#i hope y/n doesnt come across as mean here they really are in a tough spot

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Part 2 of the little comic

Moon really does not like the situation but Y/N can't just not do their work.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

[rainydayotomes]

helloo!! i dont rly like showing my account so would i be able to request here? it would b nice if u could write a van helsing x reader wherein we work as a government employee (how they met basically, post non lupin or van route) and he learns she doesnt associate much with her family for personal reasons after they share each others pasts? if its too much to ask for i can req something different! tyy

Hey Anon! Thats totally fine- its why I turned on the anon feature ;) and hey, thanks for being my first request! Essentially this fic is a little bit of a weird AU, where you don't end up with anyone and never met Van. I hope thats ok! If not, feel free to send in another request! Love you ❤ I hope you enjoy!

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There she was again.

That woman. The one who made his heart skip a beat at just a glance.

She laughed as she conversed with two men on either side of her. One of them, Van Helsing recognized as Victor Frankenstein. The famous alchemist.

The other one had long, red hair and had his jacket hanging off half his body. The woman who had caught his eye was sandwiched between the two; and was seemingly good friends with them. Van Helsing wondered who she was.

"Aha! Eyeing her I see!" A snide voice came from behind her.

"Tch." He closed his eyes and turned to the young king.

"Everytime you see her, you always stare. Why don't you go say hi?" Delacroix said with a loud smile that made Van Helsing sigh.

"No."

"Awww, cmon! Why not? We have some time to spare! Go have lunch with her or something!"

"No."

The young king frowned.

"That's an order."

....Goddammit.

"Tch. Fine."

He turned to see her walk towards the dining hall, where government employees and guests often met for lunch.

What the hell would he even say? He stalled for a moment, wondering what he would do when he got to her. Would he ask her for her name and run off? Would he sit down and just... eat across from her?

"Come on, let's go!" Suddenly his arm was yanked quite forcefully, and he was made to follow Delacroix into the dining hall. This was bound to be trouble.

"I thought I was only here escort and advocate for you? Not be forced into eating lunch with people unrelated to us."

Delacroix, with his hand still tightly around Van Helsing's arm, opened the door to the cafeteria easily and led the two inside.

"Well I consider you one of my loyal subjects now! And as your king, I want to see my people thrive and be happy!" He said proudly.

"Tch. All I am is your bodyguard and an advocate. What happened to wanting revenge?"

"Oh shut up about that already. Look- there she is!"

The young king pointed out the woman Van Helsing had been admiring from afar, now sitting alone at a small round table. It didn't look like she was waiting for anyone.

"Here we go..." He mumbled to himself as he was forcefully dragged right up to the table.

"Are you waiting for anyone?" The young king's voice cooly asked.

The girl looked up at him, and her eyes went wide.

"A-Ah! K-King Delacroix! N-No, I'm not waiting for anyone. Please, take a seat if you want." She said as she gestured to the two other seats across from her.

"And Mr. Van Helsing... It's nice to meet you both."

Delacroix sat down in one of the chairs, seemingly unaware how awkward this was for poor Van. Or maybe he just didn't care.

"Is this some type of torture...?" He mumbled to himself before he sat down.

"Well, it seems you know plenty about us! But what about you? My advisor has seen you around quite a bit, and he always eyes you as you walk by!" He said proudly.

Dear god, this really was torture wasn't it!?

She gave out a nervous laugh, a blush quickly dusting her delicate cheeks.

"At least this is cute." Van thought to himself.

"My name is (Y/N) (L/N), and I report to Her Majesty on public affairs. Stuff like how the different districts are doing, how crime is and such..."

"Ah, I've heard of you. You're friendly with everyone except your family, aren't you?" The young king said without hesitation.

"I-I uh..."

Van Helsing sighed at Delacroix's unapologetic nosiness.

"Delacroix, you forgot your coat in the meeting room." He said as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Ah!" Delacroix rose from his seat in a slight panic. "I'll be back!" And with that, he took off faster then any human could run. Thankfully he didn't notice that he was still wearing his coat.

"Sorry about that." The soldier murmered to the girl.

"O-Oh no, it's ok! After last week's incident, I-I'm kind of used to this sort of thing..." She trailed off.

"...what happened?" He wanted to ask, but he knew he shouldn't. His unvoiced question lingered above his head, and she seemed to catch on to his thinking.

"Ahaha... well, one of my parents actually was at one of the meetings I was attending, and tried to talk to me... but I don't really... get along with them. So I tried to avoid them as best as I could, but... they kind of cornered me. I told them to leave me alone, but I was a bit too loud when I said it... the whole public affairs board saw what happened."

"I see." He replied simply.

"O-Oh, I uhm... I'm sorry. I know that talking about family might be a uh... little tough for you. I didn't mean to be insensitive. I apologize..."

It was pretty well known that Van Helsing's family was murdered, after the whole situation with Aleister came to light and he was sent to court. But it was still weird to hear that some girl he had never met before knew his past. But he doubt that she knew all of it.

"It's fine. But why don't you want to talk to your parents?"

"Ah.. it's... personal. Personal reasons."

Van Helsing closed his eyes in thoughtful silence. So she wasn't as naive to tell him absolutely everything when they first meet.

He hated to admit this, but he was definitely intrigued.

"H-Hey... I uh, have another meeting I have to get to. Do you uhm... want to go out later? For some tea or something? I'll be free around 5."

Van Helsing mulled it over in his head for a moment. Delacroix had a meeting at 5:15, but it wasn't one he necessarily had to attend. He could already practically hear the kid's voice telling him to go in his head.

He gave a nod to her.

"Sure. I've got nothing planned."

She perked up. Perhaps she wasn't expecting him to accept? He couldn't help but smile to himself over how cute she was.

"A-Alright, I'll meet you at the cafe down the street. The one-"

"-where the evening sun makes it look like the whole place is glowing?"

"Yes! That one!"

He nodded, giving her a "sure" before she got up and ran off.

He couldn't help but close his eyes and smile. She was pretty damn cute. It was pretty clear she wanted to go somewhere that would give them a little but of a fun, romantic atmosphere... but he didn't mind too much.

He was curious about her family, and why she didn't want to associate with them. But he knew that was none of his concern. Still, he quite enjoyed the thought of perhaps learning that reason one day.

Jeez, being with that kid really did make him soft, huh?

[imagine-overlord]

Photographs

A.N: This one is a slight past Chase x reader. It doesnt focus on them. The next one will be more on the actually guy and reader! However in this both are them are dead. So warning for that. Also Protective Bestfriend Rosenfeld.

Summary: Boyce gets invited to a WW2 museum where they had a new series of photos. Taken by Morton Chase.

*** and italics- means flashback

___- is a time skip

(Y/n)- your name

(F/f)- favorite flower

(H/c)- hair color

(S/c)- skin color

(E/c)- eye color

Word count: 3445

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He was old now. His bones creaked like the floorboards of the museum as he walked through it. He could still walk despite his age and despite his injuries he got in the war. The museum hadn't told him anything about the pictures just that he showed up in a few. This of course stirred his curiosity of what the pictures showed. Who had taken them? Maybe they had been taken after the war during cleanup. His musing was cut short with the arrival of a man.

"Ah, Mr. Boyce welcome! We were hoping you could make it," Boyce blinked as he processed the words "It's nice to be here. Please call me Ed. Mr. Boyce is to formal for a guy like me," The museum curator was a stout man with a slightly pointed nose and square glasses. His hair was black and curly and the tweed suit he wore was neatly pressed. Boyce smiled 'He takes pride in his job' the thought was quick as the man continued speaking. "I'm Lawrence, Ed we actually had a special reason for asking you to come today," Boyce raised a eyebrow. "What would that be Lawrence?" Lawrence smiled at him. "Well, today we have a group of kids that are looking around the museum, We were hoping you could tell them some stories from the war. Good ones of course, and if you recognize the photos...Maybe you could tell the kids those stories. You seemed close to the people in them," Boyce nodded along to Lawrence's rambling. "Of course I would like to. Somebody needs to pass on these old stories to the younger kids," Lawrence's green eyes lit up at the agreement. "Well the photos are this way please follow!" Lawrence scurried off before remembering Boyce was older. He slowed down he talked about the museum as he went how many veterans funded the place. However none visited nearly as much as Boyce. He was only half listening as he looked at the familiar weapons and symbols. Lawrence was a new curator that talked a little too much but Boyce didn't mind. It was a familiar feeling to listen to someone ramble. Boyce stopped short when he saw the new photos "I thought that camera was missing," It was the first thing he said as he looked at photos of the operation he went on.

"Someone named Paul from the village of Cielblanc donated it," Boyce laughed as he walked towards a photo. It was Tibbet handing a stick of gum to a small boy with a baseball glove and a baseball. "Not someone that kid there," Boyce raised a bony finger to the photo pointing it at the kid. "That's Paul. God he was so young then," "So you do know the photos? Do you know who took them? We never found that out," Boyce nodded "I know everyone in the photos and the stories. As for who took them well that was Morton Chase... He never got the chance to see any of his photos but when I see him again I'll tell him... They were the greatest photos of the war I've ever seen," A small smile had settled on his mouth.

He studied the photos when the scuffling of tiny feet could be heard. Boyce turned and was faced with a group of kids staring at him some in wonder others looked confused. "Okay children. We are going to hear some stories from the war from Mr. Boyce please be respectful and listen," He looked at the teacher a young woman not yet thirty. She has a gentle and graceful way about her it struck him then that if the war hadn't hit then maybe that's how (y/n) would have looked. Gentle and innocent instead of someone who had seen horrors no lady should see and witnessed the deaths of her friends. Boyce shook his head. No the fire in her eyes as she moved gracefully across enemy territory would always be there.

He cleared his thoughts as he sat down in a chair "Any stories you kids want to here?" A small boy raised his hand. "Can we know who that is?" He pointed at a photo. Boyce had to turn to see it but it was (y/n) staring out a window in Chloe's attic. "That's (y/n). She was the toughest gal we knew. Tibbet always said 'y'know she may not be a soldier but she's scarier than any of us'" Boyce laughed a little an inside joke that now only held a special meaning to him. "She was beautiful and a nurse. No one knows how she got on the same operation we did. It wasn't anyplace for a woman. But she was there and even with our airplane being blown up she still jumped and parachuted with the same conviction as someone who'd done it a million times. Jacob even thought that she had. She showed no fear when she jumped even though it was one of the scariest things in the world. However the important thing is we flirted with her a lot. I mean she was beautiful and tough? You'd be crazy not to. But that's when we found out that she was married. We should have guessed it but she never gave any indication but we also didnt know her last name. I remember it like it was yesterday,"

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Boyce looked towards the click noise he heard. (Y/n) had turned from the window to look at Chase swatting her hand at him with a smile. "Stop taking pictures of me pretty boy," Chase laughed quietly. It was a comforting sound to hear in the middle of war. Even hours before they were going to take down the church. "Well doll you're so gorgeous he just can't help it. I'd take photos of you as well if I had a camera," she sighed and looked at Tibbet. "How many times do I have to show you guys I'm uninterested before you get the hint that I'm spoken for?" Ford choked on the water he was drinking. "You're taken?" She laughed. While she was Chase had snapped another picture causing her giggling to cease to give him a half-hearted glare. She turned her attention back to the others "Of course I am! Gosh you guys are so stupid. I mean if you thought I was hot why would you not assume I was spoken for?"

"That's a valid point. But are we talking spoken for as in possible chance in the future for me or like not a chance in hell," She sighed with a light smile. She turned and reached into one of the pockets of her vest. She pulled out a small box that she opened and slid a small silver ring onto her finger. "Spoken for as in not a chance in hell," Tibbet let out a shocked laugh "Well shit doll who managed to tie you down? Or can we find out from your last name that we were never told," she rolled her eyes "You were told you just didnt listen," She smirked "alright doll then who are you really?"

She looked at Chase and smiled "secrets out," he said with a half smile. "Guess it is," she responded looking back at Tibbet "Nurse Chase at your service," All the guys froze "Hang on. You're telling me Morton Chase. This guy with the stupid camera. Got married to you. The most beautiful nurse I've ever seen," she nodded as Chase took her hand "yeah that's exactly what I'm saying," Her and Chase shared a gentle smile and Boyce could see from his spot how in love they were.

