#the 'he' in question is their missing best friend soulmate girlfriend (it's complicated)

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So there was this nightmare session...

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On Love

So as you know I made this uquiz with an open-ended question at the end, tell me something about love, and I’ve gotten the most wonderful responses! They range from descriptions of wonderful partners: 

Lauren: oh, how long I went without being myself until I met him and he showed me who I truly was and that my worth was higher than I ever thought was possible

Levi: I love who we are with each other. I love who I am with you. In your company I am me. In your company I am the best of me. The best with the best, I've told you. I wouldn't give you up for anything

Daniel: i fell in love for the first time when i was 17... at the time, i didn’t realize it was the first time, i thought i’d been in love before, a couple times actually, but falling in love at 17 was such a fulfilling experience, it felt so forceful yet so right. it’s when i first truly understood what love was. never before had i felt so understood and so cared for as i did when i was in love with her, and she was in love with me. it’s been nearly 4 years since then, and nearly 3 years since we broke up and stopped talking, and still, i think about her almost every day. i’ve never known anyone like her; to me, she was love itself.

El: oh i’m in love with everyone that i know op!!! especially my girlfriend, of course ,but also my friends and my family and random people on the street and uh

Grace: i’ve met my soulmate and we plan on getting an apartment and marrying after college

A: I’m going to ask the woman I love to marry me and I just wanted to tell someone because I am so excited

Jeremy: you ever have that feeling where basically after years of denying that someone couldnt understand you in a way or love you and then the next thing you know you happen to find that person and its just great from then on out? idk how to explain it anyways I love my boyfriend so much he means the world to me

Lucy: i am so happy i have found the one i love

to descriptions of best friends and favorite people:

Nightbyrd: Love is a hug from an alzheimer's patient who hasn't the foggiest idea who you are, but they know you're worth hugging.

H: I have been doing so much yoga with my roommate recently!! It's a great way to center my mind for an hour

Riv: [platonic] i’ve literally never met anyone who understands me in the way that my best friends do. they’re literally the best people in the whole world and i genuinely don’t know what i’d do without them. i love them with my whole heart

Cillian: when i talk about how much i love my best friend i get so teary eyed because i cant believe that such a genuinely wonderful person wants to speak to me every day - i care for her more than anyone else on this planet

O: my two besties are my sources of happiness and they’re so pretty i would die for them :D

to beautiful quotes:

Kai: "you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." DARCYYYY PLS MY HEART CANT HANDLW THIS PAIN

Dorian: When the plane went down in San Francisco, I thought of my friend M. He’s obsessed with plane crashes. He memorizes the wrecked metal details, ____the clear cool skies cut by black scars of smoke. Once, while driving, he told me about all the crashes: The one in blue Kentucky, in yellow Iowa. How people go on, and how people don’t. It was almost a year before I learned that his brother was a pilot. I can’t help it, I love the way men love. (accident report in the tall, tall weeds- ada limon, bright dead things)

Adam: every day I think about lemony snicket I will love you if I never see you again I will love you if I see you every Tuesday or however it goes. and it KILLS ME. love only fits in small things

Hero: “Your heart beats in my ribs and mine in yours, and both in God’s��� The divine magnet is in you, and my magnet responds.” - Herman Melville to Nathaniel Hawthorne

Mary: "Love is watching someone die."

Alex: "meet me at blue diner, i'll take coffee and talk about nothing baby"

Sparrow: "How dare you love me like you've never known fear?" and "For you, the world," and "Darling, I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades," and "Will you start where I end?"

V: " You want to die for love. You always have. " and "someone will remember us, I say, even in another time" are living rent free in my mind 24/7 and I'm shaking. When will I finally be not the only one falling ?

Sahar K: To love another person is to see the face of god!!!

Miriam: all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding- kafka

Juls: Don’t you think they are maybe the same? Love and attention

to practices of love:

Leo; i love feeling happy bc somebody that i love is happy and comfortable....like its not about me i just love seeing you smile. we are safe together...idk i just feel it bro

A: I like to think love is leaning on each other during the light or dark days. Its a personal mission of mine to find out who I am and what I want. Yet I never seem to find my place in this world and as I look and look , I realise the only place I can be myself even with or without the efforts to find myself was done on that day or not, I am always tired so shall I lean on you? And you can lean on me as well. I shall be your fig tree and you shall be my favourite willow tree.

L: It's too late at night to be soul searching, but it's a journey we all seem to find ourselves on these days.

Anthi: feeling safe and at home, I guess (also I love frogs)

Julia: ive found that loving someone is like becoming your own thesaurus. you have to find or come up with infinite ways to say, you’re beautiful, or, i love you. it’s a gift

Galexies: ive been writing letters to the person i'd love one day since i was 14. i write them in a little journal usually, but i've been digitizing them into emails and sending them to one account that i'll give to them someday. i'd like to put pictures, but i haven't been outside much recently so theres that. i wonder if they'd like the sunsets i have on file, or if they'd find my cat cute in a bowtie.

Caeles: Love is sharing fruit slices and making someone tea at random

Dundy: Love is sending your friends cursed shit and watching them react in horror

to crushes and potential loves: 

Jess: I have a crush on my roommate. It sucks, but it's also wonderful. I get to be around him all the time when we're at school. we share a life together; it's rather domestic. I think a lot about marrying him and being domestic with him forever. It won't happen, and I'll move on eventually, but I'll be happy with him for as long as I can. I hope you feel loved tonight, because you are. Sleep well.

Aki: I so desperately want to believe that love is fake because I’ve seen what happens when loved ones leave but whenever I start to convince myself that I’ll never love anyone my best friend messages me telling me she loves me. She’s the only person I’ve ever pictured having a future with but love scares me and I don’t really know what to do but I think as long as she’s with me in some way, I’ll be fine

Hi: her her i keep thinking abt her.... gonna see her in 8 days or so i really miss her. its ok if shes never gonna love me like i want her to really being her friend spending time with her makes me the happiest girl on earth.... outsold antidepressants

Kit: this guy i have a crush on has hypnotically dark brown eyes and he's wonderful and shows me kindness like no one else

Juno: my crush has all the stars in his eyes

Mads: When I have the courage to meet my eyes with hers, the world stands still

Be Nice To Me: Look bro I never do these but I am yearning to hold them SO badly right now and someone needs to know it besides me

to the trials of love: 

Pppppp: I just wanna love like from the movies and what I read about.. but everyone tells me that that’s fictional and rare to find in the real world and it sucks bc it seems like all the guys I’ve met are terrible and the norms of society are all about not respecting women and uthdjdjdk

Manny: I have been in love before and I will be again but I’m not now and I miss it

Ok: I don't think I've ever been in love, though I love many people. I am waiting for the day I look at someone and can say, YES. IT'S YOU.

Chloe: idk rn i'm like okay with my love and i'm happy so we'll see i'm just a little cautious rn bc my last partner told me i didn't know how to love

L: love is so fucking complicated I don't even know where to start

Corrin: He’s not real and it worried me that I will never allow myself to live or be loved because I will always be waiting for him

Sean: Good luck it dont exist

Serena: i want 2 b in love :(( </3

13: I don’t know anymore

M: I just really don’t like dealing with it lol

to beloved characters: 

Janaya: I’m madly in love with my comfort and kin character and I hope maybe in the afterlife I can relive a life with him in some sort of dimension

Jhgjdf: when i was a kid i had a crush on ash ketchum from pokemon and id always daydream about being a female pkmn trainer and meeting him and we fall in love

to advice and prose: 

Mikolai: Love is earth, gentle and soft at first flight but upon being broken, drowns you in the dry choking wastes of its consequences...

Thex: Your hands will not go cold without someone to hold them. I am here. I will be here.

Kat: it is the nearest proof to god that i find myself surrounded by people who love in a way that complements so wonderfully the way i love

H: believe in love out of spite believe in love to prove everyone wrong believe in love because you were told not to and we will not do what we’re told anymore believe in love because it’s the strongest act of teenage rebellion we have left believe in love because it’s easier not to and when is easy worth doing? believe in love because everything says otherwise but you are untouchable, you are your own, you are not made by their design believe in love because, perhaps, you are love

Ali: I used to want a kind of love that feels like coming home and now I want nothing more than to be away from home on many different adventures

Em: you dont need to love yourself to accept it from others

to the small, the simple, and the sweet:

Ireal: Poems

O: Flowers

Fay: ah im sorry that i’m feeling unmotivated but you are very kind.

Ad: we love LOVE

A: <3

Isak: small things

H: intense

Hey: Listening to a clock ticking away

S: her

E: <3

Hania: Amorous, I adore that word ^^

Catboy: wholesome

J: i love love so much it hurts

Emmy: hi i love the song darkest of discos!! try and give it a listen!! <3

Nora: Love is painful, but most of the time love is great

Ariel: i like the comfort it can bring

M: i love love

to food!

Cool Whip: Matzoh ball soup!!

Woop: I love sausages.... I hope that's ok with you?

and animals too <3

Nee: hmm i have pet geckos and i love them very much!

96: raccoons ????

DJ Big Penis: cats

:3: I Love frogs,,, love is stored in the frog,,,

I hope that this serves as a sweet compilation of what love means! Love to all of you, it warms my heart so much to hear about your people and your geckos and your characters and soup and all the songs and quotes you love. <3 Strength to all of you who are figuring out to do about your feelings for your crush, and congratulations to you who are proposing or moving in with your person! Your words are a source of light to me, truly.

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Jungkook’s FIC REC | OS 1

Because I spend a lot of time here on tumblr reading fanfictions, I wanted to create my own fic recs. Like that, I can recommend fictions that deserve more recognition and at the same time, if I want to reread one of them, I just have to come here.

Everything on this list is about Jungkook. And of course, all those works have been written by the authors I tagged next to the name of the fictions, they do not belong to me (and if the authors want me to remove their work from my rec, I will). 

I also want to thank the authors. I really appreciate all your works and efforts to create all those beautiful stories. I send you all of my love.

