAEMIN

Content: Death, Assassin Au, Gang Au, Angst, Fluff

Summary: There’s euphoria in sinning. Kissing him made her realise that some bad things really are bad, no—terrible, but it’s worth every single step closer to death.

That’s what smoking does, doesn’t it?

ONE-SHOT

[8:15 pm] July 3rd, Headquarters

I sat in the meeting room, the dark room that many hated entering. It was simple, a gray table in the middle, and a few chairs that weren’t as comfortable as most in our headquarters.

“You should really stop going out and doing missions on your own Y/n, gangs are everywhere, I don’t want to lose you” Mark told me with the look of upset and worry on his face. Mark Lee was my boss and a highly skilled assassin. He blended with the dark like the shadows followed him. I looked up to him in many ways, even caught a few feelings throughout the years but the man never seemed to notice.

“Alright” I uttered, standing up from the navy cushioned chair and walking away. I expected him to stop me and lecture me more but he didn’t.

The tiny bit of guilt I felt was slowly eating me, crawling up my veins, I didn’t like it and there was only one way to push it away. I halted in my tracks and took a deep breath. I didn’t bother turning my head to face him, instead I faced the glass door just a meter away from me.

“I'm sorry,” I said.

The empty sound, the quiet, the dark, it lasted for a while. “It’s alright” he finally replied with his rough and tired voice. That being my cue, I took a step forward and the glass door slid to the side, letting me out.

I wanted to run.

No, not run away, just run down the streets and take in the fresh air. Jogging out of the elevator and putting my leather jacket on as I did, another set of automatic glass doors opened for me.

The cold yet refreshing wind hit me with pleasure but mixed into it was a smell I loathed, one I never wanted to smell but in my line of work, thousands of these existed.

The smell of nicotine.

“What the hell?” I whispered as I protectively held onto the gun placed on my waist band. Taking a few more glides, I finally saw him, it was a young guy, around my age. He wore a black leather jacket similar to mine but at the back of it was a big logo and as I read it, I couldn’t help but stop in my tracks.

“What are you doing here?” I said, pulling my gun out and pointing it towards the back of his skull, he was still meters away from me, calmly standing there like he expected death any time. The boy turned to face me, slowly, like he didn’t mind the thought of dying right now and it made me even more curious.

He dropped the cigarette down the floor and stepped on it, the smell still lingered though but I tried my best to act like I was fine. “Just kill me, I’d rather die with a bullet than get tortured to death” he said, placing both his hands into his pockets. That was when I got to analyze him. A big cut just below his eyes, a busted lip and a bruised cheekbone. “Na Jaemin”

“Yeah you said my name right” he whispered with a tone of tiredness to it.

Na Jaemin was the head sniper for his gang, I suddenly remembered the report my teammate Jungwoo presented when he told us that a sniper missed, killed an innocent and had the target run away. That was him and his gang leader was going to kill him for it.

“I’d suggest standing on top of a building and clearing your mind, not smoking” I replied as I placed my gun down my waist band. Judging from his current state, I could still kill him by hand-to-hand combat.

“No thank you, It’s not like I’ll make it alive tonight, right pretty girl?” He raised his brow at me, there wasn’t a sign of flirting to it, it was more of frustration and I understood. He’s tired and he doesn’t want to get into anything else stupid. His leader is a monster anyway, I get why he’s scared. “You can stay in my penthouse if you want” I offered, there was danger to it and I wanted to feel that danger. “I don’t need your pity, my love” He sighed, his eyes dropping down the floor. “Come on Jaemin, it’s my turn to protect you”

I still remember my first car chase exactly 4 years ago, five cars, dozens of guns, smoke, dead and unconscious bodies, shattered windows, popping tires and how I jumped out the last second before the biggest explosion happened. He was there, pulling me into his safety and bringing me back to the headquarters when he could’ve killed me instead. I owed him something, whether it be little or big, I knew I had to pay him back.

“Just one night” I said and I didn’t want to hear more of his excuses.

I saw how his hands shook, maybe because of the cold or maybe because of worry and though with hesitation, I walked towards him and held his hand, quietly intertwining our fingers together. There was a sense of comfort found in intertwined fingers, that’s why I always did it. I pulled him into my car with a sigh, hoping that this doesn't get me in trouble.

The ride was fast, casually speeding through the darkened streets of Seoul and out of it, in front of us was my penthouse, my favorite place to run away, considering the fact that every single thing inside of it had a weapon secretly blended in.

Welcoming him into my room, I realized that I wasn't going to sleep anyway, I’ve got to send my weekly report to Mark and the team.

I watched as Jaemin carefully tucked himself in and so I flicked the lights off letting him rest. Before I could walk out the room, he spoke. “Y/n?”

He remembers my name.

“Yeah?” I asked, simply expecting him to thank me but he didn’t. “Can you stay?” He asked through an utter and worry filled my mind.

So he could kill me when I’m sleeping? yeah totally.

“You can have the bed all to yourself Jaemin” I said, brushing his request off.

“But...I’m scared” he admitted, the shake in his voice and how the words slowly turned less audible made me halt again. “I’m scared as well but it’s all about getting over the fear” I bid, continuing to walk out the room with a sigh. If my team finds out I’ve meddled with a rival, I’m good as gone and that’s exactly what Jaemin thought when he saved me.

He still did it anyway,

So I’ll save him too.

_____

[3:00 am] July 4th

Crash! It was loud and scary, the sound made me sit up and pull the Glock off my waist band. That certainly isn’t Jaemin, his room was right beside me. The sound came from somewhere farther. All the lights suddenly shut then the noisy and painful sound of a machine gun and the shattering of my glass windows made me realize that they were coming for him.

They were already here.

I ducked down and crawled into the room and as I entered I saw that he was already up so the panic in me lessened. “Come on!” I beckoned with a whisper as I crawled to my ‘closet’, pressing the button on the bottom right, a brief sound echoed through the room, not loud enough for the enemies to hear.

I pulled my closet open and inside it were my guns, my knives and my bombs. Mark required us to have this ready all the time. I shoved two guns into his hand and I shoved more on my waistband. We creeped towards the door, both of us on each side of the frame, listening to the footsteps of the one and only, Lee Jeno.

“You fail your mission and now you’re sleeping with a rival, you are traitor Jaemin, come out here and get what you deserve” There was a brief moment of silence and I watched as Jaemin sat still, his grip on the gun getting tighter.

Dug! Dug! Dug! Three bullets flew through my wooden door. It was a test to see if someone would scream inside. I bit on my lip, calming my heart and mind. “On three” I mouthed, putting three fingers up. Jaemin nodded my way, a sense of courage shown in his dark eyes. The footsteps were getting further and it was perfect.

The last finger stood and as I slowly put it down, I put myself in an attack position. “Go” he whispered and I pushed through the door and shot at whatever was in front of me. Jaemin came right beside me, shooting with both guns in his hands. We ran to the other side as we shot, hiding in the open room across mine.

We didn’t hear anything else though, no scream, no footsteps. Did we shoot him? I didn’t know. “Again?” I asked in a whisper and he nodded. Three, two, one. We ran out and shot, my gun getting lighter every time I pulled the trigger. More guns were being fired and his noisy machine gun was on the loose but we didn’t stop, we couldn’t.

There it was, a loud groan of pain, we saw his fallen body down the floor, he may be wounded but he wasn’t dead, he could still kill. “Shoot lower” I shouted and Jaemin followed. After another loud scream of pain, it was quiet. The sound of his machine gun toppling down the floor finally made me stop.

The smoke from our guns evaporated while I sighed in relief.

I stood there, my hands on my knees and catching my breath, my empty gun toppling down the floor as well, It was over. I turned my head to look at Jaemin and I saw him sitting down on the floor with tears running down his face. My heart dropped at that very moment.

I didn't know how else to stop it, I wasn’t too good at comforting but I still ran to him and immediately wrapped my arms around his shaky body, it wasn’t something I normally did, but sometimes being in someones arms and knowing they’ll be there to protect you no matter how vulnerable you are is best bandage to any wound.

The man who took Jaemin in when he had no one else was dead but if he wasn’t, then it would’ve been Jaemin on the floor right now, maybe even me. “We’ll be alright” I whispered as I rubbed his back in worry, I knew the pain of losing somebody, I knew it too well that I could paint it.

I stared at his tears until our eyes finally met.

I didn’t know how it happened or why I did it. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush, the moment, the fastening of my heartbeat, the sweat running down our bodies, the smoke leaving the tips of our guns, but I kissed him.