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"What happened to them Mr. Boyce?" He was pulled from his memory by a small girls voice. He looked at her "Tragedy. Though I guess we should have known. It was a war after all," He was pulled back into his memories as he began speaking.

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They all heard the gunshots before they heard Chase's voice. (Y/n) jumped up from her spot next to Rosenfeld and ran upstairs. Tibbet on her heels "doll slow down!" They all raced up the stairs letting Boyce tackle Captain Wafner. They watched (y/n) slide across the floor a little bit towards Chase. "Hey hun I'm here," she grabbed his hand. She looked at here "someone come over here and put pressure on the wounds!" Rosenfeld moved first he went across from her and pressed down. Tibbet and Chloe followed putting pressure across the wounds. "I'm not gonna die right? I can't die...I can't leave you alone," she shook her head "no no...you won't leave me alone I promise," they could see the tears in her eyes. All of them knew she was lying but kept quiet for his sake. "Hey Rosenfeld," Chase's voice got quieter as he turned his head. "What is it?" Rosenfeld responded. His voice was shaky but he did his best to keep it even. "I'm getting pretty tired so while I'm sleeping can you protect (y/n) for me? I promise I'll wake up soon so you don't have to stay up all night," Rosenfeld nodded no longer trusting his words "Of course I will...Morton. I promise I'll keep her safe for you," He nodded "Thanks Jacob. (Y/n)...I love you. I'll talk to you when I wake up okay?" She smiled.

"Okay. I'll be waiting," she smiled "Oh, and Morton...l love you too," Chase smiled back "good," Chase stopped wheezing after that he'd gone quiet and still. Tears ran down (y/n)'s face causing clean tracks on her (s/c) skin. Boyce couldn't stand the tears so he took the syringe he got earlier and stabbed it into Chase pushing down on the plunger with more force than neccessary. He threw the empty syringe aside "Come on Boyce...He's gone," Ford said it and now that someone had said it (y/n) had started sobbing quietly. Rosenfeld moved over to her helping her slowly stand and moving her gently away. She had latched on like a lifeline burying her face into his chest. Rosenfeld stumbled from the force but he recovered and began gently combing his hands through her (h/c) hair. He whispered things the others couldn't hear keeping her quiet while she mourned her lost love. Then all the sudden Chase sat up his breathing still rusty but better than it was before. (Y/n) gasped in shock and horror gripping Rosenfeld tighter. She stood behind him slightly "Jacob...," she whispered in the silence. Rosenfeld didn't respond he just gripped (y/n)'s hand a silent oath that he would protect her.

"Hey Chase...how ya feelin?" Ford asked the question. "Can I have some water?" Boyce handed him his water canister to which they watched him chug it down. "My head hurts a little but I'm fine otherwise," his hand unknowingly crushed the metal canister "That's weird," he said when he looked at it. Tibbet quietly said "add it to the list," as he watched. Chase surveyed the room spoting Rosenfeld. "Hey Jacob I'm awake now. You don't have to protect (y/n) for me anymore!" He said it like it was a good thing but Ford once again caught his attention.

"Chase, can you uh...can you stand?" Chase looked at him "I think so," and just like that Chase stood. Ford looked at Wafner who Tibbet held in place "what the hell is this?" Wafner laughed "Hitler wants a thousand year reich but a thousand year reich requires thousand year soldiers," "is it hot in here to everyone else? It's super hot to me," Chase had stripped himself of layers until he was in his grey tank top. He held his head "guys my head really hurts," they watched him stumble towards the wooden post in the room bashing his head against it which cracked it but it did not break. (Y/n) had let out a tiny shriek and clung tighter to Rosenfeld. Staring at Chase in horror he faced the other way and slammed his head backwards into the post. His bones jutted tightly against his skin not breaking the surface but getting far too close to it. His head was bent farther backwards than any humans should go he snapped his head forward and suddenly his head was compressed against his neck making him look awkward.

Chase looked at his arm black veins stood out against his skin. He turned towards Boyce grabbing him by the neck and hoisting him up. "What did you do to me!?" Boyce looked around he saw (y/n) behind Rosenfeld looking terrified but who could blame her. They all looked scared "Morton...," she said it loud enough that he let go of Boyce and turned towards her. He took a step in that direction before Rosenfeld got in his line of sight one hand held up towards (y/n). "Jacob? You don't need to protect her anymore. I'm awake now,"

Jacob shook his head "she needs protection from you," Chase shook his head quickly they all flinched as they heard his neck snap at each turn. (Y/n) hid her face in Rosenfeld's back as shots rang out. Ford had shot Chase. He fell backwards as Rosenfeld turned around and hugged (y/n) hushing her. They then heard wheezing breath when the looked Chase stood there bullet holes all over him. "Oh you've got to be shitting me," Ford said before anyone could do anything Boyce slammed his rifle into Chase's head knocking him down before he bashed his head in. Chase hadn't gotten up again after that.

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Boyce had elected not to tell the kids about the second half of the story only about the first time Chase had died. One girl raised her hand "Did her and um Rosefield get married?" Boyce smiled "Rosenfeld. No they didnt but (y/n) had a son Lewis Morton Chase. Jacob helped raised him along with me and Tibbet. He was our group's son. Though I think everyone thought she was married to Jacob even her own son," A little boy suddenly smiled and got up "That's my dads name!" Boyce laughed "really what's yours?" "Jacob Edward Chase! Daddy told me I was named after his dad and uncle!" Boyce smiled "Well I guess I'm that uncle then Jacob,"

Boyce told the kids more stories about (y/n), Chase, Tibbet, Ford, and Rosenfeld kids were being picked up by parents one by one some states to hear some tales others just left. Afterwards Boyce has seen Lewis again and said good bye to Jacob promising to visit for more stories next Sunday. Boyce held a bouquet of (f/f) to his chest in his other hand he held an old Chicago Cubs baseball card. He stood in front of the two graves a gentle smile on his face. "Cant believe they didnt bury Tibbet near you too but I guess he did die before you. I saw Lewis today he's grown so much...He looks a lot like Morton but with that same graceful edge you had (y/n). Oh, and his son is named after you Jacob. For his dad is what the kid said I guess you did your job huh? You protected (y/n) till the end. You kept your promise to Morton and extended it to her son...I guess he was yours as well since Morton was gone but you also never tried to be his father. It happened though," Boyce smiled "Anyway I brought some flowers for you (y/n), your favorite like always and for you Jacob I brought a Cubs card...Some kids reminded me of our adventures and I remember you kept one in the netting around your helmet. So I figured I'd bring one for you instead of flower since well...It's weird to bring your best bud flowers or so you said when we went to visit Tibbet. I hope all you guys are having fun together and I'll see you guys one day,"

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Today was the day. Boyce felt it in the air, the world seemed okay like if he was gone the world would still spin Lewis would be fine and so would his son Jacob. They knew his stories they would tell them and they wouldn't be forgotten. Boyce had spent the day with Lewis and Jacob telling them the final stories. He donated the rest of his money to the museum and a few charities he visited the graves one last time it was night now as he made it home. Sleep came quickly to him after that.

Warm sunlight graced his skin waking him slowly. He felt light like he could race the fastest animal in the world. When he opened his eyes he was in a field he saw a village close by. Kids running around and playing adults chatting he even saw some people in uniforms when he looked down he saw his outfit was his old uniform only it looked brand new. He scurried to a near by lake looking in he saw his reflection. He was young again like he was in the war "Hey Boyce!" He turned at the voice letting his eyes focus on the figure walking towards him "Tibbet?" It was a quiet whisper on the wind but Tibbet smiled "Man you recognized me from there?" He walked closer. He wore the uniform but with out the vest it also looked brand new he was smirking chewing his gum looking young as well. "Where are we?" Boyce questioned "Well how could you not know? We're in Cielblanc!" Tibbet chuckled like it was obvious. He held out a hand "let's go the others are waiting," Boyce took it and hoisted himself up. He dusted off his pants and followed Tibbet towards the village. It was different than he remembered more lively and beautiful but then he supposed the last time he'd seen it he was taking out Nazis who had overrun the town. He heard joyful laughter and when Tibbet and him turned the corner he saw them.

Chase stood in his grey tanktop dog tags resting on top his army issue pants and boots he looked like he used to before he died. He was smiling one arm was thrown around Rosenfeld's waist in an awkward side hug. Rosenfeld stood straighter he didnt wear the uniform just the long sleeve blue shirt and pants they'd given him when he was rescued from the church. It like everything else looked new and young again like time hadn't passed. Like no one had died like it was a new life for them. He saw Ford standing there with Dawson all of them looking like the war hadn't happened like they just met in life. He saw Chloe running towards them and following behind her was (y/n). The outfit she wore was a modified nurse's uniform. It was green like their uniforms it was still a dress but under the skirt she wore the same green pants and black army boots. She had ditched the vest and her medic helmet her (h/c) hair had a slight wave towards it like a breeze was permanently stuck in it. When she got close enough she passed Chloe hugging everyone. She paused a tad longer on Chase and when she was done she went back to his side leaning against him with a smile. He could see them holding hands from here when Tibbet decided to speak up "Hey doll thought you were gonna say hi to me!" Everyone turned (y/n)'s face lit up "Tibbet! I didnt know you were there! Who's that with you?" He walked forward "Its me...Boyce," "Well I'll be damned you're here already? Guess (y/n) and Rosenfeld won the bet," Ford smirked "You had a bet on when I'd die?" Everyone looked at eachother and nodded "yeah (y/n) and I said you wouldnt be far behind us," Rosenfeld gave a gentle smile and (y/n) hugged Boyce. "I'm so glad you're here! You can tell us all about what happened after we died!" Tibbet took his place beside Ford so all of them were in a neat little circle.

"Well, I suppose I should begin with this," He looked at Chase who had an arm around (y/n)'s shoulder holding her as close as he could smiling. "Chase," Chase looked at him "yeah?" He paused before smiling "Your photos of the war were the greatest I've ever seen,"

[kz-i-co]

One Reason

Summay: You have met a troubled boy who is clearly no good for you but you couldn't help but fall for him.

Pairing: Kim Hanbin (B.I)/ Reader

Genre: angst/fluff

Words: 4.1k

A/N: Warning: This story is loosely inspired on 13 reasons why, I don't mean the subject of suicide but more based on one of the male characters. This story takes place in a very realistic immature high school, like the show so there is very mature topics that some readers may find offensive. Topics may include bullying, drug use, sexual content, fowl language, violence, etc.

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m.masterlist ╫ ikon masterlist

You felt the irritating sound ringing in your ear, making your ears more sensitive, but you continued dancing on the center of the dance floor with a cute boy you couldn't even remember his name.

It was the last party of the summer before school, which you honestly didn't know why you were at. You were new.

You moved here at the beginning of the summer. Being a new student when it was your last year was tough. You didn't see the point but your parents needed the change. You didn't want it. You wanted your old friends. You considered yourself fairly popular at your last school. Not by choice for the matter, it was just the people you got along with.

Anyway here you were at some foreign party with foreign people. Suhyun was one of your neighbors and you got close immensely, for the two months you've been here.

She's a senior as well but the bad thing was, this is her going away party. She was moving in a few days. Right before the school year starts. At first you felt releaved that you would know at least one person going into this ratchet school but of course, nothing could go your way.

She told you earlier, when you were sober, that she would introduce you to all her friends and help you feel more comfortable but you knew by Monday, they would all forget you anyway.

You felt like you were a decent person but you always had a slow start with people. You would avoid anyone and everyone, unless they showed in interest in you. Other wise, what's the point.

But there was the boy. The boy you were dancing with who showed interest but you had an uneasy feeling about him. One you couldn't read, but there was something about him that pulled you to him.

It all started when Suhyun introduced you to him. Only 2 hours ago.

"So this school is full of assholes but you will adapt." She said giving you your first drink of the night.

"Hey Miyeon, get a room!" Suhyun shouted across the room. "That is Miyeon and Ju-ne. I set them up last year and now look at them." She gloated

The doorbell rung, signaling more people to enter the already crowded party. As soon as the people passed through, something caught her attention outside.

"Hey assholes, are you coming in or what?"

You followed her outside to see the commotion. She was talking to a few guys goofing off.