(f) = fluff

(a) = angst

(m) = mature

Stories will be sorted by length, by theme, and for the series, by progression (complete or uncomplete).

college au

  — Poison (F) (A) — by @byeoltoyuki

You can’t decide whenever you hated or loved Jungkook. Either way you couldn’t say no to him.

college au | enemies to lovers | +3k

— One more night (F) (A) (M) — by @byeoltoyuki​

In which when Jimin told you to have fun, he didn’t exactly mean to bang his friend.

college au | enemies to lovers | +12k            

— Blue Raspberry (F) — by @strawbxxymilk

Jungkook asks you to live life on the wild side.

college au | enemies to lovers | -1k

— Soulmate Culture (F) (M) —

Part II of Blue Raspberry.

 college au | enemies to lovers | +2k            

—  flick or treat (M) — by @junqkook 

You hate jeon jungkook with every fiber of your being; but arousal doesn’t discriminate between like and dislike.

college au | enemies to lovers | fratboy!jungkook | +3k

—  50% Cotton (F) (M) — by @perpetually-jungshook

ShyKook. You keep “accidentally” borrowing Jungkook’s jacket until one day he shows up to retrieve it.

college au | friends to lovers | +6k

—  50% Polyester (M) (F)  —

Shy boy Jungkook is ready for his first time. Kind of. Sequel to 50% Cotton.

college au | friends to lovers | +5k

—  Set On You (F) (M) — by @bymoonchild

Sports has never been your thing, so when you find yourself in a sports hall that reeks of perspiration and cologne and in front of a group of volleyball players whom you’re supposed to be managing (heck, you can’t even manage your own life), you know that you’re in Deep Shit™. Especially when Jeon Jungkook, the golden setter of the team aka the boy who holds stars in his eyes, starts to occupy your reveries, slowly becoming both the quiet and pandemonium of your heart.

college au | volleyball au | +18k

—  Play Pretend (M) (A) — by @seokoloqy

Walking under ladders, splitting the pole, breaking mirrors, going near black cats—just to name a few things Jeon Jungkook doesn’t do before his soccer games.

And after Jungkook catches his girlfriend cheating on him, he’s going to need a little more than luck to get her back. He needs you.

college au | fake dating au | friends to lover | soccer player!jungkook | +8k

—  Click, Click (M) — by @seokoloqy

Who knew someone else’s dick pic would get Jungkook his first blowjob?

college au | friends to lovers au | virgin!jk | +2k

—  Teasing (M) — by @letspurpletogether

The one where your study partner is just too cute you can’t resist teasing him.

college au | inexperienced partner!jungkook | +3k

—  Curiosity (F) (M) — by @hobidreams​

When innocent Jungkook comes to you with a not-so-innocent question… you decide it’s easier to just demonstrate.

college au | best friend’s brother!jungkook | +3k

—  Stay Quiet (F) (M) — by @hobidreams​

You think the library is only a place for studying, Jungkook convinces you otherwise.

college au | established relationship au | +2k

—  Will You Make a Mess Now? (F) (M) — by @softyoongiionly​

Jungkook’s never been touched before and, after a hectic end to his semester, he thinks he wants that to change…

college au | established relationship au | virgin!jungkook | +4k

—  Can I Make a Mess Now? (F) (M) —

Jungkook’s never had sex before but, after realizing that he’s falling in love with you, he thinks he wants that to change.

college au | established relationship au | virgin!jungkook | +4k

—  i wished i missed my ex (F) (A) (M) — by @angelguk​

College was hard enough without having a crazy ex on your back too.  At least you weren’t the only one with that problem. Jeon Jeongguk, your best friend had a girl chasing after him too. You didn’t think your problems were intertwined, until Jeongguk comes up with the solution to solve them both at once. Two birds with one stone. Easy enough. Until the stone hits your heart too.

college au | friends to lovers au | fake dating au | 18k

—  in your arms tonight (M) — by @angelguk​

Late nights with Jeongguk end in great sex and love confessions (or the one where he has a thing for you in his clothes).

college au | established relationship au | domestic au | +5k

—  if i told you (F) (A) — by @gukyi​

In order to pay for university, Jeon Jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. Donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. All while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

college au | friends to lovers au | 22k

—  Worth the Wait (F) (A) (M) — by @sketchguk​

You have an unwritten rule about swearing off relationships to pursue your studies, but your willpower wavers when you meet Jeongguk, the barista with commitment issues and a soft spot just for you.

college au | barista!jungkook | strangers to friends to lovers | +13k

—  Daydream (F) (A) (M) — by @luffles424​

You never thought that simply waking up your best friend would lead to something more.

college au | best friends to lovers | +7k

—  Hold You Tighter (F) — by @gukwluv​

Jeongguk doesn’t want to take Taehyung’s advice, but when he’s falling asleep in class, he think he might have to. Although he was not expecting the pretty girl that woke him up in said class, to be the one that Taehyung calls for help ; alternatively Jeongguk loves cuddling and you just happen to as well.

college au | strangers to lovers au | cuddle buddy au | +5k

  —  soft touch (M) — by @minnpd​

Jungkook needs to practice a massage on you before his final exam.

college au | friends to lovers | massage therapist!jungkook | +3k

—  you are in love (F) (M) — by @diortae​

You recount the last six months of your relationship with jeongguk. Alternatively, “you are in love” by taylor swift in fanfic form.

college au | established relationship | +4k

—  an abundance of mondays (F) (A) (M) — by @diortae​

“why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

alternatively, it’s an old cliche, falling in love with your best friend. it’s a shame none of the stories ever told you it would feel like this.

college au | childhood friends to lovers | 15k

—  Ace (F) (A) (M) — by @hijoonie​

Jungkook only cares about three things: Baseball, painting and his team, but soon he’s adding you to that list when love comes flying at him fast and hard, knocking him right on his ass.

college au | baseball au | athlete!jungkook | artist!jungkook | +24k

—  one time, in your room (F) (M) — by @ubemango​

There are papers to write, and virgins to daydream about. (You can think about Jeongguk’s dick later.)

college au established relationship +17k

prequels: fingering  -  the game update -  wake up! sequels: hitting it from the back -  with a Hitachi wand -  overstimulation

roommate au

— Euphoria (F) (A) (M) — by @seokstrivia​

There was always a sign on Jungkooks’ door that said something along the lines of, ‘Warning; I am naked in here. Do not enter unless you’re ready to see a whole lot of dick.’  

or, that one roommate au where Jungkook is a cocky bastard.

roommate au | enemies to lovers | +7k

— Microwave (Mis)adventures (F) (A) (M) — by @bymoonchild​

Out of all things to be afraid of, Jungkook, the seat-stealer of your 8am class and annoying housemate whom you despise with every fiber of your being, chooses to have a phobia of microwaves, but he loves buying microwaveable food – because come on, they’re irresistible – and you somehow find yourself getting dragged into his microwaves (mis)adventures. Cue chaos, sarcasm-laced banter and an unplanned romance.

roommate au | college au | enemies to lovers | 20k

— heartbreak trials (A) (M) — by @dreamyjoons​

It all started with a bet: the one with the highest body count would get the most illustrious prize - Namjoon’s bedroom. For you and Jungkook, the race was on.

roommate au | enemies to lovers | +13k

— Itch (F) (M) — by @ironicarmy​

During a study session, your roommate Jungkook becomes hell-bent in showing you a good time – especially after discovering you’ve never been touched.

roommate au | college au | friends to lovers | virgin!reader | +8k

— Piss Off Your Parents (F) (A) (M) — by @littlemisskookie​

In an effort to piss off your parents you move in with their worst nightmare- a boy with tattoos, a rock band, and an irresistible charm.

roommate au | fake dating | bad boy!jungkook | +16k

Commentary - This story is for me a must-read for more than one reason. Let’s begin with maybe badboy!jungkook? Yes, we all love a good tattooed, badass jk, but as much as I can remember, this is the first time badboy jungkook is approached like that. Jungkook has all the attire of the baddie, but not the behavior that usually goes with it. We discover a bad boy that respect people, that is not fucking around like a horndog, and who doesn’t to stick his stick in any and every hole he finds. This is very refreshing and pleasant.                           Also, I want to take a moment to appreciate fully the way the dialogues are written. I particularly enjoyed them while reading the fiction. Why? I don’t really know… Was it the repartee of the two main characters? The analyze of the world they live in? The constant flirt and the slow burn? Or even the style in itself? Honestly, it’s probably a mix of all of that.                           Finally, let’s say this fiction is smartly emphasizing and kind of fighting all the clichés we can find in fanfictions. And what is best to fight cliché than writing one yourself? Yes, this fiction is definitely a must-read!

— Somnolent (F) — by @forgottenpasta

After spending one night in bed with you, Jeongguk finds out he is unable to sleep unless you’re sleeping with him.

roommate au | friends to lovers | +3k

— Laundry Day (M) — by @jinjikook 

jeongguk always pioneered one household chore: laundry. now why he had such an affinity for it, you had no idea. that is, until you come home and he lost track of time, causing you to stumble upon him in the midst of something strange and yet altogether intriguing.

roommate au | domestic au | 5k

— Blizzard (F) (M) — by @curly-bangtan

When a blizzard hits your town, you and your shy awkward roommate are forced to spend time together, not being able to leave the house due to the strong snowstorm. To make matters worse, the power gets cut in the middle of his shower. Which also means no heating.

roommate au | domestic au | strangers to lovers | virgin!reader | +15k

— Blizzard : let it snow (F) —

It’s holiday season, and you have yet to disclose your new romance with Jungkook to the rest of your friends. But during your traditional Christmas gathering night filled with food, Love Actually and mistletoe, each of the six of them discover your secret relationship with your shy roommate one by one in ways that you dread…

roommate au | domestic au | established relationship | +8k

— threats and paybacks (M) — by @pantaemonium

Jeon Jungkook. Art major in the University of Seoul. Passive-aggressive little shit and gamer extraordinaire.

It was that person—that phenomenal specimen of a human—the one you shared a tiny apartment with. No one hated Jeon Jungkook, no one in the entire planet could ever do, for he was lovely all around. You did not hate him. That was not it. The one and only problem Jeon Jungkook presented was that he was a terrible roommate, and that bowl of cereal was the last straw.

roommate au | college au | 14k

neighbors au

— not quite strangers (F) (A) (M) — by @seokwaves

there are two things that you very much hate in this world; first being woken up in the evening, second being woken up in the morning – and jeon jeongguk, the stranger a.k.a the guy who lives across your shitty apartment does just that, every single fucking time.

neighbors au | +19k

— neighbors (M) — by @btssmutgalore

When your hands are full, a cute neighbor lends a helping hand.

nighbors au | +6k

— sugar coated (F) (M) — by @guksheart

jeon jungkook, aspiring singer, works at a bakery with nothing but cupcakes and satisfied customers to occupy his time. one day, his next-door neighbor strolls into the shop with tears in her eyes, and his heart cannot help but worry why.

neighbors au | bakery au | +10k

— the underwear thief (F) (M) — by @gukyi

jeon jungkook would like to make one thing very clear: it’s not his fault.

neighbors au | strangers to lovers | 10k

— FEELS LIKE SUMMER (F) (A) (M) — by @badbhye

You only have one question on your mind this summer: when did Jeon Jungkook get abs?

neighbors au | borither’s best friend | +16k

friends to lovers

— Frost Impressions (F) (A) (M) — by @fortunexkookie

Granny Park’s Gossip:

Now, don’t start thinking anything about Jeon. He’s a good boy, of course, my sweet Jimin wouldn’t be friends with anything less, and he’s a damned good P.E. teacher, but he’s a rapscallion if I’ve ever seen one. Always putting his foot in his mouth in one way or another. My lovely grandson already told me about how he’s offended that new math and science teacher down at the school, you know the one, got hired as a replacement when they fired the last one? Yes, her. And Jiminie told me that Jeongguk’s been avoiding her ever since, the hellion. You just gotta shake your head at behavior like that.