He tasted like sadness, anger, tears, worry, frustration, he tasted like the bad things I’ll experience if I continued biting his lip like that, he tasted like sins but in that moment, the bad tasted good.

That’s how I found out what it tasted like,

it was the lingering coldness of nicotine.

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[rosesinmars]

TONGUE TIED, YUNGBLUD, DOMINIC HARRISON

___ this one is with Dominic and it is an au! Dom is not famous in this one, at least not famous as a singer, but he still is known as YUNGBLUD anyway. Dom is a out law in the eyes of the society. This imagine is related to the Tongue Tied video clip, but I took some ideas (and the pictures below) from hope for the underrated youth, not only the song but the video as well. hope u enjoy! ___

The present year was 2022. And it was all so different.

I would be making an understatement saying that it has been a bad year. It's more like it's been a bad start of a decade.

I can still remember those golden times before the clock turned midnight and the year turned to 2020. The new year's festivities were sabotaged by young people, who interrupted the countdown to speak their minds. All around the world, groups with teenagers and young adults got together to manifest themselves trying to improve a better world. A world that one day would be ruled by them. And even though that they all knew that the politicians and major part of the society itself didn't wanted to hear what they had to say, it would never cross their minds that the SILENCERS project would burst that night, or ever.

That night, the Elders reunited themselves and voted about the Silencers project, due to the the youth riots. The Elders were the leaders of the most powerful countries. The major part, incapable to control the young part of their population, voted in favour of the project and the ones that didn't, end up being beheaded.

And with that, the militarized police force called 'Silencers' marched under the distressed orders of the Elders, rounding up and muting all who crossed their path.

It was a real-life nightmare. Yes I was there, and I got caught. But no one ever got to know about that. Because, at the end of the day, I was the only child of two of the Elders, and what would the other Elders think if I was caught in the middle of the Anarchists?

Anyway, I never thought I would be caught up with the Anarchists. As daughter of Elders, I was taught that anything that they said were facts that shouldn't ever be contested. That was until I met him.

I can still remember his shining green eyes looking at me, so desperate as the Silencers wrapped their nasty hands around me, stopping me from running away with him. The Silencers would never tape my mouth like they did with all the other Anarchists that they caught, due to the direct order of my parents, but God knows what they would do to me. The militarized police force hated the Anarchists. They were raised and trained like that. Completely brain washed.

Before I could be taken away by them, I looked at Dominic once again, our final goodbye. His eyes were stuck in me. I could see the last trace of rebellion in the green of his eyes, right after he turned away from the other Anarchists that were running away, trying to save themselves, as he started to run toward me. I shout as much as I could for him to run away, to save himself, but he would never listen to it. Would that be the last act of defiance of the great YUNGBLUD? The well-known out-law, the second of the leader of the Anarchists. Would he give it all away just for a ride or die type of love?

"I don't want anything to happen to you tonight, I couldn't live with that." he said to me in the afternoon before the new year's night, staring deeply into my eyes, both of his hands cupping my face.

"It will not happen a thing to me, but I will be there by your side. I always will, 'til the end of the line. Ride or die, remember?" I reassured him.

"Ride or die." he assured.

And this time, it probably would be die, and ride nevermore. But never separate. Together until the end of the line, just like we promised. And that was the last time I saw him.

It was never revealed what happened to the Anarchists that were caught that night. Everyone thought they were dead. The Anarchists refused, as always, to lost their hopes. The locked ups couldn't be dead. They just couldn't.

Since the night of the riots, my parents restricted my routines as must as they could. Always keeping me under their sight. But I needed a way out, or at least a way to get in contact with the Anarchists. It wasn't easy at first, but I end up coming up with an idea. And that was the day that I introduced my new boyfriend to my parents.

Every rebellious group needed an insider, and who could be a better insider than their own leader.

Mello was a exemplary citizen in everybody's eyes. The Elders loved him, because he always defended their beliefs. And that was his perfect coverage. No one, I say, not a single soul, not even in their wildest dreams, would ever think about Mello as the leader of the Anarchists. But that's where they all were completely wrong. And now, having a free passport for the house of two of the Elders? That was the greatest made he ever achieved. And all thanks to me.

(___it's Mello because of Marshmello. Mello would be his real name in this imagine. And yes I do know that his real name actually is Christopher)

Mello and I weren't actually together, it was just part of the plan to get him into my house and for me to be all in about the plans of the Anarchists. Mello and my Dominic were best friends, and so, Mello wanted as much as me to set our boy free, this if he was still alive.

Dominic was strong-minded, the type of boy that would never give up, he would fight until his last breath, and Mello and I were really hoping that he wouldn't had have his last breath yet.

As time went by, Mello and my parents got closer than ever, and that was perfect.  As Mello tried to manifest all the same intentions and ideals than my parents, they would look at him as if he was the promising future. And then the day came.

The Elders that were my creators finally invited Mello to a politician meeting. They were interested in include Mello in the Elders, but my brain screamed that it could all just be a trap. But my parents did loved Mello, so it would be all okay, right? My brain couldn't just stop overthink, and I could only wish that Dominic was here with me, no one knew how to keep me calm has he did. But we were doing this for him, to save him, and the others. Maybe this one final push of unity could be the hope we all need.

So, the day which Mello would finally meet the other Elders had arrived, and that was the day when the Anarchists would stike again. With my parents out of home with Mello, I had no problem with escaping home and join the other Anarchists. I would be leading the riot this time.

"Dominic would be proud of you." Mello said to me.

"He will be. He will be." I assured.

Mello also explained me that he and my parents would enter by the back of the precinct owned by the Elders, so he could become already slightly acquainted with the space, and so, their first stop would probably be were the locked up Anarchists would be.

As planned, we all were ready. We were as much hidden as we could, and we would strike when Mello showed up with my parents. We will have the gates open for them, and we will take that chance to enter. Mello will joined us as soon as we got in. I was holding his Marshmello helmet in my hand, the one he always used to not get recognised.

The time finally came up, and everyone around me tensed up knowing that was either the beginning of a new era, or the end of the free minds.

We ran inside as soon as the three of them entered. I ran to my parents handcuffing my mother and father, the other Anarchists covering me with their guns. I lead my way to Mello, making a small reverence, playing with him, before handing him the helmet. My parents eyes were full on rage, I pointed them my guns:

- The locked up Anarchists, now.

- You wouldn't have the guts. We are your parents. — my father said, and I instantly shot one of his feet.

- I do have the guts. And you may be my blood, but you're not my family. — I looked at Mello and the others and they smiled at me. — Now, lead the way. - I demanded, knocking the guns in their heads.

Soon we were in front of the filthy cells where they kept our people locked up. Me and Mello were leading the way now, shooting the locks and freeing everybody and smiling while seeing everyone meeting again with their loved ones. But I didn't yet. Dominic needed to be here. He has to. For me.

I shouted his name every time I unlocked a cell, but I didn’t got a thing until now, this 'till someone grabbed my arm as I was walking by one of the cells. It was a young girl, a ten years old maybe. My eyes were apologetic before I ripped the metal tape muting the child's mouth, she didn't even screamed. She was so strong already.

- I'm so sorry, everything will be fine now. — I said to the girl in front of me, holding her hand.

- He's here. The boy you're looking for. — the little girl said and my eyes instantly widened.

- Please... — I pleaded.

She dragged me into the cell and there was him. His mouth gruesomely shut, but still sitting on the ground helping a young boy with some bruises.

- Dominic... — I whispering, not believing in my own eyes. — Dom...

And his green eyes met with mine, and it was like everything had stopped around us.

I shivered and ran to him, falling into my knees next to him, and throwing myself into his harms.

- I'm so so so sorry, I'm so sorry it took me so long, please forgive me. — I started to cry, and as carefully as I could, I also removed the metal tape from his mouth. — I missed you so much.

- There's wasn't a day I didn't believed that you would come for us, I could never doubt you. — he said, his voice failing for the long time he had been muted. — I love you so much.

- I love you, Dom. — I answered back, while he dried my tears.

I hugged him again, fearing that I could hurt him with a kiss, but soon enough he carefully connected our lips together, and it made it seems like the earth finally got back on its tracks. Everything was falling in place, and I finally had my life back, and I could see it in the green of my lover's eyes.

The Anarchists got their voices back, the Elders were defeated, the Silencers would now fall, and the people were now free to speak their minds and to enjoy their free will.