"Is she speaking to us?" One boy said sarcastically.

"She's speaking to us not you." The other boy spoke causing Suhyun to roll her eyes.

"I'm talking to all of you, even you Hanbin."

"She must be drunk." The boy next to him spoke.

"I had 4 months to get over it." She shrugged. "Now get your ass's in here."

"Oh by the way, that is Bobby, Dk, Yunhyeong, and Hanbin.....my ex."

Oh now the random conversation suddenly made sense.

You looked back and noticed the boy smile at you sweetly.

And that's where it all began. Fast forward to you working up a sweat on the dance floor next to the boy. The boy that you learned was named Hanbin. The ex of your new friend and off limits. She didn't have to tell you but you were loyal when it came to girl code.

Here you were breaking it anyway, but in your defence you weren't in your right mind. The alcohol had taken over and you hoped things wouldn't take off.

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"You will be fine." It was the day before school started and the official last day of Suhyun. Her parents were putting the last of their things in the moving truck. "I told Miyeon to help you find your classes."

You nodded. "And I have something to help you get by." She looked around for her parents and snuck something out of her pocket. She placed it in your hand and once you saw it you cheeks lit up immediately.

"A condom?" You questioned. "Why?"

"To not get pregnant stupid."

"I understand that thanks." You said sarcastically. "But I have self control."

"I don't know, it didn't seem that way a few nights ago." She smirked. You honestly didn't even remember. The last thing was you puking your brains out.

"What do you mean? What happened."

"You were in a three way make out session."

"No."

She nodded while biting her lip. "Don't worry I took you away before something else happened. You were all drunk so I wouldn't be surprised if any of you remember."

Who was it? Was it the boy?

"So you're giving me one condom?"

"Jeez girl."

"I didn't mean it like that." You laughed.

"Just be careful, these boys......can be a little wild."

You nodded and finally gave her a good bye hug.

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You hesitate to step out of your father's car. "Can I just be homeschooled?"

"I know it's scary starting a new school, but at least it's the first day, you don't have to worry about catching up in any classes."

"That wouldn't matter anyway, j get good grades." You smiled.

"I know." He caressed your cheek. "Now go before you're late."

"Okay." You finally got out. You walked up to the office to get your schedule. You saw no sign of Miyeon. Typical.

As you were walking to the class you bumbed into someone dropping your books. Cliche but it actually happened. You looked seeing the boy. The boy from the party. The boy that smiled at you. And the boy that was dancing with you.

"(Y/L/N) (Y/N)" He said picking up your books.

"Kim Hanbin."

"You remember my name." He smiled.

"How could I forget, I had a lovely chat with your ex." You teased. You were really dying on the inside but you didn't want to show him fear. Suhyun told you he's a popular kid and he's trouble so the last thing you wanted was to be on his radar for bullying.

Hanbin rolled his eyes playfully. "I wondered what she had to say."

"She told me to stay away from you."

"Whys that?" He arched his eyebrows.

"She said you smell." A small smile started to form.

"I smell huh?" He smiled. "I hope that doesnt bother you."

What? You knew she was kidding but anyways, why should you care? You were new and he was popular. Why were you on his radar so quickly?

"Why would it bother me?" You said as your voice dimmed.

"I would like to ask you out, but if you turn me down because I stink, I might be heart broken." He held his heart in pain.

You blushed instantly.

Why was he making you feel mushy inside? You barely knew him. You honestly wanted to accept his offer but....girl code.

"Can I think about it?" You scrunched up your face in innocence. You didn't want to make him feel bad. You didn't want to say no but you couldn't say yes either.

"Oh no, my horrible odor has let me down once again." He said dramatically causing you to laugh. "I promise I will smell better tomorrow and I hope that changes your mind."

"Maybe." You smiled.

"There you are (Y/N)." You heard Miyeon call your name. Maybe she was helping you after all.

"I'll see you later." Hanbin walked off, smiling one last time.

"Why was he talking to you?" She asked.

"He wanted to help me find my classes." You lied.

She huffed. "That doesn't sound like him."

"Stay away from him, he's trouble." She continued.

"Okay." It was your first day and you already could sense the drama. You were never one to get dragged in, just watched from the side lines. You wanted to enjoy your last high school year, not be sucked into whatever mystery lies within these walls.

Was this boy worth it?

-

Later on when you got home, Suhyun called you in a facechat call. You already missed her.

"Soooo, how was your first day?" She asked.

You started to blush thinking about Hanbin. You knew it was wrong but you already felt your crush forming.

"I know that look who is he?"

"There is no he." You shrugged.

"Just spit it out."

You felt guilty. "Okay so I kind of got asked out by this boy...."

"On your first day? Which boy?" She was leaning forward more interested.

You bit your lip with a painful expression.

"Oh." Was all she said.

You didn't even have to tell her. "Hanbin wasn't it?"

"Don't even worry, I said no." You lied.

"Why did you do that?" She shrugged.

What? You were beyond confused and your expression gave it away. "Because he's your ex."

"So? We broke up."

"Um...girl code."

"If you want to go out with him, I'm giving you permission." She said like it was nothing.

You just stared off into space confused. "(Y/N) our feelings for each other are long gone......go have fun with him. I don't care."

"Really?"

"Sure." She laughed.

Then you both hung up the call. You had a big smile on your face just thinking of the boy. But that smile quickly faded just thinking about everything. Why did they even break up?

Stay away from him he's trouble. Stay away from him he's trouble.

That's all you ever heard since that party when you first laid eyes on him.

Was there something you weren't seeing?

-

You had your guard up during school the whole next day which was making you flinch at every little thing. You thought about it all night. Maybe you should stay away from him. The signs were clearly there but you just wanted to know all the mystery behind it. Was he that bad?

"(Y/N)." You jumped as you heard a sudden voice. "Hi." He gave you that award winning smile.

"Hi." You tugged your hair behind your ear.

"I smell clean, I promise." Why was he being so sweet to your face if he was so called trouble?

You couldn't help but blush and shake your head. "That was a joke you know."

"What?" He said in a sarcastic shock. "You mean I could of taken you out last night?"

Stop blushing!

"Look, if you don't want to go out I understand." He laughed. "But I want to get to know you anyways."

"Its not that." You simply said. "I wanted to talk to Suhyun first."

"Oh, I get it....researching."

"No." You pushed him. "Girls don't date their friends ex's, it's code." You shrugged.

"Okay." He leaned closer. "So does that mean...."

Your heart was beating a mile a minute. Should you say yes? One date, it couldn't hurt. You can see what he was all about and why people were so pessimistic about him.

"Okay." Your voice was barely audible.

"Was that a yes?" He held his heart again in relief. "She said yes."

"Stop being so loud." You giggled covering your face.

"I'll pick you up around 8." He smiled.

You started to walk away to your class with your face as red as ever.

"You won't regret this (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I promise." He called after you.

Okay people were staring. You even saw a few girls give you a disgusted look. The bad thing was, if he was so popular, there's a chance he could pull you into that crowd and it could turn out good or bad. You just hope you were cautions of what you were getting into.

-

You felt like you can picture his whole life in a simple second. Perfect athlete with a scholarship waiting at the end of his graduation. A perfect family proud of his every achievement. Always had the perfect grades and girlfriend to bring home. Money.

But you couldn't be ever so wrong.

After school Hanbin said goodbye to Bobby as he reached his apartment. "Do you want me to go in there with you?"

He looked out the window. "No, I'll be okay."

"Do you need money? I can help you get a car."

"My mom wouldn't even let me save enough money to get one. She'll find an excuse for something more important to spend it on."

"A car is important." Bobby sighed. "You can just live with me until school is over man."

"Thank you but I can't leave my mom with that asshole." Hanbin finally got out and walked up to his apartment.

He opened his door and saw Jaesun sitting on the couch with an empty beer in his hand. His mom was no where in site.

"Where's my mom?"

"She's out buying my stuff." He said.

Hanbin glared at him before walking past. "Hey B.I hand me a beer."

"You aren't allowed to call me that." He said with attitude.

"What do you want me to call You? Pabo? Just get the beer."

He didn't he walked past to his room and locked the door. He could hear him approach the door with a bang and jiggled the handle seeing it was locked. Jaesun laughed humorsly, then his tone went dark. "You better learn to respect me boy."

"Fuck you." Hanbin grunted to himself.

He didn't even come out once he heard him mom come home. "Hanbin please come out."

He was sensitive when it came to his mom. He opened the door and saw his mom and gave her a hug. "What is this I hear you ignoring Jaesun?"

He pulled away. "Sorry I chose not to be his slave." He said loudly getting Jaesun's attention.

"What the fuck did you say to me?" He got up. "You can't respect me you can get out of my home."

"This isn't your home, me and my mom lived here first, you evaded."

Jaesun walked over angrily.

"Okay stop." Ms. Kim stood in between them. "You need to chill out and you need to chill out."

"Why do you always take his side." Hanbin said disappointed with his face flustered.

His mother looked up at him. "I'm not taking sides." Then she stepped away and made her way to the kitchen.

Jaesun pushed Hanbin into the wall roughly. "You speak that way to me again, your mother isn't going to stop me from teaching you a lesson."

He kept his mouth shut, but gave him a dark glare. Jaesun just laughed it off and went back to his couch. Hanbin grabbed his shoes and his jacket and made his way to the door. "Where are you going I'm making dinner?" His mom stopped him.

"Out." He said harsh.

"You don have to feed that brat hun. More for us."

Hanbin just ignored the low life and continued on his way.

He was on his way to pick you up. He knew where you lived since you were Suhyun's neighbor. The town wasn't that big so walking wasn't a big deal. He looked at your house for a bit, seeing how nice and cozy it was. Something he always wanted.

He walked up to the door and knocked gently. A nice women opened up the door with a confused but genuine smile. "Hello."

"Hi is (Y/N)-"

"I'm coming." You ran down the stairs and out the door.

"(Y/N)?" Your mother stopped you.

"I'm sorry, mom this is Hanbin and Hanbin this is my mom....okay let's go." You grabbed his hand and tried to make a run for it.

"You are going on a date and you didn't tell me? I feel like I should go over some ground rules."

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. "Mom please no."

Hanbin smiled. This was the warm and closness to a family he only dreamed about.

"I want you back by 10, no drinking, no drugs, no sex."

"Oh my God, please stop, I know common sense."

"Okay." She gave a warning look to Hanbin but smiled at the end.

"Thank you Mrs. (Y/L/N)."

"Where's your car?" You asked.

"I don't have a car?" He said with a smile.

"You smell that nice but you don't have a car."

Hanbin rolled his eyes playfully.

You were surprised really. You were sure he had money. He was popular, charming, super attractive. You were sure he had his life made.

"I'm working on getting one." He said hopeful.

"No problem. I like walking."

He smiled at your surprise response. All he wanted was to impress you and he was sure not having a car would be a disappointment. But you were more different then he thought.

You both stopped at a cafe at the end of the block. "What would you like?"

"A hot chocolate and..."

"How about that giant chocolate cookie we can share." Hanbin suggested.

"Okay." You smiled.

"Hey B.I." A guy greeted as soon as you approached the counter. You recognized him from the party a few nights ago. Yunhyeong.

"Hey....can we get...." He ordered.

"You want to find us a spot?" Hanbin asked and you nodded looking around.

Hanbin looked through his wallet and Yunhyeong stopped him. "Its okay man."

"Thank you."

"She took it again?" He asked.

Hanbin nooded. "She needed to buy food."

"Doesn't Jaesun keep a jar of money in his closet?" He asked.

"Its money for his stash....He would literally kill me if I took it." Hanbin shook his head aggravated.

"Tell your mom to kick him out."

"I've tried, she said we wouldn't make it without him, he pays for the bills and shit."

"Then why is she taking your money?" Yunhyeong was aggravated with his friends living situation.

"She's afraid to ask him."

"Hey I found the perfect spot." You clinged onto his shoulder.

Hanbin just smiled sweetly.

"Here you go." Yunhyeong gave you the food. "Thank you....really."

"No problem, Hanbin remember what I said. Okay."

He nodded and went back with you.

"Your friend seems sweet." You said as you sat down.

"Oh no, did I lose you to him?" His playful attitude was back.