Alternative Summary: Jeongguk is so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression, and neither of them realize they’ve actually been in love with each other for the better part of a decade.

teacher au | gamer au | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | +41k

Commentary - I put this fiction in the ‘friends to lovers’ section, but I could have placed in so many others. Because literally, this fiction has it all.                          First of all, the best friend to lovers au coupled with a gamer au and internet friends au. Honestly, just that should be enough for you to go read it.                          But in the case you need more, I can also talk about that teacher au. That enemies to lovers au. You will find shy and embarrassed Jungkook. And the humor. The humor. The humor.                          Yes, this fiction is smart. And funny. I think this is honestly one of the funniest fiction ever. I don’t remember ever laughing so much while reading a fiction. This is truly the kind of stories that will make a rough day a little lighter. And it is even better when you read it in your bed at 1am.                          So yes, you should 100% read it. And if you want more or need more when you are done, you also can go read Ryn’s other fics or the other stories of The Snowball Effect.

— in between blurred lines (F) (A) (M) — by @seokwaves

Jeon Jeongguk has been your bestfriend ever since you were fetuses—no, that’s kind of weird (but you get the point)—and you were there with each other as you slowly discovered the (not so) wonders of the world. Your bestfriendship is cool; you cuddle a lot, you have movie nights whenever you’re free, you let him poop while you’re showering and he does the same. For almost two decades of friendship, you only ever think of him as the child you’ve raised ever since elementary until Taehyung said that Jeongguk had a crush on you since you were 11. Uh oh.

best friends to lovers | college au | 20k

— jasmine (M) — by @btssmutgalore

Jungkook always tries to hide his crush on you, but unfortunately, he can’t control what happens while he’s sleeping.

friends to lovers | 12k

— Ruin the Friendship (M) — by @kpopfanfictrash

your drunk ass best friend keeps calling you to take care of him and it wouldn’t be so awful, if it weren’t for The Feelings.

best friends to lovers | college au | +8k

— Over the Edge (M) —

so, you’re dating. everything is dandy, the sex is knocking your socks off, but what happens when you get in the First Real Fight?

established relationship | sequel to Ruin the Friendship | +9k

— the best part of me is you (F) (A) (M) — by @yourdelights

Having been best friends since childhood, you’re an expert in all things Jungkook. You know everything about him, from how he took his coffee to the sound of his laugh after a successful prank. There was no part of him that you didn’t know like the back of your hand, or so you thought. Your view on things gets a bit skewed after discovering the one secret Jungkook had kept from you: he’s a camboy.

best friends to lovers | camboy!jungkook | 9k

— A Happy Accident (M) — by @taetaesbaebaepsae

You accidentally send nudes meant for your friend with benefits Hoseok to Jungkook.

friends to lovers | college au | +2k

— Something in the Water (F) (M) — by @vankoya

Sleeping in is a foreign concept to Kim Taehyung and his awkward, mismatched gang of pals. This is made all the more apparent when they rock up at ___’s doorstep at the ass crack of dawn, as if it is a natural time for any college student to be awake.

But when she is informed that it was the youngest of their group who insisted she join them on their spontaneous camping trip, she is suddenly not as reluctant to play along than when she was first awakened by her enigma of a best friend, slamming his fist against her front door.

friends to lovers | camping au | college au | +25k

established relationship au

— Lollipop (M) — by @btssmutgalore​

“I’ll eat it however I want to,” you smirked at him, but he was still trying to pretend he wasn’t paying attention to you. “What are you gonna do about it?”

established relationship  | +1k

— bare necessities (F) (M) —  by @gguksgalaxy

“When you ask your boyfriend for a relaxing vacation you don’t exactly expect him to take you to Disneyland out of all places. Luckily, Jungkook knows just how to get you to relax — being needy is definitely not the way. Or is it…” 

established relationship  | +11k

— Concealed Weapons (M) — by @gimmesumsuga

Jungkook turns out not to be quite who you thought he was, and your reaction takes you both by surprise.

marriage au  | mafia au  | 10k

— Movie Night (F) (M) — by @btsaudge 

Jungkook tells you about his kinks during movie night.

established relationship  | slice of lice  | -1k

— it’s a stick up (F) (M) — by @sweetheartjeongguk

maybe jungkook shouldn’t accept help from taehyung anymore, especially in the form of “magical boner pills”.  

established relationship  | +4k

— second to none (M) — by @minnpd

He went silent as his undivided attention is geared toward the box. The unmistakable sound of cardboard ripping made you roll your eyes at his impatience. Whatever was inside was rattling around haphazardly and you were about to scold his carelessness when his sudden silence threw you for a loop. You poke your head above the countertop and what you see has your stomach dropping.

established relationship  | +5k

— Sanctified (F) (A) (M) — by @mikroparadise

Jungkook’s been away on tour, and you’ve really missed him. But when you try to show him just how much, he doesn’t reciprocate the way you’d like, and it makes you question whether the problem is you.

established relationship | rockstar!jungkook | +12k

— low libido jk drabble (M) — by @hobiwonder​

imagine dealing with low libido jungkook bc he’s been stressed about exams or smth.

established relationship | college au

idol au 

— Rejection (A) (M) — by @jjungkookislife​

Going out to a club with your friends from BTS wasn’t supposed to end up with you admitting your feelings for Jungkook.

idol au | friends to lovers | +9k

— (1) Missed Call (M) — by @seokoloqy​

He never has time to pick up his phone while on tour, so you leave him innocent voicemails instead. But, when did your mundane voicemails suddenly get so interesting?

idol au | established relationship | +1k

— take my hand (F) (A) — by @cupofteaguk​

in which you lose your memory in a car crash, and Jungkook desperately tries to keep both of your lives intertwined. this in itself proves to be a challenge, especially when you can only remember him as the idol you once adored from afar.

idol au  | (ex) established relationship | 11k

— Turned Around (F) — by @worldwidebt7​

The work you did for the magazine production company you were employed by often had you running circles about the building to please them. However, during one such time, you are surprised to find a very handsome, very lost-looking Korean idol wandering about…

idol au  | +10k

hybrid au

— Under the Bridge (F) (A) (M) — by @jincherie​

Your life takes a turn for the better one night when you find a bun under the bridge.

hybrid au | bunny!jungkook | +10k

— bedroom kitten (M) — by @kookswife​

“you’re only mine now”

hybrid au | cat!reader | +6k

— Cardboard Castle (F) (M) — by @kittae​

Moving in together tends to trigger stress-induced arguments, that’s not a secret. When the tension runs high in not the best ways possible during the setup of your new Ikea bed, your feline boyfriend copes by making a fort from empty cardboard moving boxes. All sorrows are less with a movie and popsicles!

hybrid au | established relationship | cat!jungkook | +6k

— Hopping Mad For You (F) (M) — by @readyplayerhobi​

For two years you’ve lived with your rabbit hybrid roommate, Jungkook. He’s been a model roommate and you’ve found yourself with little complaints. But his behaviour lately has been a little…unusual.

hybrid au | roommate au | rabbit!jungkook | +9k

soulmate au

—  the violet hour (F) (A) — by @guksheart​

in a world where a mark completes itself when you are introduced to the love of your life, jeon jungkook is convinced that he is fated to die alone. here’s a hint, though - he’s wrong.

soulmate au  | +6k

—  Bells (F) — by @taetaesbaebaepsae

Jungkook gets tinnitus around the same time he gets a big crush on you, and it turns out it’s related.

soulmate au  | idol au  | +1k

[meitanteisachi]

My Kacchako reading list

My personal shortlist of the most unforgettable Kacchako fics I’ve read and currently reading, as well as planning to read! These are just those I can name at the top of my head so I probably might have missed some and will add later on once I remember. Most are rated M/E (because I am a sucker for Kacchako smut bahaAHHAA)