And this, all thanks to that underrated group of out-laws, with only clarity engulfed inside their eyes, untactful tongues and insightful minds. They now lie here, been torn apart a couple thousand times. But through the fires they arisen unharmed, untouched, unused. Screaming nothing but anthems for this UNDERRATED YOUTH.

the end.

21.Nov.19

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[cocastyle]

Sick Day

Pairing - Eddie Kaspbrak x reader

Word Count - 2,888

A/N - definitely not one of my longest pieces of work, but I honestly love the length for this request :) Eddie is one of my favs and I just love him so much so I loved writing this! if anyone else has a request, please go ahead and send it in! I am accepting Christmas requests right now seeing as Christmas is so soon so if you want something written just let me know!

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Request- Oooh could you write an Eddie Fic where he takes care of a sick Reader? He fusses over her so much and it’s super adorable :’)) Thank you!! @purplelittlepup

"Tilt-A-Whirl is by far the best ride that's going to be there."

"No fucking way! That ride is for pussies. The Zipper is the best!"

"No, the Tilt-A-Whirl!"

"The Zipper!"

Y/N rolled her eyes as she listened to her boyfriend Eddie Kaspbrak argue with their best friend Richie Tozier about which carnival ride was the best. The Losers had all spent the night at the arcade and had just went there separate ways, so Y/N was the only one there to hear the two's bickering on their walk home.

With the carnival coming to Derry and it's first official day being tomorrow, the carnival was all the Losers could talk about. They had been planning on going to the carnival since it left the previous year, but now that it was here, Richie and Eddie were arguing over which ride they should go on first.

"Guys, the rides are all great," Y/N sighed before she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a small sneeze.

"Bless you," Eddie said almost automatically before looking down at his girlfriend. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and held her close as he said, "Come on, Y/N. Don't you think the Tilt-A-Whirl is the best?"

"Woah! No fucking way, Eddie Spaghetti! Y/N's opinion doesn't count because she's just going to agree with you because you two are dating," Richie frowned.

"I don't know. I have to agree with Richie on this one. The Zipper is pretty fun," Y/N admitted before sneezing again.

"Bless you," Eddie and Richie said before Eddie pouted and Richie laughed in his face.

"Never mind! Y/N's opinion does matter," Richie smiled earning a whack in the arm from Y/N.

Y/N glanced at her boyfriend who was still pouting and she chuckled before leaning up and pressing a kiss to the boy's cheek, the action making Eddie blush and smile almost instantly before he pulled her closer to him by the neck for a small hug.

Y/N shivered slightly from the cool breeze and Eddie frowned before instantly taking off his jacket and wrapping it around the girl. Neither of them had time to say anything before Richie fake gagged making the couple glare at him.

The two rolled their eyes and smirked at each other before Eddie pulled Y/N close and gave her a quick kiss. "My eyes!" Richie cried out in disgust before he gagged again.

The couple pulled away with a laugh before Y/N sneezed again. The boys went to say 'bless you,' but didn't get a chance to before Y/N was sneezing again.

Once she stopped with her sneezing fit, Richie let out a laugh and said, "Well fucking bless you." Y/N chuckled at that and rolled her eyes at the boy before glancing over at Eddie who was looking at her worriedly.

"Are you okay?" he asked with concern, not liking that Y/N had been sneezing a lot for the past couple of minutes.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just allergies," Y/N assured him despite feeling the pressure that was building up in her face and the small ache in the back of her head. Eddie clearly didn't like the answer and went to question her more, but Y/N could already see her house not too far away from them. "Here's where we part ways, boys. I'll see you two tomorrow, okay?"

"See ya, loser," Richie joked before Y/N and him fist bumped. "Don't miss me too much."

Y/N put a hand to her chest in fake agony before saying, "I will try my best." This caused the two to chuckle before Y/N reached out and ruffled Richie's hair. The boy quickly went to fix it, but he would be lying if he said he didn't love it when Y/N did that.

Y/N turned her attention to Eddie who was still looking at her in worry. "I'm fine, Eddie," she whispered before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Eddie hummed in response before wrapping his arms around Y/N and giving her a big bear hug. Y/N smiled and hugged him back tightly before pulling away to sneeze again.

Y/N pulled Eddie's jacket closer to her body before smiling at the boys and beginning to walk away. "Bye, guys!" she called out while Eddie stared worriedly after her.

Richie looked to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder before shaking him slightly. "She's fine, man. Just some allergies like she said," Richie told him.

"Yeah," Eddie muttered as he stuck his hands in his pocket and began to walk the rest of the way home with Richie. "Just some allergies."

So why did he have a feeling it was more than that?

- - -

"Where is she?" Eddie asked, his face scrunched up in concern as he nervously bit his lip. He snuck a glance at his watch before frowning and looking to the Losers. "Y/N's never late to anything."

"I'm sure she's fine, Eddie," Mike spoke up.

"Mike's right. She might have lost track of the time," Beverly suggested while her and the rest of the Losers tied their bikes up on the bike rack at the carnival.

The lights and sounds of laughter had stolen Richie's attention and the moment his stomach growled from having smelled all the different foods was the moment he grew impatient. "I don't know where the hell she is, but if she doesn't get here soon I'm going in without her," Richie said practically bouncing on his feet.

"No, you're not," Eddie said with a pointed look towards his friend. Richie huffed in frustration and went to argue, but Bill was quick to stop the argument before it even began.

"Th-Th-There she is," Bill spoke up, pointing behind Eddie. The Losers all turned to look and Eddie sighed with relief at the sight of Y/N trudging towards them with her bike by her side.

Eddie felt his heart flutter at the sight of her wearing his jacket and he had started to blush, but when he got a better look at his girlfriend, he paled. She had dark bags under her eyes, a red nose, as white as a piece of paper, and her eyes were fluttering open she close like she was struggling to stay awake. She looked like she felt awful.

"I knew it wasn't just allergies," Eddie muttered under his breath before he began to take big strides towards the girl.

"Fuck, Y/N. Took you long enough!" Richie complained, none of the other Losers having noticed the young girl's state.

“Richie,” Ben hissed, already feeling bad for the girl.

"Sorry," Y/N croaked, her voice sounding as if she had to strain to use it. She sneezed before looking over at her friends, all of their faces turning into looks of concern when they saw her.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Stan questioned, his head tilted curiously as he looked to the girl who was now being bombarded by Eddie who had taken her bike from her hands to put it on the bike rack.

"I'm fine," Y/N assured them, but they knew better than to believe her when she both looked and sounded like she didn't feel good.

Eddie was by the girl's side in an instant, a frown on his face as he gently reached out and placed a hand on her arm. "Honey," he whispered, "I think it would be best if you go home. We know what you're saying is bullshit and that you don't feel good. You need the rest."

Y/N frowned and reached out to shake Eddie's arm slightly, whining out, "But we've been waiting on this for forever, Eddie."

Eddie sighed and moved his hand down to latch onto her own before giving it a small squeeze. “I know, darling, but you need the rest,” he whispered so that only she could hear. Y/N frowned, but didn’t respond so Eddie took that as a sign of acceptance.

Turning to the group, Eddie found that Bill was already giving him a knowing smile. Eddie returned the smile before saying, “I’m going to take Y/N home. Bill, do you mind-?”

“No, yeah, I’ll dr-dr-drop her bike off on the w-w-way home,” Bill assured him with a nod.

“Thank you,” Eddie said before his eyes flickered over his friends. “You guys have fun tonight, okay? Maybe we can come again when Y/N’s feeling up to it.”

“Of course,” Stan said.

“Definitely,” Ben agreed, the boy smiling sympathetically towards the sick girl who had moved close enough to Eddie that she could lie against him if she wanted to.

It was like she was holding back though and Eddie felt his heart warm slightly when he realized she was only holding back from touching him because she knew how much he hated germs. Usually Eddie would die if someone so much as coughed in his direction, but with Y/N, he never seemed to care about germs or getting sick.

So he didn’t even hesitate to wrap an arm around her and pull the girl close, the action causing Y/N to sink into his side almost instantly. She wrapped her arms around his waist and dug her face into his side while Eddie lovingly rubbed a hand up and down her back before he looked back at the Losers.

Beverly was holding a hand over her heart because of how cute the two were while the others, minus Richie who looked bored, all smiled at the couple. Eddie’s eyes flickered over to his best friend and he gave the boy a look before saying, “Richie.”

Richie’s gaze slowly fell upon Eddie who gave him a small smile. “Go on the Tilt-A-Whirl for me, would ya?” Eddie asked, knowing that Richie was upset that both him and Y/N wouldn’t be joining the boy for the night but not showing it.