"Shut up." You giggled. "You didn't have to pay for me you know."

Hanbin looked down, but acted like nothing was wrong. "What kind of guy would let his date pay?"

"This isn't the 50's anymore, we can pay sometimes to." You leaned against your hand.

"Fine, you can pay for the next date." He smirked.

"Who says I'm going on another date with you." You teased.

"Ow." He held his heart in pain again.

"I'll let you know at the end." You blushed.

"How's it going so far?"

"Pretty good, but it's anyone's game." You bit your lip.

He was still holding his heart as he felt it beating faster. "You really are something else (Y/N)....You make my heart hurt."

"Stop, you're so corny."

"No really feel." He moved over to your side of the booth.

"Get out." You tried to push him.

"Feel." He grabbed your hand and he led it to his heart. He smiled seeing you blush. You felt his heart beating and you felt chills as he was so close to you. You looked up seeing his beautiful smile.

He leaned in slowly. You couldn't move as you felt his breath on yours. You knew he was going to kiss you any second and you felt like a nervous wreck. You have never had your first kiss yet and you knew you were going to be terrible. You slowly backed out and saw the confused look on his face.

"Its a little too early, don't you think?"

"You're right." He laughed. "This is what you do to me (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." He grabbed your hand and grabbed the bag with the cookie.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere more private." He said.

You felt more butterflies explode. "Um."

"Not in that way, I heard your mother."

He took you to the local park. "Let me push you." He said as you sat on the swing.

He pushed you gently a few times and after a few minutes he stopped you looking over you as you looked up. The tension was tight once again and you could tell he was really eager to kiss you.

"Lets go up there." You smiled as you got up quickly but something tugged on your shirt. The swing chain was caught and your shirt already started ripping.

"Oh no, you're trapped." He tried to get your shirt out. "Here I think I see-"

He tugged and quickly stopped as your shirt was tearing in half. He looked at you in shock. "I'm so sorry."

You felt a little upset but it was just a shirt. "Here." He took off his jacket and handed it over to you. You took off your shirt and threw it, leaving you in your bra.

"Look, I'm taking my clothes off for you in our first date." You teased.

It was his turn to blush.

You pulled on his jacket and continued to have your fun. You climbed to the top of the slide and watched him climb up after you. You tried to cross over to net bridge but he caught you quickly, sending you both to the floor. The net was shaky, especially with the both of you but you felt comfortable.

This time he was too quick to place his lips on yours. You stiffen up but you found yourself moving against him naturally. He took control which was all the better. Your lips were tingling. You never imagined your first kiss being like this. His hand followed up his jacket, placing them up and down your hip.

The kiss was getting more intense as the time passed. He pulled away but moved down to your neck. The butterflies in your stomach was unreal. You have never experienced anything like this before and you almost felt like you were going to fall apart. He stopped suddenly and leaned up to look at you.

"I'm sorry."

"For What?"

"Moving so quickly....I didn't even ask you how you felt."

"I'm fine Hanbin." You reassured.

He looked at his phone real quick. "Its 9:30 we better get moving." But before he put his phone away, he kissed your cheek taking a cute photo.

He helped you up and you were quick to go on your way. You shared your giant cookie on the whole way back to your house. He found out more about you and he was sweet as ever. He cared to know about your likes and dislikes that by the time you reach your house, you felt disappointed you didn't get to ask about him.

"Next time." He smiled. "Thank you for letting me take you out (Y/N)."

He leaned in closer. "Thank you for not smelling."

He laughed. "Is that going to be our thing now?"

You nodded. He leaned in more bringing his lips towards yours once again. It was hard to describe, but he really did take your breath away.

-

The next day you felt your whole way light up as you stepped in school wearing his jacket. You wanted to return it, so you made sure to have it on you.

He saw you and came up right behind you quickly. "Hey." He kissed your passionately.

"Here." You were about to take off the jacket but he stopped you. "You keep it." He smiled.

"Yo B.I." His friends were on the other end of the hall, making googly eyes at the both of you.

"I'll let you get to class, you might not want to meet these assholes." He laughed.

"Okay." You had to get to your locker anyway.

As you did you saw his friends grabbing his phone away and Hanbin tried to get it back. "Yo send this to me."

"No come on." He wanted but was being playful. You didn't know what was going on but ignored it anyway and went back to class.

As you say there waiting for class to begin you heard people getting text messages near by and start to stare at you. What was going on?

"(Y/N)?" Miyeon asked you and you grabbed her phone and saw that picture of you and Hanbin tangled in the net with your bra clearly showing out of his jacket.

This was your worst nightmare and it was all because of him.

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A/N: If you watch 13 reasons why, you can tell where I got my inspiration from for this story so all the credit goes to them. But Hanbins character is inspired by Justin of course. I always thought he was such an interesting character and is really misunderstood from seeing his background and It’s really heart breaking :(

I want this story to be a long standing series so....lets see how you all like it :)

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Roommates, Routines and Best Friends

A/N: So to be completely honest with you guys, i have written several versions of this part and am still so conflicted. I hope this comes out great, and i hope u guys love it n fall apart n ALLLL that good stuff. btw doesnt sebby look like a fuckinggggggg dream.........

Summary: (AU) being roommates with the infamous womanizer Bucky Barnes is tough, especially when all he does is bring home different girls every night and complain about you and your choice of men. masterlist.

Words: 2768

Warning(s): language, always!!!

Roommates, Routines and Best Friends : Today A Month Ago

Today marks exactly a month since you met Steve. A month since that stupidly amazing party Bucky dragged you to. You and Steve decided to be cheesy and celebrate today. Bucky protested, saying that it was so annoying when new couples did that. But you and Steve weren’t a couple. Not yet. It’s only been a month! You’re not one to jump into a relationship so quickly, especially after the whole Sam thing. You were still a little scared to put yourself out there. You would always have long talks about that with Bucky. Always. And he’d always know exactly what to say. Always.

You were walking to the kitchen when you see Bucky also walking out of his room. You flash him a quick smile. That smile was enough to make Bucky’s heart jump out of his chest. “Good morning, doll.”

“Good morning, Buck,” you nearly whispered. You were so tired. Your energy was drained from you, your hair was a mess and you had bags under your eyes. You were excited about seeing Steve today but the part of you that wants to climb back into bed hopes that he gets busy all of a sudden. 

“Woah, don’t you look dapper this morning,” Bucky chuckles and pours you a glass of orange juice as he watches you slump into a chair. You don’t say anything, you just put your head down and groan. Bucky sighs softly and walks over to you, sliding the orange juice into your hand. The tip of his fingers brush against the palm of your hand. You feel him start to ruffle your hair, tangling it even more. You groan again, ignoring how good it felt. 

Bucky continues to look at you. He continues to play with your hair. He starts to imagine what it would be like if you two were more than friends. If you two were more than just roommates. If you two shared the same bed. “Hey Buck, can you carry me to my bed. I’m too tired to be awake right now, I don’t even know why I got up,” you mumble. Bucky nods and you feel his arms swoop you up. You wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest as he carries you back to your room. You soon feel yourself being put down on fluffy comforters that smell like Bucky. 

“My bed is more comfortable than yours,” you hear Bucky whisper as he tucked you in. He wasn’t wrong. His sheets were always washed and switched out- because of you know, his special lady guests. You nod and snuggle deeper into the sheets, grabbing a pillow and snuggling up to that as well. You open one eye and watch Bucky walk across his room and close the curtains. You smiled softly at that notion. Before you two began to even stand each other, you had always complained about how dark his room was. ‘And for crying out loud, open your curtains. Don’t be so depressing all the damn time, Bucky.’ you would say. 

“Hey, (y/n). Can I ask you something,” Bucky questioned. Sitting up, you watch the dark haired man look at you shyly. You knit your eyebrows in concern, partly confused as well. He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth and slowly sits at the edge of his bed. To the both of you, it felt like the room was closing in. You weren’t sure what it could be nor were you sure how you would answer the question. 

“Of course, Buck,” you gently say as you rest your hand on his shoulder.

“What did you mean by what you said a while back? About the party? And me going with you... like on a date? What did you mean?”

The redness on your cheeks start to show, your stomach tangling in knots. You should’ve seen this coming. You should’ve known he’d bring it up. You just shouldn’t have said anything. You gulp and look at your hands. “I just- I.. I don’t know Bucky. For some strange reason I just thought for a second that you had asked me out on a date. You know? I mean I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, I’m not confessing any feelings... cause there’s none. I just thought it was a date. You know how weird I get when guys ask me to hang out with them.”

“But it’s us, doll. What’s there to be weird about? You know I wouldn’t be grossed out or anything.. I mean, maybe a little,” he teased, brightening the mood. He sees how tense your shoulders are. He needed to lighten the mood. He just put you on the spot. You weren’t used to that. The remark worked, and you laughed. Relaxing yourself a bit more.

“You’re the worst, James.” He chuckles and playfully nudges you. You nudge him back, which just causes him to just push you a little harder. The two of you were laughing, honestly kind of forgetting how thick the air was a few seconds ago. You let yourself fall back onto his sheets, staring up at the ceiling as you cross your hands on your stomach. Bucky shifts and props himself up on his elbow, looking at you. You tug on your bottom lip, thinking about the party again. You hated that you read signs wrong. You weren’t too dapper about social cues. “So, quick question. Did you take that blonde chick home?”

He stays quiet for a few seconds, staring at you. Watching your smirk disappear once you notice he’s been quiet for far too long. He watches you turn your head to him, eyes meeting his. He shakes his head, “no. Honestly, I just said I got laid. I don’t know why. I lied to you.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch him. His brown hair a beautiful mess on top of his head. His stupid eyes burning holes through you with that dumb twinkle he always has in them. His perfectly sculpted arms that complimented every shirt he wore. “Why,” you whisper, completely confused. You truthfully didn’t know that he was even capable of lying to you. He also thought you’d see right through him when he lied. And honestly, you would’ve if it hadn’t been for Steve. Steve, the charming guy you met at the party. Steve who left his friends to drink a glass of champagne with you. 

“Do you know what happened? When I left to get you a drink?” You shake your head and wait for him to continue. He breaks eye contact and looks at his hands. He starts to fiddle with them. He did that when he was nervous. You would always grab his hands when he did that, just in case he needed comfort. Which he always did. He was a baby, in a way. He loved affection. Probably why he couldn’t sleep more than three nights alone. “As soon as I left your side, I got a text from a friend. Well, from Steve.” Pause. Looks up at you, then quickly back to his hands. “Steve says, ‘tell me she said yes’. Steve was the one who persuaded me to ask a certain girl out.”

“Wait, who?” Your heart was racing. You began to think that he actually did ask you out. And you had totally ditched him for Steve.

“Um, I- I never told you about her. But I worked with her. She’s really badass, you know? Plus she’s really really h-”

“I get the picture.”

Bucky nods, “right. Well she said she was busy. So obviously that’s a no. I wasn’t gonna go. But Mr. Stark insisted that I do.”

He pauses and watches you. You were trying to piece the puzzle together while staring at your feet.  “So.. I was a back up plan?” You tried to hide the obvious sting with a slight nudge and a smirk. Bucky saw right through that.

“No, doll. Don’t say that. I had a good time,” he says. You nod, feeling his fingers tug the hemline of your shirt. “I text Steve back. Told him I was at the party with someone better, cooler. And prettier, way prettier.” You laugh and shake your head, ignoring his attempts to win you back. “And Steve wanted to meet up. He was with a friend also. His friend was meeting up with his girlfriend and Steve wanted to drink a beer with me. He didn’t wanna be alone, you know? But I told him I was here with someone. He said alright, went on his own, I went to get you that drink you wanted. Then that girl-”

“The blonde bimbo that was basically undressing you with her eye-”

“She had a boyfriend, (y/n). He was standing right next to her. They wanted to know what drink I ordered. Said it looked fancy,” Bucky interrupts. You felt dumb. You felt embarrassed. Shocked.

You let out a breathless laugh, staring at the ceiling now. “It’s the cherries and olives. Always pick the right garnishes,” you whisper. 

“Then I saw you with Steve..,” he trails off, causing you to look at him. “You looked good. Standing next to him. Like you two were made for each other. Then you laughed, and I swear, I knew right there... I knew that it wasn’t a date.”