HAVE READ / ONESHOT / COMPLETE

A Little Bit Closer by mignonettes (a Ground Zero...dildo?!) A Softer World Prompt 46 by i-masshiro (kchk as exes. They never really got over each other) A Sweet Surprise by ohmytheon (Ochako bakes Bakugou a birthday cake) Again by corinnemaree (After Bakugo gives Ocha her first kiss, she just cant get enough) All Work and No Play by mignonettes (one of the hottest kchk smuts imo) Angel and Demon by EmeraldWaves (Ochako is a tease) Apricity by i-masshiro (Christmas kchk; honesty hour for our babies, very cute) As If to Say by calamansifresh (can’t get enough of a straightforward Bakugo. fluff!) As We Minimize the Space by calamansifresh (Ochako’s obsession: touching Bakugo. hot smut) Quiet by IchigoKacchan (twitter thread turned Ao3, HOT) Bakudonis by Ichigo_Kacchan (1-A drooling over shirtless Bakugo) Benign Masochism by windigop (Stripper Bkg. That’s it. I’m sold) Best Birthday Ever by crystymre (A twitter thread full of fluff and everything nice uwu) Biting the Bullet by MockingbirdSoul (one of the BEST kchk sexual tension fics EVAR) Conflict Resolution by Colorslander (Bakugo is bad at feelings, yes) Delivery Incoming by mignonettes (drunk Bakugo loves his girlfriend so much. VERY CUTE) Drinks series by BlueTee (ahh!! drunk kchk!! isso!! cute!!! AHH) Fight Night by ohmytheon (Ochako: *breaks Bakugo’s nose* Bakugo: im so turned on rn) First Date Etiquette by Methoxyethane (smut and humor are /chefs kiss/) Fleeting Emotions by EmeraldWaves (series of oneshots! includes tdmm and kmjr! fave is #4) Fragile by Virtually Forgotten (another series of oneshots! fluff/angst/smut i’m in love) Fuck or Die: Bakugo birthday edition by Italian_Lily (lust quirk and coming 7 times omg) Fuck or Die by mignonettes (twitter thread; ochako hit by a quirk that makes ya horny)  Gentle Hands by corinnemaree (it takes a while for Bakugo to process that Ocha kissed him) Girl of His Dreams by NamiSwaannn (Bakugo has very /vivid/ dreams abt Ochako) good together by tusslee (kchk sext this is so hot asjdkhaf) Hero Analysis and Application by SakuraDrops93 (slow-burn kchk wholesome content, except for chapter 28, ish) Hot Lavender Latte by calamansifresh (coffee shop AU! cute and wholesome and fluffy) How’s The Weather by crystymre (how the ending is written is the BEST) I Don’t Care by SakuraDrops93 (MY. MOST. FAVORITE. NON-SMUT kchk oneshot) I Don’t Compete by crystymre (kchk pro-hero AU. hot and sweet and cute) If Heartbreak by i-masshiro (if you don’t want to have your heart broken, DONT READ THIS. </3) Irresistible by ElanaDrex (lust quirk again, but dayum this hot) Kill, Fuck, Marry by stillfly94 (twitter thread; we love an angry dork Bakugo) Late Night Sweets by jarynw02 (so cute omg! Bakugo soft only for Chako) Misfit Love by Ichigo_Kacchan (Bakugo bought a new desk and Ochako didnt like it. yet) Morning Dew by calamansifresh (we need kchk morning sex in our lives) No One Else by thesweetestnerd (again, Ochako being a hot tease) Not Afraid by omytheon (Spin the bottle. Bakugo to kiss Ochako, then it gets complicated) once bitten by wonduhhwoman/still.fly (vampire ochako oneshot. help, this is too hot.) one juicy peach by still.fly (the first kcck i’ve read. it’s hot and beautiful ;_; sweet bakugo) Partition by Ichigo_Kacchan (based on Beyonce’s Partition, Kacchako multitasks in limo) [Prompt]Sweet Surprise Vday KCCK by italian_lily (Bakugo helps Ochako make cake) Protect and Kill by ohmytheon (AU, Ocha is FBI agent and Baku is assassin) quality time by still.fly (kcck as roommates. fluff!) Quarantine Thread by Megadoodle (soooo cute!!!) Quiet Time by ohmytheon (Deku overhears kcck on the top bunk doing...things) say it and i’m yours by yaomomochi (aquarium date!!!) Sparks by ohmytheon (secret relationship + blind date) Stress Relief by Italian_lily (exactly how I would picture a kchk sparring smut scene tbh) Suds ‘n’ Sweat by mignonettes (kcck in laundry and ya know what happens) Summer Hoodies by mythica magic (Ochako in Bakugo’s sweater hrrrmm) Take a Break by ohmytheon (pro-hero Kchk doing it in the workplace to relieve stress) The Dark Web by ohmytheon (another hot kchk sexual tension comin’ right up!!!) The feeling that isn’t entirely unpleasant by mysterious intentions (fluffy HS kchk!) The Final Countdown by ohmytheon (New Year’s countdown, first kiss, pure kchk fluff <3) The Five Times It’s Fake and the One Time It Isn’t by mignonettes (fake dating AU!) thought that i was dreaming by lianhuawu (kchk post AFO-fight. sweet huhu) Un Pour Tous by mignonettes (coffee shop AU, fluff!) VIP Pass by HikoCassidy (oooh a drummer Bakugo) warm light on a winter’s day by wonduhhwoman (soulmates kchk, stuck in cabin for winter) Worthy by Tharros (drunk Ochako again + sweet “friend” Bakugo) Yes or No is Not a Trick Question by silv3rbloodalch3mist (ANOTHER. FAVORITE. Honest Bakugo is hot) Yours, If You Wanted by calamansifresh (bakugo and his hidden crush mehehe)

CURRENTLY READING / ONGOING

Aquating Training Session by BeMore (happens before camping arc; w/ tdmm!) Boyfriend-Girlfriend Things by silv3rbloodalch3mist (ahh another one from a fave author!) Little Do You Know by fullondisclosure (soulmates with a twist!) Make it wit chu by Ichigo_Kacchan (a One night stand/FwB Kacchako) Mr. Brightside by SakuraDrops93 (MY. MOST. FAVORITE! RECENTLY UPDATED AHH) Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell by Ms_Chunks (very long but very good asdhajf kchk quirk dynamic) floaty ‘splodey fic series by ishkabibble_bafflegab (every fic in this series is /hearteyes/) Hot Cocoa & Chill by FrenchK (uwu i’m soft) Seeing Double by knifekirby (Fantasy AU! I’m in love with this!) The Reaper by thevoidyouknow (kchk roommates, virgin ocha and horny bakugo) (Touch Me) Kill Each Other Slowly by corinnemaree (vampire!bkg) there is something wrong with uravity by onlyfm (again with the horny quirk. yes) We Can Never Be Friends by crystymre (reading this on twitter it’s so fun and hot omg) why don’t you say so by frazzledazzle (all dialogue; all interesting drabbles! love this!) You Lost by NanaHachikoSan (this is just hot dirty hahaha)

TO READ

A Different Perspective by house_of_pixels actuality by still.fly Among a Crowd of Faces by miraimisu Bakugou Katsuki is Going to Become A Friendly Guy Even if it Kills Him by pisces-royalty Blanket Pals by miraimisu Clocks and Blades by Pomoon Closer by Ichigo_Kacchan downplay it by seconddaysea Fall by crystymre Finding Our Normal by theGingerTrekie Floating Embers by megwritesfanfiction Grounded by ElenaDrex He Who Always Left First by miraimisu Hot-headed by MoofyKitten In Hindsight by infantblue  It’s Just Training by LaMuerta It’s Our Secret, Angel Face by thesweetestnerd Kacchako Week 2019 entries by BlueTee Lie for Me by lovecassia Limerence by KarmaHope Make Me Forget by Chio Saki Midnight Terrain by stillfly94 No One Knows by Ichigo_Kacchan Noblesse Oblige by EmeraldWaves & Superevey On the Rainbow Road by ohmytheon One Day at a Time by jarynw02 Out of the Town by jarynw02 Popcorn for Breakfast by Ichigo_Kacchan [Prompt]Glimpse into the Future by italian_lily Something New by megwritesfanfiction The Boys Start the War and the Girls Get Even by crystymre The Heist by katschako The Need Inside You by ohmytheon the shape of your words by nascence The Wonderful World of Jealousy by ohmytheon These Stones We Skip by miraimisu With the Touch of My Staff by miraimisu

If you can recommend me some (I’m pretty sure there are a lot of beautiful Kacchako fics out there I might’ve missed bc srsly this fandom has SO MANY talented writers), feel free to leave them in the comments and I’ll be more than happy to add them here

[spoookymuulders]

perchance to dream.

read it on ao3 here word count: 15,018 summary: With two families dead, the BAU is called to Colorado to try and connect the murders. Something about the deaths seems familiar to Reid, but he can't quite put his finger on it. And when a familiar face shows up, it throws another cog into the machine, complicating things further.

chapter one. such stuff as dreams are made on.

I was a child, and she was a child, in this kingdom by the sea. - Edgar Allan Poe

    She isn’t sure how long she’s been walking. All she knows is that she can’t stop. Her feet are torn up from sprinting through the underbrush, then over a dirt and gravel road, and now solid pavement. Every step is agony, but she keeps going, knowing that she has to find somewhere or someone with a phone. Not long ago she’d spied lights in the distance, and she’s been heading that way since. As she rounds a corner, her saving grace comes in the form of a payphone outside a corner store in a small town.

    Grateful that emergency numbers don’t require any sort of payment, she picks up the receiver and dials 911, leaning heavily against the terminal until someone answers.

    “911, what’s your emergency?” The voice crackles through the phone line, and she thinks she could cry.

 “I’m at the corner of..” She glances up, squinting in the dim light at the street signs, “I’m at the corner of Shepherd and Walton Street. Please help me.” The hoarseness of her voice surprises her - but then, she supposes it shouldn’t. She’d given up on screaming long ago, had stopped speaking entirely not long after that. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been in that hellhole, or how long it had been since she actually spoke at all, but now that she is, her throat burns.

    Very suddenly, she finds that her legs can support her no longer. As the dispatcher requests more information, she repeats her plea for help, and collapses onto the sidewalk. Her skirt puffs around her and she slumps tiredly, closing her eyes. A chill breeze blows across her bare back and she sucks in a breath, vaguely aware of the dispatcher’s voice promising that help is on the way and asking if she’s still there.

    It isn’t long after that she hears sirens and sees the lights blazing as two cops and an ambulance pull up. They stop at the payphone, the EMTs immediately scooping her onto their gurney and pulling her into the ambulance. As she lays down and they begin checking her vitals, she closes her eyes, the ghost of a small, tired half-smile touching at her lips.

    She’s done it. She’s gotten away.

****

    Reid sits at his desk, fiddling with the picture frame next to his computer quietly. It’s one spot of bright and happy on his desk, something to break up the gray dullness of the rest of it - of the rest of the office, really. It’s a photo from Parker’s sixteenth birthday, when she had managed to convince him to go to a waterpark with her and her family, insisting that he needed a break from being a boy genius for a few hours. He hadn’t argued, because he knew he’d lose, and he had ended up having a blast.

    In the photo, Parker is seated firmly on his back, his hands wrapped securely under her knees while her legs lock around his waist. Her arms are settled around his shoulders and she has her cheek smushed against his as they both beam at the camera. A few of her curls are blowing into their faces, and Spencer remembers with a sad smile the way they had tickled his nose and made him sneeze.

    “You got a girlfriend you’re not tellin’ us about, Reid?” A voice behind him asks, and he jumps, startled out of his reverie. Morgan is standing behind him, holding his hands up to show he means no harm, and Spencer shakes his head, huffing quietly.

    “What?” He asks, squinting a little. Brows raised, Morgan points at the photo. “Oh. No. Um - that’s my best friend, from Vegas.”

    “She’s cute.” Prentiss says, stopping behind Morgan. Spencer hums quietly, nodding. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you mention her.”

    “I haven’t seen her in years.” He muses quietly, and sometimes he hates that he works with profilers, because the next question that hits him from Morgan is what happened to her? And he knows that Morgan can just tell . “She went missing. Two weeks before her seventeenth birthday.”