That made Richie crack a smile and he nodded slightly. “Yeah, yeah. Just for you though, Eds. Now you get Y/N home, okay? I can’t have my arcade partner missing out on too much,” Richie said before his eyes flickered over to the girl. “You get some rest, Y/N, okay? And don’t worry, Eddie will take care of you.”

Y/N smiled softly at that and her grip tightened on Eddie ever so slightly as she whispered, “Thanks, Rich. You guys have fun.”

A chorus of ‘we will’ and ‘hope you feel better’ followed the couple as they slowly began to walk away from the group and over to Eddie’s bike.

Eddie got on first before glancing back and watching cautiously as Y/N slowly got in behind him. Her arms instantly wrapped around his waist and she leaned her head against his back, her eyes fluttering closed as she nuzzled into the boy. Eddie could feel the heat radiating off of Y/N and through his shirt which made him frown before he quickly took off on his bike, heading towards Y/N’s house.

Y/N’s parents were out of town or they wouldn’t have let Y/N even leave the house in the state she was in. So that meant Eddie would have to take care of her for the night, not that he minded.

The whole ride home consisted of Eddie thinking of excuses to tell his mother while he tried his best to keep Y/N up on the bike. Every time she started to fall asleep, Eddie would have to wake her up and it broke his heart despite her reassurance that it was fine.

The couple finally managed to get to Y/N’s house and Eddie was quick to toss his bike onto the ground before hurrying the girl into the house, wanting nothing more than to get her inside. Eddie silently led Y/N to her room and left her to get changed into some comfortable clothes while he went downstairs to make her some of his ‘healing’ soup as he liked to call it.

By the time Eddie had returned with a bowl of soup in hand, Y/N had changed into one of his shirts he had left at her house and some shorts. Eddie couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, finding her just as beautiful as ever even if she wasn’t feeling one hundred percent.

Eddie slowly crept across the room before setting the soup on her nightstand and sitting down in the side of the bed. The dip in the bed had Y/N slowly blinking her eyes opened and she smiled ever so slightly at the sight of her boyfriend before closing her eyes once again.

“I’m sorry you have to take care of me,” Y/N muttered, her smile slowly turning into a frown. “I know how much you wanted to go to the carnival.”

“I don’t have to take care of you. I get to take care of you. I want to take care of you. Besides, I wouldn’t have any fun if you weren’t there with me,” Eddie assured her as he reached up to brush some of the hair from her face.

Y/N smiled softly at that before relaxing under Eddie’s touch, not noticing the way his smile dropped as soon as he felt her burning hot skin. “Shit, Y/N. You’re burning up. Do you know what this means?” Eddie questioned, his voice raising in a panic as he stood up and began to pace the room.

“That I’ve got a fever?” Y/N questioned as she sat up and began to eat some of the soup Eddie had brought her.

“Exactly! So we’ll need to break that as quick as we can. You’ll need some cold compresses and possibly some ibuprofen. Oh, and you’ll need lots of water to replenish your body and-“ Eddie began to ramble.

“Eddie,” Y/N sighed, her soft voice being enough to make the boy freeze in his tracks. His eyes flickered over to look at her and she set the half eaten soup on her nightstand before saying, “I just want to sleep. I promise I’ll feel better when I wake up.”

Eddie sighed, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly as he realized he had about gone into his freak out mode. Knowing that sleep was probably the best solution for the girl, Eddie nodded his head in agreement, “Fine, but I’m at least giving you some ibuprofen.”

“Deal,” Y/N sighed before watching as Eddie quickly disappeared from her room only to return with some ibuprofen and water a minute later. She downed the pill as quick as possible and took a few extra gulps of water to appease Eddie before lying back down in her bed.

She had just started to close her eyes when she felt the bed start to dip down behind her. Y/N glanced over her shoulders, her sick eyes widening as she noticed Eddie getting into the bed with her. “But, Eddie, you’ll get sick,” she whispered worriedly, knowing how much the boy hated being sick and how fussy his mother would get.

“I know,” Eddie said, a loving smile on his face. “But frankly, Y/N, I don’t give a fuck. All I want to do is hold my sick girlfriend and help her feel better. A few germs are worth it if I get to hold the girl that I love.”

Y/N smiled at that and Eddie took that as a sign that he could lie down beside her. He carefully laid down beside her before wrapping his arm around the girl, chuckling as he watched her flip around so that she could nuzzle her face into his chest, her hand balled up into a fist around his shirt.

“Eddie?” Y/N whispered as she nuzzled closer to him, loving the warmth and love that seemed to be radiating from the boy.

Eddie hummed softly in response as he moved a hand up and began to gently play with the girl’s hair, the action making her sigh in content as she felt herself growing drowsy.

Letting out a small yawn, Y/N whispered, “Thank you for taking care of me. I love you.”

Eddie smiled again that and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “I love you too, darling,” he whispered back as he held her a little closer of his body, tucking her head underneath his chin and rubbing a hand up and down her back as her breathing slowed down.

Y/N never felt more loved and comforted than she did in that moment. How she had ended up lucky enough to have Eddie Kaspbrak return the crush that she had on him for years was still a mind blower to her. And she wouldn’t trade moments like this with the boy she loved for anything in the world.

“You sure you don’t want anything else? Maybe some more water? A cold compress?”

“Eddie.”

“Right. I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you too, you idiot. I love you too.”

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Useful—3

Genre: College AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N, slight Dean x Lisa

Summary: The school's most popular boy wants to be friends with Y/N, out of the blue. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with her hot best friend, though.

Word Count (For the chapter): 2,712

Warnings (For the chapter): None.

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[[ Also I'm sorry for the no Read More thingy because it doesn't happen on the phone app :-(]]

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Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Mondays.

You dreaded them. For some reason, they were never good. They were sleepy, tiring and grumpy and unfortunately you couldn't do shit about it. You always had to wake up extra early for a hopefully refreshing shower, take the supposed-to-be small bus ride to the uni, which just got longer because of the Monday traffic and run to the lecture hall, only to have the professor glaring at you for coming late to the class.

Mondays.

Today was no different. You woke up extra early, took a hopefully refreshing shower, took the supposed-to-be small bus ride—WHICH was surprisingly not as long as always—and still ran to the lecture hall. Fxckin' tiring mess. The sleepless sleep still showed in your eyes and you would have given anything to have an extra hour for it that morning. But well, same old—Mondays. 

And suddenly, today was different.

"Come on…" A group of annoyed whines were heard from the lecture room just as you entered the hallway.

"What's wrong?" You asked a very pissed Rhea, or was she Akira?

"Morning classes got cancelled. We woke up for nothing."

Honestly.. what the fxck was wrong with the university? Mumbling and whining to yourself, you made your way to the cafeteria, maybe some coffee would help. Tried enjoying the warm sunshine on your face, keyword: tried, as you slowed down your steps near the playground. Or maybe you could just sit in the sun and make the most out of your oh-so-lovely Monday morning? Taking a seat in the bleachers, you decided on reading the book you were, at that time, reading.

Just halfway through the chapter— "Good morning, nerd. I see you're doing some fun stuff over here." You sighed, not wanting to get into any kind of argument at that particular time, or day- or life.

"You're back at it, aren't you?" You looked up at the still smirking Dean, dressed in his black and blue football jersey. A sight for sore eyes.

"Back at what?"

"Being a dick?" You looked back at the book still tired, "Look, Winchester, I'm so not in the brightest Monday sunshine mood right now. Don't bother."

"And here I thought we were friends." He sighed feigning sadness as he turned around to make his way back to the other side of the ground.

"You're here for practice?" He turned back to you, grinning adorably, just as you rolled your eyes.

"Yep but it doesn't start until at least a couple hours."

"Why so early here then?"

"Apparently, there's an emergency board meeting that all the HODs need to attend. So, delayed."

"Oh...that is why" You concluded why your classes got cancelled, "God. Don't you just hate it how they don't inform us about anything beforehand." You groaned.

"Not having the best morning?" He chuckled, as you gestured him to take a seat next to you.

"Nah. I'm the happiest I could ever be," You said with a yawn, "Should we go to the cafeteria before I die or we just let me die?"

"You're such a mood," He laughed toothily shaking his head, "Let us."

Sitting in the cafeteria, you sip on your coffee awkwardly trying to ignore the very obvious gazes of the people around you. You couldn't even make out how Dean looked so unfazed by all the attention, or maybe—obviously, he was used to it.