“Bucky, what are you trying to say?”

You’re now sitting up, staring straight into his eyes. Heart pounding out of his chest. The truth was that when you walked out of your room wearing nice jeans and a really complimenting blouse, with your hair falling perfectly down your back and your eyelashes coated with the perfect amount of mascara- he knew that he was glad that he got rejected that night. The way the dim lights brightened your smile, and the way a champagne glass looked in your hand. It was driving him crazy. The fact that he walked into a party like that with you by his side made everything that much better. He didn’t expect Steve to be there. He didn’t care. That was until he saw the look in your eyes when they’d meet Steve’s blue ones. “I’m trying to say that... it was the best unintentional date I have ever had. Even if it was just for a few minutes,” he says, adding a faint smile at the end. He knew you were happy. He knew this would make you feel bad, but he had to just clear the air. You suck in a quick dose of air, blinking away those stupid butterflies and smile lightly, nodding. “Can I ask you another question?”

“Sure, Bucky.” 

“If you thought it was a date, you said yes. Why?”

Now it was your turn to get flustered. You felt your palms start to sweat. You shrugged. “I don’t know, Buck. It’s you. For a second, I saw you as the Bucky who brings home girls at two in the morning,” you nervously laugh. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what Bucky wanted to hear. You didn’t want to say the wrong things.

“Oh, okay. Makes sense.” He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. You don’t either. “You wanted to come home with me?” he asks. You can hear his words drenched in that smirk of his.

“Oh my god, Bucky.”

“Kidding. In the end, you come home to me anyways.”

You felt those dumb butterflies. You changed the subject to the first thing that pops into your head. “By the way, who was the girl that rejected you?”

His cheeks turn red and he laughs, looking down. “Really, doll? We’re gonna talk about this?”

“Well of course. I gotta know who turned down your charm!”

He groans and throws himself back onto his bed, covering his face with his hands. He lets out a huff and slides his hands down his face. “ Way to change the subject,” he sighs, “she’s Starks’ Secretary, or maybe she got promoted? Not sure anymore. Her names Natalia- Natasha, actually. That’s what everyone calls her.”

“Natasha?”

He nods. “Yeah, she has this crazy, re-”

“Red hair.”

Bucky nods again and looks at you. “Yeah! You know her?”

You stare blankly ahead of you and smile, nodding. You chuckle softly, shaking your head now. “Yeah,” you croak, “I mean, kind of?”

Bucky whispers your name, breaking you out of whatever trance you were in. He’s sitting right next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder with a look of sympathy. A look of hurt equaled to yours. “She’s the one?” 

You nod again. “She’s always the one, Buck.”

“You never told me her name. (Y/n), there’s nothing going on betwe-”

“Bucky, it’s completely okay if you like her. I truly don’t mind- that’s, if you like her that’s okay.”

He repeats your name, stopping you from rambling on. “Shut up, doll. I’m not interested.. anymore. Like at all.” You smile and look up at him, scanning his face. Of course Bucky would like her. Of course she’d catch his attention. She catches everyone’s attention. “Hey, Sam’s an asshole. Don’t think about him. You’re going out with Steve. Steve’s the nicest guy you’ll ever meet. I promise. He won’t hurt you, doll. Especially not on my watch.”

“You always know what to say, James. Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he gives you that stupid look again. The one where it looks like his chest is hurting, like his heart is crying. Like he regrets something, misses, longs for something. But you don’t know what. “Go get ready. You got that cheesy date with Steve. Remember? Or did laying in my bed make you wanna stay here forever?”

“Bucky, shut up,” you playfully push him as you get off his bed. You had honestly completely forgot about the date with Steve. It felt like a hundred hours that you were there with Bucky, which it was only two. You threw a pillow that was on the floor at him and he catches it, of course. He had quick reflexes. Too quick. Nothing went past him. And you liked that.

“Tell your boyfriend to text me back. He left me on read,” Bucky shouts as you walk out his door, “bestest best friend ever,” he mumbles. You giggle and take a mental note. ‘Tell Steve to text his boyfriend’.

Bucky got up and shut his door. Like he always is before you go out with Steve, Bucky was sad. He was bummed again. If he had just been upfront and asked you out on a real date, or if he had went up to you and Steve instead of darting out of there as soon as possible. He started to think about the party again. He started thinking about what you had told him before you even knew Steve existed.

“Okay. I’ll set it up right now, doll. Any guy you want, you’ll get.”

“You want me to choose?”

“That’s exactly what I want you to do.”

“And you’ll get them to come talk to me?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Bucky, I don’t wanna play.”

“Oh, come on. Look at that guy. He has a beard. You like beards.”

“Too long. Plus, I don’t even know him. Besides, you have a beard too.”

“How about my ex boss?”

“Tony? He’s married!”

“Him?”

“No.” This went on for a few minutes. You crossing off guys, making faces every time Bucky would point someone out.

“What ab-”

“No, I’m absolutely a hundred and ten percent serious, Bucky. Out of every one in this expensive ass house party, I’d still choose to go home with you.”

“Like you have a choice,” he chuckles, leaning in to you as he tries to speak over all the other conversations. 

“Choice or not, I’d still go home with you, James.” Your words made him weak. They made him weaker than he’s ever been. His legs felt like jello when he saw the look in your eyes. It wasn’t alcohol, he hadn’t got you a drink yet. It was happiness. True happiness. Him making you get this look. He wanted to kiss you right there. He really did. But like he always does, he got scared. He got scared, so instead of kissing you, he asked if you wanted a drink.

A stupid drink. ‘What the hell was wrong with me’ Bucky thought to himself. He knew that if it wasn’t Steve, he would be fighting for you. He would be wrapping his arms around you right now, making you want to stay in bed with him. But it’s Steve. And Steve always gets what he wants.

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this was a tough 1, it gets better I PROMISE. but aside from that, i wanted to know if you guys would be interested in like.... writing a chapter?? like any kind of chapter you guys want. I JUST REALLY WANNA SEE WHAT KIND OF DIRECTION YOU GUYS WANNA TAKE IT IN!!!!

so we kind of got a sense as to what happened with Sammy boy... hmm.. ❗️

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[multifandom-kpop-scenarios]

Hello. May i get seventeen scenario about their s/o who has important position in a company (ceo, etc) who rarely tell them what's wrong bcs she doesnt wanna bother him and one day she's like faint//break down bcs of the stress? Hehe is this too detail? If yes, then pls do whatever you'd love to write ❤ ( the member involved is up to you 😁 ). Thankyou! Have a great day 🙇

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PAR T_T IME

Admin AJ

It’s the first corporate meeting of the new year. You are sitting at a table with other executives and administrators of your corporation.“Here we have a graph of the corporation income through the last decade.”

You sit and watch as the executive uses his pointer to follow the height of each bar.

“As you can see, this graph represents last year and the previous year before that.”

You see that the two graphs have minimal changes between each other but you did notice that last year’s income did have a subtle decline.

“Due to last years low profits, there needs to be a reduction in labor cost.”

You raise your hand, the executive acknowledges you with his pointer, “Yes, Ms. l/n.”

“Mr. Lee when you suggest a reduction, what do you mean by that?”

The executive looks at you with disbelief, “A reduction, as in lay-offs, letting people go.”

He then turns his attention to the other administrators within the room continuing with his presentation. “I suggest we start with those too unfit to carry on in the industry. I mean who can argue with an early retirement.” Some of the other executives laugh, as if some peoples life were something to toy with.

You cut into their laughter, “Those employees that are still working are those that cannot afford an early retirement.”

They made a quick comeback, not even considering the worlds they were about to destroy, “You cannot afford to keep employees if you do not make any profit. We are barely breaking even.” This didn’t sit right with you, at all, and you quickly tried to come up with some kind of compromise that didn’t result in people losing their jobs, “What if we suggest a pay cut. I’m sure we can reason with the employees…”

The man at the head of the table raised his brow at your suggestion, “Are you willing to risk the company as a whole just to keep some ensure everyone has a job?”

The executive prevented you from saying anything more as he continued to speak.“If you continue to think this way, everyone will be jobless. Remember it’s not personal, but ‘Business is Business.’ As for now I believe this meeting is finished.”

————

You watch as the conference room begins to empty as everyone gets up to leave. You were very much aware of the whispers among the other administrators about your supposed carelessness. Before he leaves, Mr. Lee places a folder on the table in front of you, “Here is the list of employees that up for debate about their employment. You can look over them to make a final decision.”

You open the folder seeing that it contained a list of at least 50 employees in it along with their information. Some have been with the company since the beginning, Hwang Kinam; 15 years in the company, While others are gaining a fresh start, like Kwang Jihae; graduate from Seoul University. You continue to look through the list, some have families that needed to be supported, like Kim Minsun; caretaker of two grandchildren. There was not one person over the other that deserved to be let go. Each of them performed to the best of their ability. You couldn’t make a choice not here, not now.The atmosphere was suffocating within the meeting room and you were desperate to leave. You decide to work from home, not wanting to have a chance encounter with any of the individuals on the list. You collect your belongings and head for the elevator, the things in your arms seemed heavier than usual today. ‘A few more step,’ you catch yourself thinking reaching out for the button next to the silver doors.

“Oh thank goodness. You are still here.” A soft, kind voice reaches you. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, and you realized today was not your lucky day.

“Oh! Mrs.Kim.” You say as you turn to greet the older lady, your heart aches as you remember that she is one of the employees up for debate.

“I went to your office and noticed that you were not there.” She lifts her hand up revealing a small box. “Here share this with that boyfriend of yours.” She placed the box in your hand.

You feel guilty accepting the gift but she insists. “Mrs.Kim this is lovely. I can’t accept this. Maybe you should share this with your grandchildren.”

She smiles at you, “Nonsense,  those kids are sweet enough. Please accept this as a thank you for giving this old lady a chance to provide you her services.” She bows and leaves, with purpose fueling her steps.

You feel your throat tighten as you bow deeply, “No, thank you for everything.” You attempt a small smile, “Have a good night Mrs. Kim.” You quickly step into the elevator not giving a chance to have your facade fall.

——

Once at home you began to make phone calls trying to reach out to partnered corporations. You sat at your desk which files and paperwork cover. You were keeping your mind busy, trying to multitask between typing on your laptop and making phone calls.

“Hello Director Park, I was calling about that project we had discussed earlier this month. Is there a possible way to set it in motion?”

You here the front door open and look up to see, your boyfriend of 3 years,taking off his shoes by the front door. He was wearing a comfortable outfit, he must be coming straight from practice. He looks up, eyes immediately looking to were you currently sat. His light brown eyes warm with affection, curl slightly upwards at the end, crinkling sightly as a smile spread across his face. He does a small wave, you smile, despite your current mood, he had this effect on you.

You sat and hoping it was convincing enough to make him not worry about your condition right now. The phone was still pressed to your ear as you received not completely reassuring news,“Okay you’ll consider. Thank you very much.” You hang up your phone, trying not to get discouraged yet.

As you hung up the phone, you felt a soft pressure on the top of your head. You turn to see Joshua, eye level with you as he crouched down to your level. He takes your busy hands away from their task, as he rubs them. “You feel a little cold,” he chuckles as he tries to warm up your hands. He looks toward the kitchen “Have you eaten yet, Y/n?”

It hits you then, you were too preoccupied with work that you forgot to make dinner. “Josh, I’m sorry.” You apologize, you hadn’t meant to forget to make the dinner. You didn’t want to burden Joshua, so you went to get up to make something really quickly.

He kissed your hands as he stood up, he held one hand up like the stop sign, “There’s no need to be. Hang tight.”

You gaze lingers as you watch the busy back of Joshua, currently digging through the cupboards for your dinner.

“Okay tonights menu consist of” Joshua creates his own drum roll as he sets down two package of ramen, one behind the other, as he says “We have Chicken flavor” You can hear the crackling of plastic as he shuffles the packages around. “And beef!”

“What does the chef recommend.” you play along.

Joshua’s eyes light up with amusement, and he puts his hand up to his chin, thinking, “I like beef in general.”

You laugh, “I’ll take the beef.”

“Coming right up! A bowl of beef ramen for the pretty lady.” The once quiet kitchen is now lively as you watch Joshua prepare the ramen.