    At that moment, JJ leans over the railing to tell them they have a case, and Spencer thanks whatever higher power there is because he can’t endure the pitying looks and the questions he’s sure they’ll start firing at him. He grabs his phone off his desk and pushes between Morgan and Prentiss, making his way to the briefing room silently.

    As he settles in his chair and focuses on the file JJ sets in front of him, he can feel eyes on him as Morgan and Prentiss come in, but he ignores them as hard as he can.

    “What’ve we got?” Hotch asks, settling in his chair, and Spencer is glad the focus is off of himself. Looking up at the screen, he frowns as JJ pulls the photos up.

    “The Rodriguez family of Lakewood, Colorado was found dead in their house this morning. Three of the four had been stabbed, one had been smothered with a pillow.” She says. Prentiss frowns, looking through the file slowly.

    “Why the change?” She muses, looking back up at the photos. JJ shrugs.

    “Nobody can quite figure that out. That’s why they called us in.” She says. “Two weeks ago, another family was found murdered in their homes, similar MO. Three stabbed, one had his arms and legs cut off, as well as his head, and the last one..” She sighs, grimacing and closing her eyes for a moment. “The mother was made to eat coals.”

    “ Coals ?” Morgan repeats, eyes widening just so. “What the hell is this guy’s deal?”

    “Well the way he’s going after families makes him sound like a family annihilator,” Spencer muses, frowning at his file. “But the different causes of death are interesting. Could we be dealing with more than one unsub?”

    “It’s possible.” Hotch hums, gathering his things up. “But we don’t have any time to waste. We can discuss this more on the plane, we’re wheels up in thirty.”

    He should’ve known better than to hope that he would get any semblance of rest on the plane, really. Spencer is content to just lay down and fall asleep on the couch in the back of the jet after they go over the case a couple more times, but Prentiss and Morgan sit down across from him and he can feel them staring at him.

    “What?” He sighs finally, turning his head to look at them.

    “Why didn’t you tell us about your friend?” Morgan asks, and Spencer sighs, rubbing his face and sitting up.

    “I didn’t think I needed to.” He says, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been looking for her since ‘98.” He tells them shortly, rubbing his cheeks when their eyes widen.

    “We can help you look for her, Reid.” Prentiss says gently, and Spencer shakes his head. He knows that tone - it’s the same tone he’d gotten from the police when he had checked in with them monthly. The tone that said sure we’ll look kid but meant she’s probably dead it’s too far past the first 24 to hope for anything different.

    But somewhere in his chest was this consistent ache. Something that told him she was still alive, and that she was out there waiting for him. He’s not usually one to believe in things like that, but Parker had told him once about a Chinese story that said when two soulmates were brought into the world, they were attached to each other by a red string. The red string of fate, she had called it. And he had told her that logically and scientifically, that made no sense, and she had laughed at him in the way that only she could and he knew she wasn’t making fun of him.

    It doesn’t have to make sense, Spencer, She had told him, hooking her right pinky through his and smiling at him. Soulmates and love don’t make sense most of the time. But that red string of fate connects us. I can feel it. And she had squeezed his pinky and kissed his cheek and he had felt himself blushing but that happened most of the time when she kissed him so it was nothing new.

    He holds onto that hope. That she was right, and that there was a red string of fate connecting them. And that that red string of fate was why he knew she was still alive.

****

    The Lakewood PD are more welcoming than other police departments they’ve encountered in the past, and they’re all more grateful for that than they can say. Almost as soon as they walk through the door, they’re informed of a girl who just showed up last night, and Hotch sends Morgan, Prentiss, and Reid to the hospital. He sends Rossi and JJ to the most recent crime scene and takes charge of setting up their HQ for the next few days with Garcia.

    Reid isn’t particularly looking forward to a twenty-minute car ride with Morgan and Prentiss, but he endures it.

    “Would you stop looking at me like that?” He asks after five minutes. Morgan jerks his eyes away from the rearview mirror and focuses out the windshield again.

    “Reid..” Prentiss starts, and he sighs. “What makes you so sure that.. Well, that your friend is still out there?” Reid sighs again, shaking his head. He’s heard this question a million times, he’s been told over and over again that he should give up looking for her and that she was probably killed a day after she disappeared.

    “I just know.” He says softly, looking out the window. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Prentiss open her mouth again and Morgan shake his head just so, and he appreciates the gesture. He closes his eyes, tipping his head back against the headrest, and listens as Morgan and Prentiss chatter quietly about the case for the rest of the ride.

    “She hasn’t said a word since we picked her up.” Detective Jonah Harris says after introductions are made. “Called 911 and only gave the cross street and said ‘help me’.” Prentiss nods, looking over the chart as they walk. Morgan reads over her shoulder as Reid jogs up beside them, pushing his hair back.

    He peers around the hospital as they walk, wrinkling his nose a little - he doesn’t like hospitals very much, he never has. Prentiss fills him in, stopping at the nurse’s station to look over the chart better - she finds it’s easier to read when she isn’t trying to walk at the same time. She hums thoughtfully as Reid nods, peering over her shoulder and reading through the chart silently.

    “What’s the name?” He asks, almost absently.

    “Right now she’s just a Jane Doe.” Morgan says. “She hasn’t given anyone her name, we’re not even sure if she remembers it.” Reid nods again, leaning against the nurse’s station lightly and crossing his arms. “We’re hoping we can get more out of her soon. Maybe try a cognitive interview.” He glances down the hall as footsteps round the corner, and he straightens a little, touching Reid’s arm lightly. When he speaks, his voice is quiet. “Reid.”

    As Morgan grabs his arm, a flash of gold catches Reid’s attention and he glances down the hall as well, his eyes widening just so. It’s two braids that have caught his eye - two braids the color of honey held up to the sun. Slim fingers twist the end of one of the braids absently, a habit he recognizes without question. At the sound of the detective stating that she’s their Jane Doe, the girl looks up, and Reid’s breath catches in his throat painfully, because he’d know those green eyes anywhere - he’s been dreaming of them every night since November of 1998. He pushes away from where he’s leaning against the counter and takes two steps forward, eyes wide.

    “Spencer?” She breathes, her voice hoarse and brittle. Swallowing thickly, he takes half a step closer, still staring at her.

    “Parker.” He whispers. She needs no more confirmation than that, and she launches herself out of the wheelchair she’s in and stumbles into his arms. He rushes down the hall and meets her halfway, catching her easily and crushing her against his chest. Frail arms wrap around his neck in a vice-like grip and she presses her face to his shoulder as he holds her against him, burying his nose in her hair, and he can feel tears dampening his shirt. Her legs lock around his waist and he sinks into a chair that’s been pushed against the wall, before pulling away long enough to look at her properly.

    Cupping her face, he brushes his thumbs along her cheekbones delicately, drinking her in. A bruise under her left eye is turning from purple and blue to green and yellow, and there’s a split in her lower lip, but it’s her.  

    “He took me, Spencer.” She sobs quietly, curling her fingers around his hands. “He - he - he came, and he took me right out of my bed, and-” Reid shakes his head.

    “I’m here. You’re okay, you’re safe now.” He whispers, sniffling, his own eyes brimming with tears. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” He rests her forehead to hers, closing his eyes.

    From down the hall, Morgan, Prentiss, and Detective Harris watch the two, three pairs of arms crossed over three chests, three pairs of eyes widening simultaneously.

    “Is that.. That can’t be the girl from his photo?” Prentiss says incredulously, glancing at Morgan. Still staring at the pair down the hall, he nods.

    “It is.” He murmurs, completely stunned.

    “I’ll be damned.” Prentiss says quietly, shaking her head.

    “I haven’t seen her talk or even move that much since we brought her in.” Harris muses quietly, shaking his head. “Even when we picked her up. She looked like hell, just.. Sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. She looks a little better now, but she’s still seriously malnourished. We were able to get her cleaned up. She had to have a female nurse with her in the bathroom for it, but she wouldn’t let the nurse do anything to help her. And she didn’t say a word after she called us. Not until today.”

    Prentiss shakes her head, rubbing her face slowly. “Well.” She sighs, watching the pair. “If anyone’s gonna get anything out of her, it sounds like it’s gonna be Reid.” Her phone buzzes in her pocket and she pulls it out, stepping aside and pulling Morgan with her when she answers. “What’ve you got, PG?”

    “Not a whole lot.” Garcia says regretfully, frowning at her screen. “I ran everything you told me through the databases and there’s a lot of missing girls who fit the description you gave me.”

    “Okay, uh - well, we’ve got a name now.” Prentiss says, glancing back down the hall. “First name Parker.” She can hear Garcia hum on the other end of the line, her fingers tapping away at her keyboard at lightning speed.

    “Check missing persons reports from Vegas.” Morgan adds suddenly, leaning over.

    “Vegas?” Garcia repeats, frowning.

    “She knows Reid.” Morgan tells her, watching his friend and the girl in his lap down the hall. Garcia gasps quietly, and Morgan knows she’ll demand to be filled in later.

    “Mmm.. Oh! Here we go - Parker O’Hare, went missing from her home in Las Vegas in November of ‘98.” Garcia recites, staring at her computer screen intently. “Her parents were gone on a trip, so she was home alone, kidnapper hacked mom’s email and sent a message to the school saying she had the flu and they’d be keeping her home for the next week or so. She was sixteen.”

    “Who reported her missing when she didn’t come back to school after a week?” Morgan asks, brows furrowed.

    “I did.”

    Reid’s voice startles them, and they turn around, moving down the hall. Prentiss thanks Garcia and promises to fill her in later, following Morgan closely.

    “You filed the missing persons report.” Morgan repeats, settling into one of the chairs. Reid nods as Prentiss perches in the other chair, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees.

    “We grew up together.” Reid says, “Parker was the only one who never treated me like a freak, never called me names or teased me. She pushed Donnie Haskins off the swings once in second grade for making fun of me. He broke his nose the way he landed. Well, Parker was in second grade. Donnie Haskins was in fifth.” From her seat in his lap, Parker gives the ghost of a smile, her fingers brushing along the neckline of his sweater lightly. Prentiss glances at Reid and he nods just so. Shifting into Parker’s line of sight, she offers a gentle smile.

    “Parker, can you tell me what happened?” She asks softly, smiling encouragingly when Parker looks at her. “Take your time.” She glances at Morgan and asks for a cup of water, thanking him when he brings it over and setting it in front of the blonde.

    “My parents were gone.” She says after a few long moments. “They’d gone to see one of my dad’s old college buddies. I was supposed to go with them but I had to stay home ‘cause I had rehearsals for the musical. We were doing The Sound of Music . I was supposed to be Maria.” Her voice breaks a little, and Reid rubs her back slowly. Clearing her throat, she sniffs and continues.