"You know," Dean started, seemingly, figuring out your awkwardness to ease the tension, "You could have just asked me on a date instead."

You chuckled, thankful for some words, "You wish, Winchester."

"Honestly...I don't" He said winning a laugh out of you.

Time flew by quickly, filled with laughter, corny jokes and sassy remarks with you not even realizing that all that attention didn't bother you anymore. Quite honestly, you didn't even realize they were there. To your surprise, you really did enjoy a Monday morning. 

"Oh," Dean exclaimed as his phone buzzed, "Totally lost track of time. It was fun, but Y/N, I gotta hurry now. I'm late."

"Well I still have an hour to kill. Good luck with the practice."

"Oh yeah, there's still an hour to the class," Dean said as he hurried, "You wanna come see the game?"

"Oh, no no. I don't understand it. I'll rather read my book here."

"Nerd," he smiled at you, "Alright then, see you in the class."

"Yeah" You smiled back, as he went. Maybe Dean wasn't all that bad after all.

You just started with the chapter, again, that you were rudely interrupted... again.

"Look who's trying to get some attention, there. Whatcha think guys? What does she think of Dean's charity? That he got the hots for her or something?" You flinched at the ear-piercing group of laughter came from the direction.

"Tss. Geez, Cassie, mind toning down that screechi- sweet laugh a lil bit? Kinda trying to concentrate." You gave her a sweet smile and turned back to your work.

"Hey, Y/N. How's you? Long time no see." She came and sat where Dean sat not even a couple minutes ago.

"Was doing just good." You muttered as you kept your eyes in your book.

"You were? Obviously, you were," she started taking ahold of Dean's cup, playing with it, "Y/N, stop trying, darling. Dean is very out of league for you. I'm saying for your good."

"Sweets. You know the only reason I'm replying to you, Cassie, is just because it's rude not to?" You looked up at her at annoyed, managing a sarcastically polite smile, "Now if you could excuse me, I'm kinda in the middle of something.

She stood up rolling her eyes as you spoke up again, "And well, don't worry. I'm no threat. Dean and me, nope. Not happening. Also, stop acting like he's your property. The guy's got a life of his own to live, about time, you get one for yourself too."

Before she could retaliate, you made your way out of the door, leaving her processing what you said. Not gonna say that you had got bad blood with her but you had got bad blood with her. Honestly, you wouldn't give two flying shits about her if she wasn't the one with the brilliant idea of throwing you into the pool on your very first day. And if that wasn't enough, she had the nerve to bully you about it for the next few months too. Initially you ignored for a long time, hoping she would end it herself, but was she one to? When you had enough of her shit, all it took, then, was one punch to the wall and an angry 'next time it won't be the wall' for her to stop. Not that she ever was a trouble for you later, but you were her glare dart ever since. You were kinda looking forward to her passing out of the college— one year without her unnecessary glares and hushed whispers but she just had to get a year back for her last year. Oh, your life. 

Practice was tiring, and since they had gotten just one hour for it, they didn't even get any breaks. On top of that, Dean might have sprained his neck. Maybe Y/N's bad day was contagious. Maybe she passed it to him.

Y/N. The thought of her bringing a faint smile on his lips. Damn, she was awesome. He wondered why she kept to herself, her personality sure would get her a lot of friends. That morning, Dean had actually enjoyed himself after a long time. He'd been so lonely for the past few months, he had almost forgotten how to laugh like he did today. She could be an amazing friend. Not to mention, he was still not over how she helped him back at Jo's without even mentioning it once today. Y/N was a good person, he could say that. Mysterious, but nice. He hoped that they actually became really good friends.

His eyes wandered to find her sitting by herself, in a corner as he made his way into the almost empty classroom, "This seat taken?"

She looked up from the book and, for once, smiled, "Hey..yes..no, please sit."

He smiled in return as he sat down beside her, lowly groaning in pain.

"You okay, there?"

"Yeah, I don't know, I think neck strain."

"Oh, geez. Want some help?"

He chuckled humorously, "And what will you do to make it better?"

"Well, they do say I have magic hands." She chuckled in response too, getting up to stand behind him. She started lightly massaging his neck and shoulders, pressing her fingers to his shoulder blades whilst her thumbs worked on his neck. She did the motion a few times as she felt his muscles relax, his knots loosening. He felt himself relaxing, the pain still there but better. How was she always good at whatever she was doing? She stopped her movements abruptly, as he realized a loud moan escaped his lips, only to burst out laughing the next second, "God, Winchester, what the hell?" sounding a little embarrassed.

"S-sorry. Damn it, your fault. What can I say, you do have magic hands." He laughed out, too.

The day went by quite fast after that. They didn't cross paths post the class again. It was the last lecture when Dean met with Cas and Jo. Finally.

"Hey!" Jo chirped as she came after the class, and hugged Dean from behind, Cas copying the action, "Dude?"

"Hey, strangers." Dean said, not in any mood to have a happy-go-lucky conversation with them.

"What's wrong?" Cas asked, clueless. Jo elbowed his ribs gently.

"What's wrong? Nothing." Dean walked ahead, rolling his eyes as the two of them followed him.

"Dean, come on. We're sorry, okay?"

"Well, don't be. Not that it matters anyway." Dean said coming to a stop, "What? You guys didn't go somewhere private, again?"

"Okay, first of all, stop taunting us, jerk. And second of all, we're sorry. We didn't mean to-"

"First of all, don't copy Sammy. And second of all, I called you two how many times, Joanna?"

"What can we do to make it up to you? Jo is right Dean, we're genuinely sorry. We just had a tiring night, so we slept in. Really really tiring." said Cas, blushing a shade of pink, as Dean's lips lifted in a very surprised smile.

"So...you finally, finally did it?" He looked from Cas to Jo grinning, "So you finally did our virgin angel, huh?"

"Shut up" she grumbled, trying to stifle a laugh of her own, blushing a few shades herself, "What about you and the specsy?"

"Who? Y/N? What about us?"

"Don't act innocent, De. Coffee dates and massage and all, huh." She said, cocking her brow, piquing Cas' interest in the conversation too, "Didn't think you'd go for her."

"We're just friends," said Dean, thinking about it from all the angles, "I think."

"You think?"

Dean shrugged, unable to come with a proper answer.

The rest of the day went pretty okay for him. Cas and Jo finally did spend time with him but it wasn't like before at all. They were different and he expected this, as much as he shipped them. They were a couple now, dynamics changed. He wasn't the same for them like earlier, he was the lesser priority. And single.

"So, you're telling me you're single?" You said, surprising yourself with the subtle, unnoticeable relief you felt. Dean and you had bonded pretty well over the past couple of months. You had never thought you two were ever going to be friends, but he was nicer than he made himself look. You learned a few things about him, and about the first day dare too. Oh boi, weren't you just ready to whack his butt with a spoon.

"Yeah. Well, that sounded judgy, Y/N."

You grinned apologetic, "Hee, sorry. It's just it's hard to believe is all."

It was funny how you two became good friends so soon. You were not really one for friends. For a long time, you'd been alone, convincing yourself you liked the quiet. Although you did, it was undeniable how loneliness got to you every time you wanted to talk to someone about something going on in your life, a bad day or even something as normal as your new favorite TV show. It sucked, now that you were admitting to yourself. It sucked how you had no one to talk to. It sucked how you couldn't even complain about it to anyone. And it sucked to spend your weekends alone in your dark room, trying to distract yourself with a book or fanfic, pretending that it was all okay.

And now here you were. Not in a dark room, not alone and not pretending. Here you were actually talking to someone about the random-est things on the planet, laughing with him and actually enjoying yourself. You both still weren't on the we-tell-each-other-everything stage and you highly doubted you ever were going to be but it was still nice. Yeah maybe you hadn't told him shit about yourself yet, but he was still the closest you'd ever been to someone in years. You had Lisa and you cared about her, you did. But where was it written that the person you care about would care about you the same way too? You were never in the list of her priorities, never even close. But she trusted you, and that's why you were...friends? You didn't know exactly. She would come to you after a break up or when she was having a bad day. You had helped her so much, for so many years, it became your instinct to do it. She had friends, she was loved and she had a life you would never. She was Lisa Braeden. She was she, and you were...you. Plain, dull, unattractive Y/N. That's it. That was you in three words. And honestly, you didn't mind. You had come terms with it a long time ago, terms with no one caring about you.