You get up from where you are sitting and walked towards Joshua. You wrap your arms around his back, attempting to make him feel how grateful you were for having someone like him.

You rub his back affectionately, your version of a message, and say, “You must be tired.”

“Today was just a meeting discussing about our upcoming comeback and some vocal practice today. So it wasn’t too bad.” He chuckled, his shoulders rising and falling, “As soon as I walked through our front door and saw you working, I felt better. Besides it looks like you had a tough day. Anything happen at work?” He questioned as he turned to face you as he gets ready to listen, giving you all his attention as he always does.

“Oh you had a meeting today too. How was that?”

Your hands tighten on the front of his shirt and your breath is shaky. You averted you gaze away from his eyes, worried he would see the truth.

“It was okay.” You answer briefly, not giving any details.

Before any more questions could be asked, your phone rings and you sigh, “I should probably answer that.”

You pull away from his comforting embrace and the kitchen to answer your phone. Its one of your partnered corporations that seemed the most promising to help with your predicament. You don’t say much as you hang up the phone after thanking them for their consideration. You stand for a moment with the phone still pressed to your ear despite its silence, trying to process what was said. ‘Okay’ you think, ‘I can think of something else.’ You try to convince yourself that you can find another way. ‘Just because you couldn’t get any partnered companies to help doesn’t mean that you will still have to lay off some people…’ a tear escapes its confinement from your eyes.’right?’ You were close to breaking and you were struggling to keep yourself together. ‘Come on, _____.’ you stifle a sob, ‘You can do this.’ You say to yourself, hoping that saying these words to yourself would kickstart your brain into thinking of what to do next.

“Oh! You bought a cake?” Joshua questioned from the kitchen, reminding you of the world that was still going on around you. With the mention of the cake from Mrs.Kim, you felt the onset of a completely new break down. One for those you were too incompetent to help. You tried to stay quiet but you couldn’t calm yourself down.

Your attempts to try to keep yourself together failed as you felt yourself slowly become undone. The tears and sniffles were unable to be calmed as you felt a little sob come up. Quiet, was no longer an option as you felt a warm pair of arms wrap you in a comforting way pushin your head gently to their chest. Joshua placed his hand on your head and ran his hand down, trailing your hair. The slow pace he went at and the beats of his heart you could faintly hear both working to calm you down. “Im sorry,” were the only words you could get out at this moment. Joshua in that moment just embraces you, pulling you closer to his body and just holds you staying quiet as you cry.

After you were able to speak again, you tell him what has happened at your work. You also told him that you felt bad about breaking down in front of him.

He smiles as he says, “Trust me. Even if I am busy I am more than willing to listen to your happiness and joy.” He placed his hands on your cheeks, wiping your tears away. His hands pulling you to look at him. “But I also want you to share with me the concerns, stressors, and sadness you feel. The weight of your world is much easier if I am there beside you carrying some of the weight too, just as you do for me.”

[missjugheadjones]

Accidents Cause Accidents Pt 2

Word Count: 3234

A/N: so I am making this into a series, even though I have two other series going on but whatever lmao. I hope you enjoy the second part to Accidents cause Accidents, I made this part somewhat low-key but next one is going to be crazy. If you think I should make this a separate book let me know, and also just give me all around feedback! Much love! ️

MasterList

  Y/Ns eyes fluttered open, her head pounding and making it hard to even think. She looked around and saw the beanie boy sitting in the chair next to her hospital bed. He seemed to be asleep, but he had a laptop open in his lap. Slowly, she tried to sit up, her head feeling light and the room spinning, but she was determined.

    "Ugh." she groaned, waking the beanie boy from his sleep.

    "Y/N, what are you doing? Lay back down!" he said, quickly placing his laptop on the chair next to him and rushing over to her side.

    "No, I want to sit up. Laying here makes me feel vulnerable." she complained.

    "That doesn't matter, you aren't. But you're going to hurt yourself even more if you sit up." he said sternly, trying to direct her back down into a laying down position.

    "Listen here Beanie, just because we are apparently together doesn't mean I need you to tell me what I need to do. I am my own independent person and I can take care of myself." she shot in pure frustration and vulnerability. He slowly backed up, a look of hurt crossing his face.

    "Sorry..." he mumbled, staring down at the ground. Y/N softened up as she watched him sit back down and start to type on his laptop, and she felt her chest hurt.

    "You don't need to be sorry, I was a bitch. I don't mean to be, okay? I'm just terrified because I don't know whats going on or who I am or where I am... I'm scared." she said, watching the beanie boy. He continued to type on his laptop and he swallowed hard, his face still conveyed hurt.

    "I shouldn't of snapped at you! You're the only person who has been here constantly and I appreciate it. As of the moment, you're the only one who makes me feel anything, and that scares me a little bit too. It feels good though, my heart stops beating for a second when you say my name, and when you're near it speeds up. I don't know what I'm feeling, you tell me its love but I don't even remember what that is or what its supposed to feel like... all I know is that when I look at you, it feels like I know you, and I know who I am and where I am. I feel... safe." she whispered the last part and started messing with her hands, scared to look at the raven haired boy sitting in a seat across the room. Just then she felt hands on her face and lips on hers, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling which was gone way too soon.

    "I love you." he said and she smiled up at him.

    "I... I love you too Beanie Boy." he chuckled and rolled his eyes.

    "I have a name you know, baby girl." he teased and she giggled.

    "I know, Jughead Jones the Third, I have one too. Y/N...." she trailed off, trying to remember her last name. she furrowed her eyes in concentration.

    "Y/L/N. My beautiful girlfriends beautiful name is Y/N  Y/L/N." he reminded her, and she nodded her head.

    "Y/N  Y/L/N." she whispered to herself.

    "You should of had that memorized before you had mine down." he teased, and she shrugged.

    "Your name was more important to me to learn than my own I guess." she said and he smiled.

    "Miss Y/L/N, how are you feeling?" Dr. Smith asked, walking into the room. Y/N tensed up, and Jughead noticed, giving her a worried look.

    "I'm tired, and I want to get out of this stupid bed." she grumbled.

    "I understand. Do you think you're well enough to talk to Sheriff Keller?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her hands.

    "I guess." she mumbled.

    "Maybe we should let her rest for a little while longer, she's been having a tough time, or at least let her go for a walk." Jughead suggested, and Y/N looked gratefully up at him.

    "I don't think that's much of a good idea. Its a miracle she is only suffering from amnesia, a concussion and a few broken ribs from her fall, I would hate to see her fall and hurt herself even more." Dr. Smith said. "I think it would be better if she stayed here and talked to the sheriff, see if she can remember anything. I don't know if you remember, but you woke up last night yelling about that day. We had nurses come in to help you and you started to explain things that happened when you fell off the balcony-"

    "I didn't fall, asshat. I was thrown off." she growled and Dr. Smith jotted something down.

    "Right, thrown."

    "What the hell is that supposed to mean? She was thrown, we have witnesses that said it themselves too."

    "Son, I'm going to have to ask you to leave, you seem to be upsetting my patient and she's already having a tough time as it is." Dr. Smith said, looking up from his clipboard.

    "He isn't the one upsetting me!" Y/N cried, holding onto Jugheads arm.

    "I refuse to leave, she needs me." Jughead said.  Dr. Smith placed the clipboard on Y/Ns end table and walked towards the beanie clad boy.

    "I really don't want to have to call security on you. I understand that you want to be here for her, but right now she has things that she needs to do. You can come backtomorrow at opening visiting hour." he calmly said, and Jugheads face fell.

    "Why tomorrow, its only 10 in the morning now!" he said, and Y/N held onto him tighter.

    "She has a long day ahead of her and you are making her quite rebellious. She doesnt need that right now, she has just lost her memory and doesnt realize how much danger she is in. The last thing i need is one of our star witnesses disappearing, or even worse trying to and getting killed in the process. Now i am not going to ask you again, leave or else i'll have to call an escort to remove you from the area." Dr. Smith shot, and Jughead reluctantly nodded his head. He turned to face Y/N and leaned down, kissing her. Y/N felt tears stinging at her eyes and fear settling in her stomach and she watched as anger and sadness washed over Jugheads face.

     "Don't go!" Y/N called as Jughead backed up, turning towards the door.

    "Have a good day, Mr. Jones." Dr. Smith said as he passed.    

    "You too.'' Jughead gritted through his teeth

---

Knock

Knock

Knock      

    Jughead opened his eyes slowly, staring off into the darkness. He could of sworn he heard something downstairs, but it stopped so he wasn't really worried.

Knock

Knock

Knock

    Okay, he couldn't of imagined that, there was definitely someone at the door downstairs, but who the hell could it be. He slowly got up off his mattress on the ground and stood, stretching. He quietly opened the door, and crept downstairs, looking out of the peephole.    

    "Oh my god!" he yelled, quickly unlocking the door and swinging it open.      

          "Hey there Beanie Boy." Y/N smiled, and Jughead pulled her into the house.       

        "What the hell are you doing here!" Jughead exclaimed, and Y/Ns face fell.         

     "I hated that place, so I came here." she said bluntly. Jughead placed a hand over her forehead and pulled it back quickly.

    "You're hot!" he said, running his hand through his hair, trying to think of something that would help.

    "You're not so bad yourself." Y/N said cheekily, and Jughead rolled his eyes and shook his head.

    "No I mean you're burning up! How'd you even know I was here?" he asked, rushing off towards the medicine cabinet to grab some ibuprofen.    

    "Its just a little fever Beanie, I'll be fine. And I'm not quite sure how I found you, I just kind of walked and ended up at this door." she said shrugging, following him. He rummaged around the medicine cabinet, looking at bottle after bottle.    

    "And you decided to knock?" he asked worriedly. "You could have ended up at the wrong persons house and then you would have gotten hurt. What if there is still people out there after you? You aren't exactly liked by the serpents at the moment, and night time is when they go out and cause problems. What if they had found you? You would have been killed on the spot!"    

    "Okay! Okay! I get it! I'm sorry, I just figured that you'd be willing to help me. I hated it in there, I'm a sitting duck!' she yelled, and Fred and Archie ran into the kitchen.    

    "Y/N? What... why are you here?" Fred asked, walking up to the girl, but she slowly backed away.    

    "Don't worry, that's my dad." Archie said, pushing past his dad and slowly walking up to Y/N. "Can I... can I give you a hug?" Archie asked quietly, and Y/N slowly nodded her head.    

    "Well, you don't make me feel scared so sure." she said, and Archie wrapped his arms around her.    

    "I was so worried about you!" he said, and Y/N wrapped her arms around him as well.    

    "I'm sorry." she whispered and Archie pulled back.    

    "Don't be sorry, its not your fault. You did a good thing and the town is really appreciating of your sacrifice. I'm the one who should be sorry, I should have taken you straight to Sheriff Keller, if I did then maybe this wouldn't of happened." he said, hanging his head.    

    "I don't quite remember what happened or what I did, but I can assure you one thing, you are totally fine. You did nothing wrong, I'm sure you had important stuff to do." she said, grabbing Archies shoulder. He smiled up at her and nodded.    

    "Well if you ever need anything again, just tell me, okay?" Y/N nodded her head. "Do you remember anything about me?" he asked.    

     "No, not exactly. I don't remember much about anything, I'm not even sure how I knew to come here." she said.    

    "You come here all the time, you have ever since you were little." Fred said, and Y/N nodded her head. "Archie, Betty, Jughead and you were constantly here, playing outside, causing havoc throughout the house." Fred laughed to himself. "You four were quite the group, still are."    

    "Oh. And you are Archie?" she asked, looking towards the red headed boy.    

    "Yup, thats me. Archie Andrews." he said, a tinge of sadness in his voice, and Y/N caught on.    

    "Whats wrong?" she asked, leaning against the counter.    

    "You still know me so well." he teased. Jughead handed Y/N a few pills and a glass of water, and she took the medicine.    

    "Stop avoiding the questions Archie, just tell us whats wrong." he said, wrapping his arm around Y/Ns waist. She quickly tensed up and pulled away slightly, but relaxed after she realized it was Jughead.    

    "Its just weird, having to reintroduce myself to one of my oldest friends. Its kind of sad." he admitted, and Jughead slowly nodded his head.    