    “Um - Spencer walked me home after my rehearsal and stayed for dinner. We did homework and I took a shower after he left and went to bed.” She mumbles. She keeps her eyes on the floor as she speaks, her fingers curling around the edge of Reid’s sweater. He covers her hand gently, brushing his thumb along her knuckles. “When I woke up, there was this guy just.. Standing over my bed staring at me. I tried to scream but he put a knife to my throat and told me to stay quiet or he’d kill me.”

    “And this is the man who.. Kept you?” Prentiss asks, watching Parker. She nods, glancing up at Prentiss. “Can you tell me anything else about him? What did he look like?”

    “I never.. Really saw him.” Parker whispers, looking back at the floor. “He never let me. I heard his voice, he talked to me a lot. But he never let me see his face. Every time we’d be face-to-face, he.. He had a mask on, or he’d keep a hood down low over his face.” She looks, meeting Prentiss’ eyes, and the older woman can see just how tired she truly is. “He made me call him William.” Prentiss nods, offering a small smile.

    “We’ll find who did this.” She promises. “Can you tell me how you got away?” Parker furrows her brows for a moment as she thinks.

    “He was.. Out?” She says finally. “I remember hearing.. Hearing a door open somewhere, and then everything was really quiet for a while. And he’d left - he’d dropped a pocket knife when he came into my room the night before, and I don’t think he realized it. He had me tied to a bedpost and.. And I got the knife and I was able to cut through the rope.” Prentiss nods, glancing at Morgan - they both know the question she has to ask next, and they both know Reid isn’t going to like it. And Parker won’t, either, and the last thing Prentiss wants to do is upset the poor girl.

    “Parker.. I hate to have to ask this, and I know it’s an uncomfortable question.” She says gently, watching the girl as she looks up. “Did he ever.. Force himself on you?” Parker shakes her head quickly.

    “No. No, never.” She says, “I always.. Expected him to, but he never did.”

    She can feel Spencer’s hand tensing a little over hers, and she shifts her hand to wrap her thin fingers around his wrist gently. Morgan watches this interaction quietly, and any doubts he might’ve had about this girl being Reid’s long-lost best friend dissipate as he watches Reid’s hand relax while her fingers brush along the side of his wrist.

    Half an hour later, Reid had stepped away long enough to call Parker’s mother and make sure she could catch the next flight to Colorado. Prentiss had gone to a shop nearby to get the girl something other than a hospital gown to wear, and Morgan is on the phone with Hotch, filling him in. Spying Reid as he rounds the corner, he waves and jogs over as he hangs up the phone and tucks it into his pocket.

    “So that’s your girl, huh?” He asks, peering into the room. Reid nods, watching as Prentiss ushers Parker into the bathroom to change and hovers just outside the door.

    “It’s from her sixteenth birthday. The photo.” Spencer tells him, exhaling quietly. “First time I ever went to a waterpark.” Morgan smiles a little, nodding, and puts his hands on his hips lightly. He watches Reid for a moment, then sighs softly.

    “Listen, kid..” He says after a moment, crossing his arms when Reid looks up at him. “She’s not gonna be the same girl you knew. You know that, right?” Reid nods, turning his gaze back to the room and leaning against the wall.

    “I know.” He says quietly, rubbing his face slowly. He looks up again after a moment and Morgan reaches out, squeezing his shoulder gently when he sees tears in Reid’s dark eyes. “I’m not dreaming, right? This is - I’m awake, this is all happening?” Chuckling quietly, Morgan nods and leans against the wall beside Reid. “I’ve had this dream.. A million times.”

    “I’m not surprised.” Morgan hums, glancing at his friend. “Losing someone you’re so close to, at that age and in that way.. I can only imagine.” Reid nods and moves to perch in a chair, running a hand through his hair.

    “I’ve had so many different versions of this dream.” He mutters, hanging his head for a moment. Morgan sits beside him in another chair and waits patiently. “There've been versions of it where.. Almost this exact thing happens. There are versions where I get a call in the middle of the night and it’s her, or when she just walks through the front door of my apartment like nothing ever happened. And then..” Swallowing thickly, he looks over his shoulder and watches as Parker comes out of the bathroom and thanks Prentiss, looking much more comfortable in a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

    “Then?” Morgan prompts, tipping his head. He already knows the answer, he’s sure, and he won’t push it if Reid doesn’t want to talk about it, but something in the younger man’s face tells him he does.

    “Then there are the ones where I find her.” Reid says finally. Morgan doesn’t need to ask what he means. “It’s like.. The most common one is I come home and open the door and she’s just - there. In the middle of my living room on the floor, and I can’t even tell how long she’s been there, but I know it’s her.” Reaching over, Morgan rubs his back slowly and sighs. “And - and I know how lucky this is. I mean, you know the statistics as well as I do, by all accounts she should’ve been dead 24 hours after he took her. But for some reason he kept her alive all these years, and I just keep wondering-”

    “Why.” Morgan finishes for him. Reid nods, looking over and meeting Morgan’s eyes finally, and Morgan is struck by how tired Reid looks. “Go sit with her.” He says gently, waving a hand. “Prentiss and I’ll go back to the office and start working on a profile. We’ll fill everyone in. I’ll stop by your place and bring you a change of clothes later.” Smiling tiredly, Reid stands and lets Morgan hug him, clapping him on the back lightly and mumbling a thank you before slipping back into the room.

    Prentiss comes out as Reid goes in, squeezing his shoulder gently and going to stand beside Morgan. They watch as Reid pads to the bed and perches beside Parker, brushing a stray curl out of her face. The look in her eyes and the tenderness in her tired smile tells Morgan everything he needs to know and he hums quietly, draping an arm around Prentiss’ shoulders and turning her around.

    “C’mon, we got a profile to start.” He says as they go. “Coffee on me.”

    “I called your mom.” Spencer says softly, letting his hand fall from Parker’s cheek gently. “She’s gonna catch the next flight, she should be here tomorrow afternoon.” Sniffling quietly, Parker nods and takes his hand, brushing her fingers along the lines of his palm slowly. It’s a soothing action he hasn’t felt in years - something she’d done when they were teenagers to calm her anxieties.

    “Were they okay?” She asks quietly, glancing up at him. He hums thoughtfully, nodding after a moment. He’d told her before he’d stepped out to call her mother that her father had passed last year, had held her without complaint while she cried through that.

    “They struggled.” He says honestly. “We all did. But they did as okay as they could. They moved to Vienna a few years ago.” The smallest of smiles touches her lips and she nods just so - her favorite song, Vienna, had been the inspiration for the move, Spencer tells her. A crack of thunder outside catches their attention and they both glance towards the window as rain starts pelting the window. Parker shifts to the side of the bed, laying down slowly and keeping her hold on Spencer’s hand.

    “Will you stay with me?” She whispers, and his heart breaks to see the fear in her eyes. He shifts to lay next to her and she tucks herself against his side, relaxing a little when he settles an arm around her and brushes his fingers through her hair.

    “Nothing could make me leave.” He whispers back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She closes her eyes and rests her hand on his chest, just over his heart. Settling his free hand over hers, he watches the rain for a moment before she whispers his name.

    “Read me something?” She asks quietly, glancing up at him.

    “I didn’t bring a book.” He murmurs, smiling a little when she laughs quietly.

    “Never stopped you before.” She hums, closing her eyes again. He hums back, brushing his thumb along her knuckles and closes his eyes for a moment, flipping through his mental bookshelf and selecting a volume - one that he remembers is one of her favorites. Poetry had always been a subject she enjoyed, and though her favorite is Emily Dickinson, he knows she loves Poe just as much.

    “It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea,” he begins, “that a maiden there lived whom you may know, by the name of Annabel Lee..”

    He’s finished Annabel Lee and is halfway through The Raven when he realizes she’s asleep, breathing slowly, deeply, peacefully. Settling the stark hospital blanket over the both of them, he closes his eyes and lets her breathing lull him into his own slumber.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. - William Shakespeare

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Voir Dire (N.H.): A fake dating OU about contracts, soulmates, and risking it all for love

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"Your table Mr. Horan," the waiter said with a gesture as he showed Niall and his date their seats. The table was secluded, but with just enough of a view that a few pap shots could be taken. The kind of shots that would keep the buzz of Niall's budding new romance with his music video star going after their first public appearance. 

Niall pulled out the chair for Krystal as she took a seat, taking a moment to flatten out the tight red dress she was wearing before sitting down.

"Fancy place," she noted, gazing around the room uncomfortably as if she wasn't quite sure what to say.

"It is," Niall agreed, joining her in surveying their surroundings. It was a fancy place: white table cloths, tux-claden waiters, bottles of wine that cost more than some people's paychecks. The place exuded celebrity status-but this place wasn't him.

No, if it was up to Niall, his first date would be a chill day watching the Derby game, a beer in hand and his ass firmly planted on his enormous couch. He was a simple man, and simple men didn't enjoy 3 Michelin Star restaurants where your $100 appetizer was barely more than a bite.

But this wasn't a first date Niall planned, nor was it a first date he wanted to be on. But he knew that there would be a lot more where these came from, that was for certain.

"Do you come here often?" Krystal asked, clearly trying to counter the awkward silence that had befallen them.

"It's only the place where I take all my fake girlfriends," Niall joked, and he watched as Krystal's previously nervous face broke into a small smile.

"You're funny," she laughed.

"That's what they always said," Niall replied with a chuckle.

"Oh, like your boyband role?" Krystal asked, taking a sip of the red wine the waiter had now placed in front of each of them.

"Something like that," Niall shrugged, taking a sip himself and hoping that a little bit of expensive alcohol would ease the gross feeling of going out on a fake date.

"Do you miss it? Being in a band?"

"That's a question I get asked a lot," Niall paused trying to think of the right answer.

"I miss parts of it. I miss always having someone else to tour with, someone who understands exactly what you are going through. But there's things I don't miss: like not being able to step foot outside the hotel without being ambushed by a group of screaming fans."

Krystal nodded in understanding. Niall knows that wasn't all of it. His feelings towards the band, and towards that question were much more complicated than that. But those feelings weren't something he shared willingly. Those were things he would only tell to someone he really trusted, someone who really understood him.

"But the fans," she continued, "You still get a lot of them chasing after you right? I mean people were going crazy for you on the red carpet."

"True, there's no real anonymity after your face has been plastered to a few hundred billboard and magazines."

"And here I was excited that my face made a Perez Hilton article," Krystal laughed.