Until two months ago. Dean was a good friend. He was nice, sweet, protective and funny. And most importantly, he...cared. He would tell you jokes on Monday mornings, give you ice pack when your clumsy ass ran into the closed door and invite you for movies with his friends which you always refused to. When Dean realized you didn't like going out with strangers, he invited you over for a movie night to his place. It was, maybe, the sweetest thing someone had ever done for you. He made you snacks and then you guys talked about random things the entire night only to pass out on the couch later. After that, it had become your Friday night tradition.

And with all these sweet things, could you blame yourself for starting to feel something more for him than you should? You, very well, knew this would never happen. Dean had a type, a taste in girls and you were far from that. You had too few/many curves than what looked beautiful, you didn't have the most beautiful hair or skin and you were not pretty. Simple. He would never feel for you. And you, too, only had a silly little crush on him, which would go with time. Right?

You woke up, cuddled with a warm figure on the couch, head under the blanket. You struggled to pop your head out of the covers and once you did, you were met with a beautifully freckled face sleeping soundly. He looked so peaceful that you never wanted to wake him up. Your eyes just briefly glanced at his plump lips, wondering what it would be like to touch them or maybe, feel them against your own? And in a matter of seconds, your eyes were back at the blanket, hiding your little secret you kept from yourself. A secret only your late night or early morning self knew, which you would conveniently deny to yourself later during the day. A secret you would pass off as nothing but your sleepy head's made up story.

Nothing, but a story.

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Chapter 4

A/N: Alright, I don't know how it turned out. It took me more than a week for this chapter, and I couldn't even think of anything. I'd write a few sentences and close the document. A writer's block, I think. Well anyway, I didn't have anything in mind so it's mostly a filler chapter which I somehow used to make the little-st progress in the story. Mostly their friendship. I think I'll make it stronger before I do the shit I have planned. Please don't hate me for the chapter coz I already do :')💔

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[bumblesimagines]

Bad Boy, Rich Girl

Part 2

(Y/N) smiled, an arm lazily wrapped around Veronica as she told him about her test. He leaned down, kissing her forehead as her car pulled up. A woman got out.

“Mom!” Veronica looked at her, glancing at (Y/N). 

“Hey, Mija, get in the car. I wanna talk to your new boyfriend.” Hermione said. Veronica frowned.

“What about?” 

“Just get in the car.” Veronica sighed, entering the black car. 

“I’m Hermione Lodge, I’m sure Veronica has told you about me.” She stuck out her hand.

“(Y/N) Jones.” He shook her hand.

“FP’s eldest... How’s your dad?” She asked. (Y/N) shrugged.

“Same as always.” He replied. Hermione stepped closer to him.

“I’m not threatening you, I’m warning you. Hiram found out about you. Someone told him and he’s pissed. I like you. My daughter is much happier with you than she was with Archie. I’d hate for that happiness to die so please, be careful.” She said quietly. (Y/N) hummed.

“Anyways, tell your dad I said hi.” Hermione smiled though her eyes held concern. She turned around, entering the car. Veronica blew him a kiss as the car drove off. (Y/N) watched the car until it was out of sight. He sighed, walking over to his motorcycle and getting on it. He drove to the trailer park, mind clouded. 

“What the fuck?” (Y/N) huffed, kicking the tires of his bike. Someone had slashed them while he was in school. 

“Who could’ve done this?” Betty asked.

“Someone petty. Do you have any psycho exes, babe?” Veronica glanced at him.

“If he did, they’d be going after you,” Toni told her, shaking her head.

“We’ll find the fuckers who did this and beat their asses.” Sweet Pea said. Veronica was about to retort but stepped back.

“V?” Betty looked at her. Veronica spun around, hurriedly walking away from them with a hand over her mouth.

“What’s up with your girl? She sick or something?” Sweet Pea asked. (Y/N) shrugged.

“She’s been throwing up quite a bit.” (Y/N) replied. Toni frowned and went after Veronica.

“Girls.” Fangs shook his head. Betty rolled her eyes. “I’ll get some of the guys to fix your tires.” He told him.

“Me, Sweet Pea, Cheryl, and Betty will try to track down who fucked up your tires,” Jughead said.

“I have someone in mind.” (Y/N) crossed his arms.

“Who?” Jughead asked.

“Veronica’s dad.” (Y/N) replied with a small sigh.

Veronica coughed, standing up and grabbing some toilet paper to wipe her mouth. She walked to the sink, washing her mouth.

“You okay?” Toni asked her. Veronica nodded.

"I think I might have a stomach virus." She sighed.

"Have you tried a pregnancy test?" Toni asked. Veronica paused, staring at the sink before looking at her.

"Oh god..."

"Hey, hey, it might not be that. It's just... A thought." Toni said as she fished into her bag before pulling two out. Veronica stared at her.

"I keep some just in case one of my girls needs it," Toni explained. Veronica nodded, walking into one of the stalls to take them. Toni waited, watching her step out.

"What if they're positive? What's he gonna think? What if he leaves me? I can't-"

"Veronica, listen to me. (Y/N) loves you. He's a good guy. He'll take care of the baby if you two decide to keep it." Toni soothed her. Veronica nodded, holding back tears. The two looked down at the tests. Four pink lines stared back at them.

"Oh god..." Veronica broke down, Toni wrapping their arms around her.

"Come on. We should head back before the boys start wondering." Toni said, wiping away her tears. Once Veronica was calm, they exited the bathroom. They went back to the boys only to see that the Jones brothers had left.

"Where's Jug and (N/N)?" Toni asked.

"Went back to the trailer park. (Y/N)..." Sweet Pea's eyes flickered to Veronica. Betty bit her bottom lip.

"You should talk to him. Your dad was the one who messed up his bike." She explained, frowning.

"What?!" Veronica stared at them. Toni placed a hand on her back.

"Talk to him." She said. Veronica nodded.

"Can you give me a ride?" She asked.

"Might as well call me the love taxi. I always take you to him." Toni chuckled, walking to her bike. Veronica thought about what Toni said, hoping it was true as they drove to the trailer park. Toni pulled up next to (Y/N) trailer and Veronica got off. She opened the door, looking at Jughead.

"Where is he?" She asked.

"Bedroom," Jughead replied. Veronica walked to the door, entering the room and closing the door behind her. She approached him.

"What are you doing?" She asked, watching him pack up. (Y/N) sighed.

"I'm going to Toledo."

"Ohio?!" Veronica stared at him. (Y/N) nodded.

"No, no..." Veronica walked closer, grabbing him by the collar.

"You can't..." She whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You can't leave me and the baby..." Veronica sniffled.

"Baby?" (Y/N) furrowed his brows. Veronica nodded, taking the tests out of her purse. He took them from her, staring at the test.

“Oh fuck...” He mumbled.

“I’ll go with you. I’ll tell my mom and we’ll leave. Tonight.” 

“Veronica, you can’t just up and leave.” (Y/N) placed a hand on her cheek. 

“I have family up there from my mom’s side. They won’t tell anyone.” Veronica told him. (Y/N) knew he couldn’t argue. She’d probably be waiting for him in Ohio if he went alone. 

"Okay. We'll meet up at Pop's." (Y/N) pressed a kiss to her forehead. Veronica nodded, hurrying out of the trailer. (Y/N) sat on the bed, starting to feel the shock of finding out he was gonna be a father.

"(Y/N)?" Jughead entered, looking at him.

"Hey, Jug." He greeted. Jughead sat down.

"Sorry, I have to leave again." (Y/N) apologized.

"It's for your own safety. Dad's pissed but he's gonna figure out how to bring Hiram down." Jughead said. (Y/N) wrapped an arm around him.

"Keep the boys out of trouble." (Y/N) stood up, zipping up his bag. Jughead nodded.

"I'll keep in touch." (Y/N) said, picking the bag up. He hugged Jughead before stepping away. (Y/N) sighed, catching the keys that were thrown at him.

"Take my car." One of his Serpent friends said. (Y/N) nodded, thanking him as he got into the car. He sighed, turning it on and heading to Pop's.

"Babe... Babe!" (Y/N) grunted, opening his eyes. He looked over at Veronica, feeling weight on his chest. (Y/N) placed a hand on his childs back, slowly sitting up. Their son, Angel, stirred and yawned. Veronica smiled before motioning towards the tv. (Y/N) looked up, seeing the News channel. It was showing the arrest of Hiram Lodge.

"He can't hurt or go after you anymore, babe." Veronica said, smiling. He could see a tinge of saddness though. After all, he was still her father. (Y/N) leaned over, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She took Angel from him as he started to fuss.

"Should... Should we head back?" She asked. (Y/N) looked at her.