    "I know, its weird having to reintroduce myself to my girlfriend." he said, and Y/N felt tears sting at her eyes.    

    "I'm sorry." she whimpered, not handling her two friends looking so sad very well.    

    "Woah, its alright!" Archie said, pulling Y/N into another hug. "This isn't your fault, im sure you will remember soon enough." he said, trying to comfort the sad and confused girl. Archie released the girl and yawned. "I'm going to head back to bed. Goodnight guys." Archie waved and turned for his bedroom, exiting the room.

    "You are welcome to stay here if you would like." Fred said, giving a small smile. "I'm going to head to bed too, now i already woke up once to a girl in my house, i dont want to wake up again to any strange wrestling, do you understand me?" Fred teased and Jughead rolled his eyes, giving a small smirk.

    "What do you mean strange wrestling?" Y/N asked.

    "Wow, your amnesia made you innocent did it?" Fred joked and Y/N rolled her eyes.

    "No I'm just confused, thats all." she argued.

    "No ruining your girlfriends innocence, is that understood? I want this to last as long as possible." Fred said, giving a small laugh.

    "Yeah whatever." Jughead huffed, and Fred turned to go to bed. Y/N crossed her arms across her chest and rolled her eyes. "What?" He asked.

    "No one ever tells me anything." she mumbled and Jughead laughed.

    "How would you know?" he joked. "You forgot pretty much everything." Y/Ns jaw dropped and she glared at him.

    "Oh my god." she said, turning for the door.

    "Wait, I'm sorry, that was a bit insensitive, I didn't mean to offend you." he said, catching the girl in his arms and snuggling his head in the crook of her neck. She tensed up quickly but relaxed again. "You okay?" He asked, his hot breath tickling Y/Ns neck and making her stomach feel warm. She turned and Jughead stood straight, looking worryingly down at his girlfriend. She returned his stare and leaned up, pressing her lips to his.

    "I'm just adjusting to having someone around and touching me." she said, pulling away slightly and looking into his blue eyes.

    "Do you want me to stop being so handsy?" he asked quietly.

    "Not a chance." she smirked, placing her hand at the back of his neck, pulling him back down. Their lips melded together, seeming to be perfect puzzle pieces. Jughead lifted Y/N up onto the counter and deepened the kiss. Y/Ns hands went from his neck to his chest, slowly inching their way down his abdomen and pulling him impossibly close. Jughead breathlessly and reluctantly pulled back, earning a whimper from her.

    "If I keep this going, we're going to start that strange wrestling Fred was talking about, and we'll both be in trouble." he said, chuckling. Y/N looked down at him confused, and he laughed. "Don't worry about it." he said. Y/N jumped off the counter but right as her feet hit the ground she stumbled, suddenly feeling very dizzy. Jughead caught her quickly and pulled her into his chest.

    "I'm sorry." she whispered and Jughead shook his head.

    "Don't be, let's go lay down, maybe you'll be better in the morning." he said. Y/N stood up, trying her best to stand straight and walk but her head was pounding and she stumbled again. Jughead caught her and picked her up bridal style, making his way to the living room.

    "I'm sorry." she mumbled and Jughead chuckled.

    "You've got to stop saying that, you have no faults to be sorry for." he said, placing her on the couch.

    "Yes I do, you shouldn't have to take care of me. I should be able to walk and do shit on my own but instead I'm here dizzy and confused." she rambled.

    "I don't mind taking care of you baby girl, I'd much rather it was me looking after you than that asshole doctor." he said, earning a giggle from Y/N.

    "You mean Doctor ShitHead Smith?" she said and Jughead laughed.

    "Yeah, him."

    "That's what I've been calling him in my head anytime he comes around." she explained, and he sat down beside her.

    "Did he come in often?" Jughead asked.

    "Well yeah, he was my doctor." she said, earning a chuckle from Jughead.

    "I'm trying to be serious. What did he do when he came in?" He asked, and she shrugged.

    "Just constantly asked how much I remembered. He got really mad one time because I answered with 'Well most of what I remember is a jackass doctor asking me the same question every three seconds.'"

    "Wow, I love you so damn much." Jughead said, laughing.

    "Well I love you too. I don't know what I'd do without you, Beanie. You've helped me so much during this, thank you." she said, and pulled her into him.

    "You shouldn't be thanking me,  I can't help but feel like this is my fault." he mumbled, intertwining his fingers with hers.

    "What do you mean?" she asked. Jugheads gaze went to their hands, and he felt his words catch in his throat.

    "I couldn't protect you. I pushed you into a closet at the first sign of danger and I stood in front of you, ready to make sure nothing was to happen to you. I wasn't scared, I was ready to do whatever it took to make sure no one would hurt you, but I failed. He threw me aside like it was nothing, knocking me out cold for a good 5 minutes and he threw you over the edge. If only I could have..." Jugheads voice cracked and he choked back the tears that were threatening to spill. Y/Ns heart broke at the sight of him like this, and she lifted his jaw so he'd look at her.

    "You tried to protect me Juggie, which is more than anyone else can say. Thank you for that." she whispered, smiling sweetly and hoping for a smile in return. But instead he shook his head.

    "Exactly, I tried and I failed. I failed at convincing my mom and sister to stay, I failed at getting my dad on track... they-I just fail at helping those I love the most." he said, his head falling back onto the couch.

    "That's not true. Look I don't remember what's going on with your dad, or why your sister and mother are gone, but there's one thing I do know;

you have not failed me Jughead. You were knocked unconscious, there was nothing you could do. It's not your fault that you got thrown, you tried to protect me and for that I am forever grateful. And not only that, but you stayed at the hospital watching over me to make sure nothing else happened. You have been so kind and patient and you've helped me so much... you are the farthest thing from a failure in my eyes." This time when she smiled, Jughead smiled back. She pecked him on the cheek and leaned down, resting her head on his chest.

    "Thank you." he whispered, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms tightly around her.

    "And thank you. I love you." Y/N murmured, sleep slowly washing over her body.

    "And I love you." Jughead felt as sleep took the beautiful (Y/H/C) haired girl laying on him and he cherished this moment. He knew for sure that in the morning the police and hospital were going to be pissed that she was here, but he didn't want to worry about that. All he wanted to do was spend some quality time with the one person in his life who had never betrayed him, promising to himself that this time if danger would show its ugly face again, which it most undoubtedly would, he'd do whatever it took to protect her.

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[an-outsiders-sunset]

West Side Doll

part five/final part

Dallas Winston x soc reader

*two weeks after events of last part*

Randy’s p.o.v

Walking around the greaser neighborhood, I was just trying to pass time. I don’t see a need to fight when there isn’t a reason. Speaking of a fight there’s the Curtis gang. I don’t think they see me yet. ‘Glory, I can’t believe that broad actually thinks Dally cares for her.’ Two bit said laughing. I pity that broad man. Not another one of Dallas Winston’s toys. 'Maybe we shouldn’t be messing with her I mean, Randy’s going to kill Dall. And Y/n isn’t a bad girl.’ Johnny said angrily at Two bit. Dallas is playing my sister. Those guys are gonna get it. 'Hey!’ I yelled walking up to them. 'Fuck, Randy what are you doing on our turf?’ Ponyboy asked. 'Whose idea was it?! Whose. Idea. Was. It.’ I yelled looking at them. 'Oh boy, I’m scared. Randy please don’t hurt me.’ Steve said laughing as he feigned fear. Without thinking I lunged towards Steve. Holding him by the collar I pushed him into the fence. 'You fucking idiot. I want to know the entire thing before I pound your face into your skull!’ I yelled into his face angrily. 'Ok ok, we wanted to get back at you for being well…you. We had ol'Dall ask your sister out knowing it would really get to ya. And it did. But of course Dally had to get soft and tried to back out but then I offered him money and he agreed to go through with it again. I suppose he is going to let her go some time soon.’ That bastard winked at me. 'I’m not gonna fight you. Im gonna go tell Y/n.’ I said walking away. 'Wait, Randy.’ That Johnny kid called after me. 'What?’ 'Don’t, don’t do that. Dally, he really likes your sister. Now imma tell you something and you bes not tell Dally I told you cause he would skin me, but he came to me one night man, he was almost in tears, he was worrying about what Y/n would think of him if the truth came out.’ He admitted struggling to look me in the eye. 'Your not a bad kid, I heard what you said about my sister. But Dallas deserves this. So do you guys. Consider your gang member count to be brought down by one.’ I said walking away to go find my sister. That Johnny kid, he was the one Bob jumped. I felt bad for him. He wasn’t a bad kid.

Running to the first place I think of, the park, I see two silhouettes near the swings. Hearing footsteps behind me i swiftly turn around to see the entire gang behind me running to stop me. I start running faster to the two near the swings. 'Y/n get away from that bastard!’ I yell coming to a stop in front of my sister. 'Randy, what the fuck are you doing?’ 'Don’t do it. Randy he was forced into it. It’s not his fault.’ Darry strongly said from behind me. I looked over to Dallas and he was looking at me with a pleading looking. That bastard should of thought about that before. 'She deserves to know the truth.’ I state firmly. 'What’s going on?’ Y/n asks leaning closer to Dallas. 'Come one baby. You don’t need to be here.’ Dallas replied trying to get her away. That ignited something in me. I darted towards Dallas grabbing him and pulling him to the ground. Hitting him square in the jaw multiple times as he struggled to get me off of him. My sisters screams were faint as someone lifted me off of Dallas. 'HES A LIAR!’ I yell. 'HE LIED TO YOU. HE DOESNT LOVE YOU. THIS WAS ALL JUST TO GET BACK AT ME. HE WAS PAID TO KEEP DATING YOU, YOU MEANT NOTHING TO HIM.’ I YELLED towards Dallas. 'Dallas?’ My sister questioned from the side. 'Look baby, that how it started but then I met you and you were amazing and I fell for you baby. Please you gotta believe me.’ He said going towards her, putting his hand on her cheek. 'You lied to me? YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME?’ She choked out. 'God no baby you gotta understand please. It started out like that but it changed. I changed please, I’m sorry.’ He was in tears by now. That bastard. 'Don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me. DONT EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN. I FUCKING HATE YOU.’ She yelled running away. 'NO BABY PLEASE!’ Dallas sobbed trying to run after her but being held back by Steve and Darry. 'Let her go man.’ Steve said holding him back. 'I fucking hate all of you! You made me hurt her!’ He yelled pushing Steve and Darry away. 'Rumble. Tonight.’ I say looking directly at Steve. 'No weapons.’ With that I run in the direction my sister went.

Y/n’s p.o.v I trusted him. I loved him. He didn’t even care. I was all a bet to him. Coming across a tree I decide to walk over to it and climb it. Sitting on top one of the branches I finally let the tears fall. How could I be so stupid? I believed a no good greaser. God I’m suck an idiot. I let out a frustrated scream as i hear the twigs snapping on the floor. 'Y/n.’ Randy. 'I’m sorry. But you deserve to know the truth.’ Hoping down from the branch, I run to my brother hugging him and sobbing into his chest. 'It hurts so much.’ I admit as he just holds me. Comforting me. 'He’s a greaser, you’re a soc. It would never work. Plus he is Dallas Winston, self centered, cold, heartless.’ My brother said making a face at the end. But Dally wasn’t heartless, he wasn’t cold, he wasn’t self centered. He was guarded, scared of showing his vulnerability. He hated being emotional so his best way to deal with it was to get rid of it. I mean, that’s what I thought before all this shit happened. I thought he actually cared about me. Dare I say loved me. 'There is a rumble tonight. You wanna come?’ Randy asked. 'No, Dallas will be there. I don’t wanna see him.’ I stated clearly. 'Come on sis let’s go home.’ Randy said before picking me up, bridal style, and carrying me home as I fell asleep.