Niall could tell she was still in the honeymoon phase of it all. The part where the celebrity world and all that came with it still felt like a fairytale, a new and exciting adventure. That first taste of fame that makes you feel so utterly important.

That was the part before you had days where you wished you could go to the grocery store unaccompanied, where you wished you could rant about what you wanted on Twitter without having to worry about how your words would be perceived. The part before you were told who you had to date in order to keep up appearances.

Niall realized that Krystal has been rambling on about when she first saw the news hit from their red carpet appearance, but none of her words had even been comprehended by Niall's brain. Instead, he found his mind drifting to an image of a brunette girl in a bar. The girl he wished was sitting across from him at this table right now.

He's snapped back to reality when he hears his name.

"Hmm?" he questioned, turning his gaze back to Krystal. He took a sip of his wine and silently prayed that whatever she had just asked was something that could be responded to without following the conversation.

"I said does Niall Horan's mother still save everything with her son's name on it," Kelsey laughed, it's a delicate yet boastful laugh. The kind of laugh that comes with a large amount of confidence and charisma.

"Ehhh, a lot of it ya." The mention of his mother makes Niall wonder what she would think of all of this, this great big act for publicity. She'd probably say things had gone too far, and Niall agreed- they had.

Their food arrived and Niall was grateful for at least a temporary lull in conversation. He turned his attention towards his filet mignon, sawing at the red meat before taking a small bite and letting the flavor wash over his palate.

"This is delicious," Krystal gestured at her plate of glazed chicken breast with her fork.

Niall nodded in agreement. "I suppose it's got its Michelin stars for a reason."

"Can I ask you something?" Krystal said suddenly, her voice turning serious.

"Ask away."

"The social media. Does it ever get to you?" Krystal's voice wavered a little with her question, a brief lapse in her otherwise confident persona. 

"You looked through the comments didn't you?" Niall asked, knowing exactly how that felt. Krystal nods slowly.

He remembered the first time he'd read a negative comment. Niall always thought he had tough skin, and he did, but there was something about someone who knew nothing about you feeling the need to say something utterly rude that really got to him. It showed him the sad truth about the world- that not everyone knows to treat others with kindness.

"I was looking at posts about the AMAs and our appearance, and one thing led to another and I was reading through the comments on a photo of us. It was all good until it wasn't. I know, I shouldn't let it get to me but.."

"No, no..there's nothing wrong with your reaction," Niall assured, watching as Krystal's face filled with surprise.

"It's what reminds me that we are human. I think people forget that on social media, but we are just people too."

"So what do you just swear off social media forever then?" Krystal laughed, pushing a piece of her golden hair behind her ear. It was the first time since they'd met that Niall had begun to realize that maybe she wasn't entirely some robot seasoned to become a superstar. Maybe underneath she was just someone chasing after a dream like he had been.

Maybe Niall had been too hard on Krystal. If they were going to be playing this role, they might as well get along doing it.

"I definitely try to limit it. But no, I could never swear it off- it's not all bad," Niall pulls out his phone and pulls up his twitter page, his notifications piled with mentions and tags.

"Whenever I go on, and I see something negative, I try to find something positive to follow. It's never hard, because for every negative thing that's said there's bound to be hundreds of other positive thoughts and comments. And then I stare at that good thing for awhile, and go about my day. It's all about reminding yourself of the positives, glass half-full if you would."

"You sound like an expert," Krystal noted.

"Considering I spent the better part of my teenage years trying to adapt to my new found fame, I learned a trick or two. You're never immune to it, but you can try to lessen the blow."

"Thank you," Krystal said with a smile. "They didn't exactly include dealing with your angry fans in part of the fake dating Niall Horan training manual."

Niall chuckled. "Can't believe they left that out."

A flash of a camera grabbed Niall's attention, and he spots a few photographers from outside the window. "And there's what we came for," he remarked apathetically.

"Might as well give them what they came for then," Krystal mused, seemingly locking her vulnerability away and switching back into her actress mode. She grabbed Niall's hand on top of the table and gave it a squeeze, leaning in slightly so their faces were inches away. 

Krystal took initiative, delving into a deep kiss which felt much like a calculated move than a romantic moment. And as Niall's lips moved hesitantly against Krystal's, he couldn't help compare it to the last kiss he'd shared with someone. A kiss that had felt far from forced.

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Kelsey was surprised when a familiar brunette head slid into the bar on a late Tuesday evening. Her heart fluttered a bit at the sight of him, but she tried to ignore it. Kelsey doubted he would even remember the awkward girl he spent a night with a few weeks prior.

Instead of greeting him, Kelsey continued to attend to her patrons at the bar. Watching out of the corner of her eye as her fellow bartender for the night, Tony, got Niall's order. She tried her best not to look over at him, lest his eyes might capture hers and pull her down the road she had desperately been trying to avoid. But as she pours the businessman in front of her another glass of whiskey, she feels as if eyes are lasering into her back.

Niall felt his pulse quicken when he spotted Kelsey's brunette waves behind the Manhattan bar. He hadn't expected her to be here, or maybe he had, but suddenly the idea of coming here seemed ridiculous.

It had seemed like a good idea earlier today, when Niall couldn't seem to locate his favorite black sweatshirt in his laundry bin. That's when he'd remembered the beautiful girl that he easily let waltz out of his apartment with.

Kelsey had been on his mind a lot throughout the past several weeks, but Niall had tried to rationalize with himself. Hanging out with another girl, even as friends, wouldn't be great for keeping up appearances. It could be a proper PR nightmare with just one paparazzi shot.

But then Niall had realized that he was thinking like Mr. Michaels and the Captial Team. The people that were pupeteering his life  by the minute. No, Niall couldn't let them control one more aspect of their life. If he wanted to be friends with someone he would be friends with them. And there's was nothing they could do about it.

"What can I get you sir?" A tall man with dark facial hair and a freshly buzzed head asked. Niall was a bit disappointed that Kelsey hadn't served him first but sighed and gazed across their beer collection.

"I'll have a pint of your most popular on tap," Niall declared. He glanced over to see Kelsey still blatantly avoiding his existence. Maybe she didn't want to see him and maybe this had been a disastrous idea.

Niall gave a nod of thanks when his beer is set down in front of him. He took a sip, wishing it was a pint of Guinness instead but trying to remind himself of the reason he was there in the first place.

Kelsey tried her best to pretend Niall wasn't sitting a few feet away. But when she had to add an empty glass sitting on the counter to the sink to be washed, she realized that this confrontation is going to be unavoidable. She took a deep breath and walked towards Niall, deciding that it would be up to him to acknowledge her presence

"Well aren't ya gonna say hello," Niall teased, watching as Kelsey came within a few feet of him with an empty whiskey glass in hand. He'd watched her painful attempt at avoiding him from across the bar. He wondered if this avoidance was the reason she hadn't even sent him a friendly text over the past couple of weeks. Maybe the chemistry he had felt from their encounter was all in his own head?

"Didn't think you'd remember me?" Kelsey stated, although by the way Niall was greeting her she doubted that was true.

"You think I came all the way to the Manhattan for a pint of this shitty upperclass beer? C'mon love."

Kelsey felt her cheeks flush. Niall had come all this way here to see her, which meant that in some way, she must have been on his mind as much as he was on hers.

"So you're a stalker now?" Kelsey laughed.

"Not a stalker, just a lad who was hoping fate would be on his side and you'd be working tonight. I thought you would call," Niall said, the disappointment raining from his voice.

"I thought we said the timing wasn't right," Kelsey argued back with a raise of her eyebrow. The truth was Kelsey had wanted to call, many times in fact. She'd spent several nights with her fingering hovering over Niall's contact in her phone, telling herself that maybe she should just give it a chance.

But then her rational side had kicked in, reminding her of how easily she could fall for someone like Niall, and how easily she could be hurt. So she'd closed out of her contacts list and threw her phone aside with a sigh, knowing that even being friends with someone like Niall could be dangerous for her heart.

But now he was here, sitting at her bar. His charm and glowing blue eyes seemingly enchanting her all over again. She watched as he scratched his head, as if trying to find an explanation for why he thought showing up would be a good idea.

"We did. But that doesn't mean we couldn't be friends? I mean, honestly Kelsey I can't remember the last time I got along with someone so well. I mean conversation with you is just so..."

"Natural," Kelsey finished for him.

"Exactly."

Kelsey grazed her eyes from Niall's hand on his beer up to his face. She wondered if being friends with Niall was really that bad of an idea. "So say I agreed to becoming your friend..." she paused, leaning against the bartop with her elbow. "What exactly would being your friend entail?"

"That's a good question," Niall replied, scratching his head. "I suppose it might include hanging out at my pool during these warm Los Angeles summers, and maybe if you're a good friend, an invite to my house party next weekend."

"A house party? That's the best you've got for me," she teased.

"Oh but this isn't just any house party Kelsey," Niall said dramatically. "This is a house party with a personal DJ, bartender and fancy catering. Maybe a celebrity sighting or two."

"Hmmm...." Kelsey murmured, feigning contemplation. There really wasn't much contemplation in her mind. What could it hurt to attend a house party with Niall or to attempt being his friend? It would clearly have his perks, and she figured if she saw this friendship ending in another heartbreak, she could easily bail.

"Suppose at some point I might be able to get you some passes to performances," Niall added, beginning to sound more like a salesman than someone looking for a friend.

"So your bribing me to be your friend now?" Kelsey teased.

"I just want you to see all the benefits our friendship could have," Niall responded.

"Benefits?" Kelsey grinned, watching Niall flounder at his poor choice of words.

"More like perks. Being my friend would be fun you see. But if being friends with the annoying Irish lad isn't your thing, I get that too."

"I guess I could agree to it. A strict friendship that is."

"Friendship it is," Niall replied, holding out a hand for Kelsey to shake. He couldn't help but grasp Kelsey's hand a second too long before letting go. He gave Kelsey a cheeky smile and she smiled back, although in her head she's wondering if she's made some terrible mistake.

Kelsey fell hard and she fell fast, and there were few guys in her history of dating that had managed to stay in the friend zone. But this was before Kelsey's heart had been broken. Now, she knew better than to let her feelings get in the way. A friendship was the perfect solution.

"Can I text you then?" Niall asked, pulling out his iPhone. Kelsey pulled out hers as well, typing quickly with a smirk on her face.

Niall's phone vibrated in his hand as he received the notification of a new text message.