"What do you wanna do?" He yawned, still half-asleep. Veronica looked down at her son as she fed him.

"I think it's time." She nodded. (Y/N) looked over at the Serpent jacket. He hadn't touched it in months.

"Yeah. It's time." He looked at her with a soft smile. Angel burped his opinion. Veronica giggled and got off the bed.

"Let's pack." (Y/N) stood, changing. He grabbed his jacket and looked over at Veronica.

"Why don't you try it on, Doll?" He handed to her. Veronica shrugged it on and looked at herself in the mirror. (Y/N) smiled, turning away from her.

"I look hot."

"You look hot in anything, Doll." (Y/N) reminded. Veronica grinned, a flush of love going through her. She looked at her son and smiled.

"Let's make you as cute as your dad." She said, picking out an outfit. (Y/N) got a suitcase and put their stuff inside as Veronica got Angel's stuff. They left the apartment and faced Veronica's godmother.

"Thank you so much, again." Veronica smiled.

"It's my job." The woman smiled, kissing their cheeks.

"Tell your mother to come visit." She said, stepping back as they got into the car. Angel sucked on his pacifier as (Y/N) started to drive.

"What do you think they'll say? Toni already knew but everyone else..."

"Dad will cry. That's a fact." (Y/N) said as Veronica giggled.

"Jughead might too but he'll brush it off. Betty will be super excited." He added.

"It's been so long. I wonder what they've been up to." Veronica breathed out, realizing just how long they had been gone for. (Y/N) glanced at the jacket Veronica still had on. He knew the Serpents would be thrilled about the baby.

"I... I wanna join the Serpents." Veronica said, looking at him.

"Are you sure? I don't know if they changed that dance the girls have to do."

"I'm sure. They really do need to change that though." Veronica watched the scenery pass by. They drove in comfortable silence until Angel sneezed. Veronica laughed softly.

"Bless you, sweetheart." She cooed. For the next few hours, they continued to Riverdale, only stopping to get food and change Angel's diapers. They eventually passed the Riverdale sign and glanced at eachother.

"Home sweet home." (Y/N) mumbled, driving to Hermione's place. They parked and Veronica got out of the car. (Y/N) got Angel and they headed inside. Veronica knocked on the door.

"What is it?" Hermione called as she opened it. She blinked a few times.

"Oh my god... Mija..." She hugged her tightly before looking at (Y/N).

"Is he..?" She asked quietly, glancing at Veronica who nodded. Hermione cooed, taking Angel into her arms.

"Labor was terrible." Veronica sighed. Hermione laughed, looking at (Y/N).

"Let me guess. She called you every name in the book and numbed your hand?" She grinned. (Y/N) nodded, chuckling as Veronica rolled her eyes playfully.

"Abulita's gonna spoil you rotten... Ugh, I'm getting old." Hermione sighed.

"I'll have someone get your stuff. You should visit your friends." Hermione handed Angel back to him. (Y/N) looked at Veronica and they made their way back to the car. The butler took their stuff and they drove to Pop's.

"Toni said she gathered everyone here." Veronica told him. (Y/N) spotted the bikes and smiled, getting out of the car. Toni bolted out of Pop's almost tackling him to the ground. (Y/N) laughed, hugging her back. Toni pulled back, smiling before she turned her attention onto Veronica and Angel.

"Guys!" Betty rushed over to hug him, Jughead right on her heels.

"Guys, meet Angel." Veronica said. The two spun around as FP, Fangs, and Sweet Pea approached them with Archie close behind.

"V! Oh my god, he's precious!" Betty cooed as Jughead stared down at his nephew. He passed off his sniffle as a cough and nodded. (Y/N) got a bear hug from the three Serpents. FP watched (Y/N) take Angel from Veronica so she could properly hug her friends.

"Is he.." FP cleared his throat.

"Is he yours?" He asked. (Y/N) nodded. FP looked at Angel, placing a gentle hand on his head. Angel looked up at his grandfather, babbling. (Y/N) bit back a grin as FP sniffled, wiping away tears. Fangs was cooeing over the baby while Sweet Pea smiled when Angel played with his dog tags.

"Hey, Andrews." (Y/N) greeted the ginger. Archie smiled at Angel, hugging (Y/N).

"Hey, (Y/N). It's been a while." He said, stepping back and wrapping his arm around a girl. (Y/N) nodded, looking over at Veronica as Betty asked about the jacket.

"It's (Y/N) but I've been thinking about joining the Serpents." Veronica told them. Jughead nodded.

"Alright." He crossed his arms, explaining the initiation. Sweet Pea leaned over.

"She's a keeper." He said. (Y/N) smiled.

"I know."

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[deep-sea-skiving]

What goes on in Japan... stays in Japan- weird Kate Bush moments and interviews.

Kate Bush is world- renowned for doing things her way, no matter how weird or how strange it may appear to us common folks. However, there are some Kate Bush moments where it seems we may have slipped into an alternative universe, where even Kate Bush maybe is too weird for Kate Bush. These are some of the moments where as a big Kate Bush fan, I'm confused, lost and completely dumbfounded.

That time where Kate Bush did a 1978 seiko watch advert, which really had little to do with watches.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ah4r1IDfqgc

So I'm going to do my best to try and explain what’s going on here. We first start with the seiko branding seems normal enough right? Well that's it that's all the normal you’re going to get, it just gets more eccentric from here on out. So you might recognise the music, it’s ‘Them heavy people’ however in Japan the song was re-named for release as a single as rolling the ball, where it reached number 3 in the charts. Fun fact, Japan was the only country where this song was officially released as a single and the cover art of the single came from this Seiko advert. Nevertheless, I do not remember the fabulously loud metronome featuring on the track like it does in this advert. So we get Kate, doing Kate things expressive facial movements and eyes. we’re ready for the elaborate dance routines which picture together a emotion filled storyline, you know the normal Kate Bush stuff but alas no we’ve now got 3 Kates shoulder swaying, then doing the pretend to be an ancient Egyptian regime? Then what’s this? Sorry I thought I was mistaken, I thought I saw  Kate Bush riding a motorbike. Well it is Kate Bush riding a motorbike, she seems kinda angry mind you probably because she just saw her past self throwing those dance moves. This creates a few, a lot of questions. Like why is she riding a motorbike? Where is she going? Is that a wind machine? What’s the story behind this? This is a watch advert, right? Does the watch come with a motorbike? These are all crucial questions which sadly will remain unanswered, just like what is the meaning of life, is there a god, what happens when we die and where are all the baby pigeons? Then we get what must be one of the most cryptic slogans in a watch advertisement, remember it's a watch ad. ‘We have many varieties of mood within us, its up to you to choose’. Varieties? This isn’t a pick n mix you know. The thing which makes this a lot more funny than it really should be is the delivery. Why does Kate sound so unmotivated and monotone, its almost like she said to the people in charge of this project ‘you really want me to say this?’ Its probably a case of lost in translation, but that doesn't hide the fact that this was almost definitely taken in one take.

That one time when Kate Bush didn’t even sing one of her own songs, instead she just danced and oh God she danced, alright. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdFxy47wnzU (Sorry for the poor quality, I can't find decent footage anywhere)

Staying with Japan, we get another bizarre reincarnation of ‘Them heavy people’. First up we get an interview conducted entirely in Japanese and to make it just that little bit better the translator seems not to be doing the best job. Consequently, we’re got a Kate looking like she hasn't got the faintest clue what on earth is going on, so is going with the classic nod and agree approach to deal with difficult social situations and interactions. Then you’re thinking after the interview like any normal show the singer is going to sing their song right? Well if you thought that, well you’re wrong. Sorry. Instead we have two Japanese singers singing the start of ‘Them heavy people’. English is obviously not their strong suit cause we’ve now got all new and improved lyrics for example, inconvenient time has now become incumbent time. One of these singers is desperately clinging to the biggest smile ever to try and hide up the fact that she has no clue what she’s trying to sing. All things considered they’re really trying their best and actually are doing great. So where’s Kate, this is her song right, shouldn’t she be singing? Singing is over it's time for action and when I mean action, I mean a big dance number. Is this what it is like to have an out of body religious experience cause I have no clue what's happening but I don’t care I love it. Seriously Kate Bush’s dance moves should never be underestimated, ever. This is definitely one of those moments where you think you have moved into an alternative timeline.