Dallas’ p.o.v God damnit! What the fuck is wrong with me man. Go ahead, say it! I’m going soft for some soc! But I don’t care. She’s my girl and I hurt her. I hurt my Doll. I’m dumb fucking shit man. 'I’m sorry Dall, I didn’t think you would like this broad man. She’s not your type.’ Steve said trying to make me feel better. It just angered me even more. 'Not my fucking type! Steve she was no ones type because no one fucking deserved her. But yet some how she chose me and my dumbass had to listen to you man. I had to go along with that stupid fucking plan. My self centered, dumbass, shitty self had to fuck this all up. Cause that’s what I do best. I ruin everything I fucking touch.’ I yelled at him. Making me choke up even more. 'God I’m done with this shit man! I’ll see you guys at the rumble.’ I said frustrated walking out of the house. I’m fucking done. I fall for someone and I get hurt. That’s what you fucking get for being soft, man. How could I be so fucking stupid she trusted me. She was mine and I let her go. You get tough and you don’t get hurt. I loved by that man, then that broad had to come in and fuck shit up. Steve had to fuck it up. My lowlife, dumbass self had to mess it up cause that’s all I fucking do. How am I supposed to live without her? She came into my life like a whirlwind man. I wasn’t expecting her but now I don’t want her to leave, ya know. What is that west side doll doin to me man? 'Hey mister, you gotta dollar? A dime? You gotta dime?’ Some annoying little kid asked me. Trying to hide my face with my sunglasses I turned away. 'No I don’t got any money!’ I yelled at the dumbass. 'A dime? A nickel?’ She kept asking. 'I don’t got no money get outta here man!’ I yelled shooing her off. As she walked off my mind starts drifting back to Y/n. I’m just gonna have to forget about her after the rumble tonight.

*Time skip* I walk into the Curtis place as all of them are getting ready for tonight’s rumble. 'Hey Dall, glad you could make it.’ Johnny said from the side. 'Dall you fighting?’ Darry asked walking over to me. 'It ain’t a rumble without me man.’ I laughed. Walking to the field I couldn’t help but feel nervous thinking Y/n would be there with Randy. I doubt it man, she hates me. 'You alright Dall?’ Johnny asks from the side. 'Ya, man just thinkin.’ I stated. 'Oh that’s dangerous. You thinking bout that soc?’ He asked seriously towards the end. 'You know what man? Yes I am cause I was finally feeling something for someone I finally felt the slightest bit of trust within someone and she doesn’t trust me at all. She hates my guts. Do you k ow how much it fucking hurts man, to have the girl you like, you love to hate every fiber of your being?’ I blew up at the kid. 'Wow Dall you really liked her huh? Don’t worry man if it was meant to be you guys would find a way back.’ He stated before walking away. As he walked away the socs showed up. Randy got out of the car with his posy following behind him. No sign of Y/n. I don’t know why know as expecting her to come. She hates me. 'I want Dallas.’ I heard Randy say. 'Ok you got me.’ I stated toughly looking at him and taking a drag from the cancer stick. 'You don’t know half the shit you caused for my sister. She hasn’t gotten out of her room since todays encounter. Hasn’t eaten since. She’s in fucking pain, all because of you no good hood. I want you to fucking pay. You’re dead tonight.’ Randy spat at me. 'Bite me.’ I stated throwing my cig at him. That’s how the fight starts. The fight was a blur but now we got them all running. 'Ya you better fucking run!’ I yelled in their direction. Steve hollered and yelled cheering. Everyone is happy, usually I am too but not tonight man. I miss my little light weight. I walk off towards the side walk. I check my pockets for anything that I might have lost during the rumble. Nothing really, still had my heater. It was a bluff though and my bullets fell out of my pocket. I see a convenient store ahead. Perfect.

Y/n’s p.o.v 12 hours. 12 hours since I found out. 12 hours since I locked myself into my room. 13 hours since my last meal. I hate him, I hate how he used to call me a broad, I hate how he used to smoke, I hate how he lied, I hate how I trusted him, I hate how I thought he was different, I hate how I don’t hate him at all. Not even in the slightest. I am unconditionally, irrevocably in love with him, and I hate that. I need to see him agian. Just one more time. I should call Cherri. 'I can’t believe him!’ Cherri yelled. 'You don’t still have feelings for him, do you?’ She asked looking at me. 'Oh my god. You do.’ I guess my silence answered it. 'I want to see him again.’ I stated. 'I don’t think that is the best idea.’ Cherri said shaking her head. 'God please, Cherri I’ve never wanted to do anything more in my life! Please you gotta understand I have to see him, I love him!’ I yelled out in a rush. 'Go.’ 'What?’ 'Go I’ll stay here and pretend to be you if your brother comes by. Go.’ She smiled pushing me towards the window. 'Thank you Cherri.’ I said smiling brightly at her. Climbing at the window, I waved to her receiving a thumbs up.

Walking around the greaser neighborhood trying to spot Dally wasn’t really working and plus, I’m starving. Oooo a convenient store. There has to be food in there.

'I’m calling the cops!’ I hear some one yell. Turning around I see the man, the myth, the legend, Dallas Winston running out of the store, found him. Gun shots go off pulling me back to reality. I look over to Dallas to make sure he is still running, which thank god he is. He’s going towards the lot. I run to the lot going a different route trying not to run into Dallas. Finally I reach the lot and Dallas in no where to be found. Good, I got here first. I go over to the monkey bars and climb onto the top of them, waiting for Dallas to get here. I hear loud footsteps of some one running, Dallas. He turned into the lot, stoping to take breath. I jump down, walking over to him. Nervousness started forming in the pit of my stomach. What if he doesn’t want to see me, what if he never really liked me? What if all his apologies were just fake? I- 'Y/n?’ Dally breathed out as of questioning if I was real. 'Dallas.’ I responded. 'Listen man, you shouldn’t be here.’ He said trying to act tough. Failing to hide the guilt lacing into his facade towards the end. 'Stop it will ya? I came here to talk to you.’ I said tried of his act. 'I’m sorry.’ He said. Evident that he was apologizing for more then what happened just now. 'Why?’ I breathed out. 'I was stupid, a jerk, I wanted to get back at your brother and the socs.’ He said looking down ashamed. 'Did you mean it?’ I asked. 'What?’ 'Did you mean that you love me?’ I asked looking at him with hope. 'I don’t say things I don’t mean.’ He stated. 'Listen doll, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You showed me what it was like to not hate everything around you to not hate the world for doing something to you. Life gives you the worst things for free. I am completely in lo-’ he was cut off by the roaring of an engine and tires screeching. I look over to where the sound is coming from. A blue mustang makes its way into the lot, onto the grass. Bobs driving and he’s drunk. He stops the car getting out with Randy following him. 'Hello Dallas.’ Bob said. 'Bob.’ Dallas sneered walking in front of me. 'So I heard you hurt one of our friends.’ Looking at him with a look saying he was taunting him. 'I don’t like when people hurt my friends.’ Bob states. Dally stays silent clenching his jaw tight. 'Say something!’ He yells. Pulling out a gun cocking it and pointing it towards Dally. Bobs always carries a fully loaded gun with him. 'You don’t need to do this.’ Dally stated strongly.

Dallas’ p.o.v 'Bob please.’ Y/n said softly from behind me. 'Say one more word and I’ll blow your brains out. Ya know baby, it was supposed to be us. I don’t want Cherri I want you. Can’t you just picture it us together in our big house, our eight beautiful children and us, in the bedroom, working on number nine. Me ramming my-’ I cut him off by pulling out my unloaded heater trying to get him to back off. He instinctively pulls the trigger. I prepare for the blow but a body is thrown in front of me. Y/n. 'No. NO! YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!’ I yell at them bending down to Y/n. I grab her small body in mine, her shaking frame clings to mine, her blood staining my clothes. 'Hold me darling just a little while.’ She stuttered quietly. I pulled her closer. 'God, no baby. Don’t be sorry you are going to be ok. I love you ok. It’s my fault.’ I said letting the tears fall freely down my face not caring any more. 'I love yo-’ She started but unable to finish. She fell limp in my arms, eyes slowly closing. 'God no baby please, baby please stay awake. Stay with me.’ I said rocking slightly to get her to open her eyes. 'CALL 911, CALL SOMEONE!’ I yelled at the two of them. Randy was on the floor sobbing yelling at Bob. Bob was just standing there in shock. 'Ok, I uh I’m calling right um now.’ Bob said in shock. Riding in the back of the ambulance with her all I can think about is what I’m going to do if I lose her. She’s my angel, not theirs. Please, save my baby. 'I’m sorry kid.’ Some guy next to me says. 'It’s not your fault man.’ I said emotionless. 'What was she?’ He asked referring to her social rank. Was. Was. Past tense. 'She is a soc. Im a grease.’ I stated clearly. 'You guys dated?’ He asked Dated. Dated. Past tense. Again. 'Ya.’ 'I guess it was like a real Romeo and Juliet story huh. Greaser and soc fall in love going against everything. Wow. How’d she get hurt.’ He asked awkwardly towards the end. 'I was gonna get shot and my baby jumped in front of me taking the shot. I held her till she went unconscious.’ My voice cracked and gave out towards the end. 'She must’ve really loved you.’ He stated clearly surprised. Past tense again. 'Ya.’ My voice faded out. This guy man. Four hours. Four fucking hours. Four hours since we brought her here, four hours since I last told her I love you, four hours since I’ve seen my angel. Six hours since I’ve eatin. The gang is all here now and we are just waiting for news. Any news. Everything here is so repetitive man. Same boring walls, same boring people, same boring tv programs. The one who’s taking it the hardest besides Randy bob and I is Steve. He hasn’t talked to anyone, hasn’t moved from his seat, a few tears leaked out eye couple times but quickly wiping it away. It wasn’t his fault he shouldn’t be so hard on himself. 'Steve.’ I rasped out. He looked up at me. His lip quivering and jaw clenching. 'I’m sorry man.’ His voice cracked. I walked up to him pulling him into a hug. Crying on his shoulder as he cried on mine. 'It’s my fault Dall, I’m sorry man.’ He choked out. 'No it’s not. You’re not the one who pulled the trigger man. No stop with this mushy shit.’ I said pulling away from him and wiping my eyes. Looking around everyone had a surprised look on their faces. 'Eh get over it.’ I said sitting back down. 'Where is she!’ A female voice yelled from the entrance. Turning around I see a Cherri Valence walking up to us with tears streaming down her face. 'You will never speak to me again.’ She stated looking at Bob. Looks like when Pony called her he told her the whole story. She sat down next to me, looking at me with an apologetic look I just turned my head to stop myself from crying again. 'Y/n Adderson?’ The doctor came out saying. We all stand up, making the doctor confused. 'We are all here for her. But Randy’s her brother. He is the only one here related to her. Her parents aren’t in the country.’ Darry stated clearly. 'Well then. She survived. She isn’t waking up yet but she will soon. I don’t know what God you guys prayed to but it’s a miracle she’s made it. She was pronounced dead for several minutes on that table but she came back. I don’t know how, but she did.’ The doctor stated amazed and walked away after saying we could go in but one visitor at a time. She was pronounced dead. Dead. Past tense. I look over at Randy, who was standing there looking at me. 'Go.’ He rasped out. 'She wants to see you when she first wakes up.’ 'Ok.’ I croak out. Walking into her room seemed like a dream. I’m really walking, I’m floating. Turning the handle I brace myself for what I might see. I finally see her. My angel, my doll, my baby she was lying there in all white. She looks like an angel. The soft beeping in the background was the only sound you could hear. 'Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you so much and I understand if you don’t want to be near me. I get it I was a fucking bastard. I’m sorry. But please push through don’t do it for me do it for, I don’t know, do it for Johnny. But please, please know I love you.’ I said quietly. Holding her hand with my right I take out my ring from my pocket with my left. It was my skull ring but I got it for just for her. 'Dallas.’ She murmured scrunching up her face. 'I’m right here baby.’ I said holding her hand with both my hands placing the ring on the bed. 'I love you too.’ She whispered smiling her angelic soft smile. 'Oh god baby you scared me.’ I breathed out. 'I’m sorry.’ She said opening her big green eyes looking at me. 'No no no no baby don’t be sorry. It’s all my fault ok.’ I said softly to her. 'Will you be mine? Will you be my boy?’ She asked cutely giggling. Laughing along with her I respond with, 'Will you be my girl?’ And I hand her the ring. 'Oh god Dall, your ring, you don’t have to give it to me.’ She said pushing towards me. 'Too late I already got it made for you. Read the inside, baby.’ I said rubbing the pad of my thumb over the back of her hand. She turned it over and read aloud. 'I love you, my girl. -Dallas Winston’