The one time Kate Bush talked about vegetarianism to TV ‘chef’ Delia Smith.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7UFXa4XYIQ

Vegetarianism wasn’t very common in the late 70s, early 80s but I'm pretty sure it’s not that much of an abstract concept to comprehend, its not a cult Delia ok? Right off the bat I've got to say that Delia’s vegetarian dishes at the beginning weren’t really doing it for me. That nut roast especially didn't look edible and that non meat loaf was definitely something you would use to feed the birds or use as a makeshift building material. Around these dishes there's random chopped tomato, whole peppers, lettuce and what appears to be flowers? just in case you forgot we’re talking about vegetarianism you know plants and things.Then Delia proceeds to ask questions concerning Kate’s vegetarian diet and some of the dishes which have been made earlier by her sister-in-law. However, the questions Delia does ask really makes me question her credibility  as a ‘chef’. DS: Now what’s this? KB: Brown rice, DS: How do you cook brown rice? KB: really easy with salt and water. One, how does a celebrity chef not know what brown rice is and two more importantly, she doesn’t know how to cook it? Correct me if I'm wrong but I don’t think brown rice is completely different concept to you know, white rice or rice in general. The completely awkward exchanges in this clip just make it one of those moments where you can't believe that this really happened.

Kate Bush- master tea maker, second to no one.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fUeylMSi9w

We all know that Kate does love a good old cup of tea. Well who can blame her? Pretty sure 90% of my body’s liquids are made up of simply tea. However, loving tea does not excuse you from this horrendous crime. Kate, the tea gods are very disappointed. Got to say this is traumatising to watch. What is she doing? Like Kate you’re not pouring shots you’re pouring hot boiling water. You’re pouring hot boiling water everywhere. The cups are overflowing and she’s not stopping to pour each individual cup oh no that’s too simple, she's making tea like she's watering plants. Just sprinkle it everywhere maybe she's in a rush or maybe she knows a secret technique to make the ultimate cup of tea, we’ll never know. Again moments like this are just incredibly peculiar, so much so you almost can’t believe that they are actually real!

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Unbreak Me

Standstill

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Standstill:

It's been weeks, I can hear Hana and Drake's hushed voices trying not to wake... But I'm wide awake I can't sleep, can't sleep a wink, yet I've locked myself in my room because it's too hard to do anything else, expect work and pretend to sleep.

I curl on my side, tears leaking from my eyes so I just want to be alone, but they won't leave they've appointed themselves my caretakers and God knows if I was in my right mind, as clearly I am not I'd feel happy for their help. The bed edge dips and I can tell its Hana, she smells like rose petals and sunshine and it makes me want to puke. She stays silent by my side laying with me saying nothing, and I grip onto that bit of hope, that even though the man I'd hope to spend forever with broke me, Hana who I hated and loved was by my side.

I stand in the shower and Hana stands at the door, saying nothing, I've been feeling weak lately maybe I was gonna die from the pain, maybe life would be that kind to me. "Come, Drake is making soup and crackers, you need to eat" she whispers, drying my hair after l'd found about robe. She pampers me, and I feel weak, too weak to protest so I allow her, but inside I'm dying trying to find the independent woman I once was, but maybe I felt her when I left because I can no longer find me and that, that terrifies me. Would I spend my days pining for a man I couldn't have? Maybe? Because I couldn't imagine a life without him. Shaking off the feeling I walk with her my feet feeling like led, as we made it to the sitting room. My heart stops and the little fragments that are left of me frazzle into nothingness as I see him and her, smile blindly at the camera.

"The Queen and I had a wonderful honeymoon, we are committed to our service to each and every citizen..." My eyes sting and my vision blurs, white spots dancing behind my rapidly closing eyelids. My knees buckle and connect with the ceramic tile, then everything goes black.

I've got the mother of all headaches, I try to shield my face from the blinding light, hoping to burrow back into the darkness. It's loud and people are speaking frantically and I dread opening my eyes. "She's coming around"

A face of a woman I've never see before looms into view. "I'm doctor Ross, how do you feel?"

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. She smiles at me her green eyes kind and soft. "You gave your friends quite the scare, but you and the little one are just okay, we will be keeping you for observation and ensure that you are able to eat and keep solids down before you are released.

My fuzzy head tries to process her words, but I can't seem to keep my eyes open and I drift off to sleep.

*Liam*

The sofa in my office has become accustomed to me sleeping here until the wee hours of the morning when I was sure Madeline was a sleep before heading to our shared quarters. It's not that she was an awful woman, she was in fact quite lovely, she was beautiful, and cunning, had I never met a certain someone then maybe we would have had a chance.

My train of thoughts are interrupted as Bastien announces that I have a visitor, I nod, bracing myself for whatever was to come, I dreaded it being Maxwell or Bertrand, they have made no secret that I was not their favorite person. "Hey, I thought you would be still making love to your wife instead of buried under a mountain of paper work" the beautiful redhead with green eyes belonging to my friend Olivia teases.

"Hey Liv" I say genuinely happy to see her I pull her into a hug and she kisses my cheek.

"What brings you by?" I ask sitting with her on the sofa.

She's looking everywhere but me, "You've lost weight, I'm worried about you" that's Olivia cutting straight to the point.

I'm not sure what to say, so I say nothing. "Li, I know its hard, but you can't keep doing this to yourself, this was the choice you made and you have to live with it."

Fury burns and snaps within me and I can't sit still so I pace, but I don't get far, she grips me by my shoulder and she's surprisingly strong, and turns me to face her.

"I know you miss her, hell I miss her and I didn't like her, but it's time to move forward."

Something finally breaks and everything that I've been holding back floods. "No, you don't know, I hurt the woman I love, I'm trapped in a marriage that there is no love, and my best friend isn't here, Liv, I-"

She pulls me into her and I sag against her small frame, hot tears spill from onto my cheeks and I hold her for dear life.

We are wrapped in that embrace until we are both all cried out.

"All right, so I hate to say this Li, but you need to decide, are you going to be a mere man pining after the woman he loves or are you going to step up and be the king we deserve?"

Her words were harsh, but it was what I needed to hear. It was the cold hard truth, I wasn't just a man I was a king with a kingdom to lead. We sit in silence for awhile then finally she sighs and stands to leave.

"Hey, I promise it gets easier" she says a remorseful look in her eyes but there is a conviction in her voice.

"How do you know?" I can't help but ask.

"I was once deeply in love with you" she whispers sadly, kissing my cheek and heading for the door.

On reflex, I grab her and she staggers back into me.

She lets out a frustrated breath.

"I was in love with you, but what I felt for you was nothing compared to what you shared with her, she was your soulmate"

I open my mouth to ask questions.

"Do you remember when I kissed you?"

I nod, as words failed me.

"I felt nothing no passion, because you heart had already belonged to another" she whispered kissing my cheek and leaving me there.

I enter my quarters, and Madeline is silently crying, as I enter she tries to compose herself, but it's too late. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing" she responds and her voice is calm and hadn't I seen the tear tracks I wouldn't know.

"Madeline, don't make me ask again"

"I'm not one to admit defeat, but I'm not sure I can do this"

"This?"

"I understood your feelings for Riley, but to have you carry on with Olivia, that is too much, I've got my pride"

I'm confused, what the hell was happening here?

"Olivia?"

"Liam, don't insult me. I saw you and her tonight"

Realization hits, she was jealous, maybe she wasn't so cold and frigid after all.

1 Year ago

It was a bold move rushing after her, she had been crown queen of the day and Madeline couldn't let her have this one, she had to chose that moment to kiss me. I found her on the swing, she looked so small and defeated, I'd never really thought of the effect this was having on her. "Hey you didn't leave glass slipper for me to find" I say, hoping to get a chuckle out of her. But she only glares at me.

"Why are you here?" She asks clearly annoyed with my presence.

"I wanted to see how you were doing" I say honestly

"I'm fine, I'm always fine, now leave me alone before I start another scandal"

Not caring in that moment, I lift her chin.

"I know this is rough, and I'm sorry about Madeline, but know that I love you" she drops her head to my shoulder and pulls me between her leg for her hug.

"I love you too, now go back before you are missed" she says but she doesn't release me and I don't want to leave her. Cupping her cheeks I kiss her soundly, but one never is enough for either of us, our clothes become a heap on the ground and I am only content when I slide into her, she warm and always ready for me, and I love it. She straddles me, her nails carving into me, I swear I'll have scars as she rides out her pleasure, and I'm not far behind.

"What are you doing to me" I ask shakily as I hold her while we return to earth.

"You need to go" she kisses me and quickly hands me my clothes

I dress as quickly as I can, but I can't help but steal another kiss before returning to the people.

#choices trr #trr liam