Hi friend 👋

When he looks back up, Kelsey is back to work, refilling the drink of another angry looking businessman in a suit. Niall smiled to himself, taking another sip of his very mediocre beer. Maybe this hadn't been a mistake after all.

Tags: @awomanindeniall @ihearthemcallingforyou @niall-is-my-dream

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Silence in Atlas 19/?

Once more, this is a dark take on Volume 7 from a Bumbleby standpoint. It has scenes of graphic violence. If there are any specific trigger warnings I will specify it. 

HI THERE! This chapter is the longest one yet. I don’t know if I’ll be able to upload on the weekend so I put an extra effort in this one. There’s a note at the end that I would appreciate you reading AFTER YOU FINISH THE CHAPTER :) THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT :D I really want to know your opinion on this one. ONWARDS! 

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Yang and Ruby sat on the hospital’s cafeteria. They both had a soft drink in front of them as they tried to talk about anything but tragedy. Ironwood had sent an officer to get Blake’s statement on her kidnaping and protocol stated no one could be in the room with her. Yang made it clear she had no intention of leaving her girlfriend alone with a stranger. Blake, however, told her it was fine and that she would be okay. The officer seemed like a kind woman but the blonde was still feeling uneasy about the whole thing. In the end she obliged and called her sister. Maybe Ruby could help her relax.

“So Weiss told Ironwood that if he didn’t do something about her dad he would regret it” the younger one said with a grin. “We have very good hints about the relic and it seems Ozpin is coming back slowly. He’s been giving Oscar some advice. We still don’t know if we can fully trust him but we need him”

“That is good to hear” Yang replied. “Not about Ozpin though” she laughed a bit. She was going to have a hard time making peace with the fact her former principal had lied to them but she knew Ruby was right. They needed him. It was hard to think about their mission when her priorities had changed so much. First Blake. Then the rest of the world.

“By the way, sis… What happened to your hand?” Ruby asked. She had noticed the day before but preferred not to ask. Things were already complicated enough.  

“You want the truth or what I told Blake?” Yang snickered.

“The truth” she replied with a serious face.

“I punched a wall until I broke two fingers”

“WHAT?” Ruby exclaimed “Why?”

“I was angry because…” she stopped. Was she really going to tell Ruby that her friend was probably sexual assaulted? “I spoke to Doctor Yu about Blake’s analysis and what they did to her”

“I understand but hurting yourself is not going to do any good”

“I know” she replied “I just needed to fight something”. What she really needed was to kill a couple of Traders. Maybe that would give her peace of mind.

“Have you called Blake’s parents yet?” Ruby asked. She recalled her sister telling her about the conversation she had with them and how they asked to be notified if anything happened. Now their daughter was awake and they deserved to know.

“Not yet” Yang replied. “I want to ask Blake first if she wants to talk to them…” she spoke without thinking and then reality hit her. She lowered her gaze. “If she wants to call them I mean… She can’t really talk to them right?”

Silence.

“You are learning sign language” the team leader stated to break the tension. The blonde looked up.

“Yeah, how do you know?” she asked, perplexed at the fact her little sister knew her plan.

“I saw your book the other day” Ruby revealed with a small grin. Yang blushed.  

“I know she’ll get her voice back eventually. I mean, if they could make this” she said, moving her mechanical arm. “I don’t think repairing her vocal chords is impossible but… It will take time. I just want to make things more comfortable for her. So if we both learn some sign language it will be… easier for her, you know?”

“You really love her, don’t you?” Ruby inquired with a smile. She had always known. Back when they met Blake she didn’t miss the way her sister looked at the faunus. Why had she picked her in particular to try and socialize? There were lots of other students but she had chosen the quiet girl reading a book. Then, as time passed, she had seen the bond between them grow and get stronger. When Blake left she knew Yang’s heart was broken and it made her so happy when team RWBY was finally reunited. After everything with Adam she thought both women would finally be able to investigate their feelings and live their love. They couldn’t of course. Blake was taken and life wasn’t fair.

Yang looked at her sister with wide open eyes. She didn’t expect her to make such a direct question, even if they both knew the answer. Yes, of course she loved her. Blake meant the world to her. She had dated before, nothing serious, and now she understood why she could never feel complete with anyone else. Blake was her destiny. She had never believed in soulmates but she had no doubt there was no one else on Remnant she could love like she loved Blake.  

“I do” she replied finally and her sister smiled as she held her hands over the table.

“You make such a cute couple” Ruby said with a grin, her face turning serious as she continued speaking. “I hate that you’ve had to go through this. It’s horrible and I wished there was more we could do to help”.

“You’ve done more than enough, sis” Yang replied as she placed a hand on her sister’s shoulder. She was so glad to have Ruby. 

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“Blake! My baby, how are you feeling?” Kali asked. They had video called them using the scroll tablet so the faunus could communicate with her parents. Yang was at the window, her back against the wall. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Kali and Ghira. She felt so guilty about what had happened.

“Are they treating you well in the hospital?” Blake nodded at  her father’s question.

“I’m so sorry all of this happened to you. You know you can come back home to get better, right?” Kali suggested. Blake moved her head sideways and wrote using the tablet.

“I still have things to do. I’m a huntress”

“I know, sweetie but you are hurt. You need to take time and heal”. Yang tried to imagine a scenario where Blake left for Menagerie. She’d go with her. Fuck the mission. Fuck Salem. But Blake moved her head sideways once more.

“I can heal here. You take care of the White Fang” she wrote.

“Okay, Blake, whatever you think is best” Ghira replied. “But we will go to Atlas as soon as their borders are open. We spoke to Ironwood and he said he’d try to make an exception for us but it won’t be easy. Damn politics”

The conversation went on for a while, Blake’s parents telling her about the advances they had with the White Fang, cleaning up their image after everything Adam had done. Yang was silent, looking at her girlfriend’s reactions. She looked happy to be talking with her parents and it made her feel so much joy. When she had rescued Blake she had wondered if she would ever be the same. Now she had faith there was a way out.

“So, before we end the call, sweetie, could I speak to Yang?” Kali asked. The mention of her name got her by surprise. Blake looked at her and called her with a hand gesture. She walked slowly towards the bed until she was within the camera’s range.

“Hello” she said timidly. Her heart was beating fast.

“Hello, Yang” Kali said with a smile. Was she not angry at her? “I wanted to apologize. When you called  us we were really frightened about what had happened and…”

“We feel we were too severe with you” Ghira continued. Was this really happening? “We’re sorry and please, take care of our girl”

“I will. Always” she replied. Blake’s parents looked at each other with a knowing look.

“That is good to hear. Take care both of you” Kali said.

“You too” Blake wrote on the scroll tablet.

Once the call was over Yang sat down on her chair. She hadn’t expected them to be so nice to her. Had they really said they were sorry? A part of her wanted them to be angry. Everything had been her fault and it didn’t matter how many times or how many people told her otherwise, she knew. She felt it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel glad this had happened. Maybe there was a way to have a good relationship with them. She knew it would make Blake happy if they did. She turned to look at her girlfriend and saw her holding the book on sign language.

“Want to practice?” Yang asked and the faunus nodded.

After a couple of hours of study they were both pretty tired. Blake was a quick learner. Yang not so much but she put a lot of effort to be in the same level as the faunus. They were advancing a very good pace and it made the blonde very happy. They would be able to communicate without the scroll tablet eventually.

“I think it’s enough for today” Yang said, leaving the book on the table. “My brain can’t handle any more signs”

Blake stared at her and placed a hand near her face with her fingers bent inwards. Then she moved it forwards as she brought the tips of her fingers together. It took Yang a while to understand.

“Outside” she said. “You want to go outside?” Blake nodded.

“I’ll have to ask Doctor Yu first” the blonde replied and the faunus lowered her ears. “I’m pretty sure he’ll say yes”

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Yang pushed her girlfriend out of the room on a wheelchair. Doctor Yu had said there was no problem with going out for a bit but he made it clear the faunus should do the least amount of exercise. Her body was still very weak. However, even if she couldn’t walk it was nice to leave the room. Blake was growing tired of being in bed. They were going to the hospital’s garden. It was really close but at least it was outside. It was a beautiful sunny day even thought it was cold.

As they made their way through the hallways, Blake realized there were many other faunus in the hospital. More than likely rescued from the mines just like her. She recognized some of them and it made her happy their nightmare was over too. She was looking around when time itself stopped for a second. She saw her. Her eyes went wide. Was this possible? Brown hair. Light blue eyes. Small bear ears on the top of her head. She turned around and asked Yang to stop in sign language.

“What is it?” the blonde replied. Blake took out her scroll tablet and wrote a single word.

“Agape?” Yang called, not fully understanding what was going on. Blake nodded and pointed towards a girl on wheelchair. “Agape!” the blonde called. The bear faunus raised her head and looked at them. A man and a woman, probably her parents, turned around as well.

“Blake!” Agape said, moving closer to them on her chair, her parents right behind her. Yang looked at her girlfriend only to realize she was crying. Who was this girl? When both faunus were close enough they hugged tightly, even if they were both in wheelchairs and it was uncomfortable it didn’t matter. They couldn’t believe the other one was alive.

“We made it” Agape said as they broke the hug. They looked at each other with disbelief. “I was barely alive when they found me but the doctors in the airship brought me back” she smiled shyly. Then, as if she had just noticed her presence, the bear faunus looked at Yang.

“And you must be girlfriend, Yang, huntress.” the girl added smiling, recalling the words her friend wrote in the ground when they were both in hell.

“Yeah” she replied blushing. Apparently Blake had told this girl about her and had actually called her girlfriend.

“We are so thankful to you” Agape’s mother said looking at Blake. “She told us how you both took care of each other in that horrible place. Thank you, Blake”. The alluded one nodded and then turned around to say something to her girlfriend in sign language.

“She says you are welcome and… I’m sorry, baby what was that last one?” Blake held her scroll tablet and wrote something and turned it towards Yang. “Oh! She says you should be proud of her” Blake nodded.

“I’m just glad this nightmare is over” Agape’s dad said, placing a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “It was nice to meet you both. We have an appointment with the neurologist so we gotta hurry”.

“I’m tired of doctors” Agape added. “But I want to go back to normal. They don’t know if I will walk again but… I’m alive right?” she smiled, her light blue eyes bright with tears she wouldn’t allow to fall. They said their farewells and went their separate ways. As they got closer to the garden Yang couldn’t stop thinking about the last thing Agape said. Back to normal. She looked at the scar in Blake’s throat, still pretty evident. Was that even a possibility? The faunus turned around to face her. She placed her hands over her chest, both palms facing her body, and moved them in a circular motion.

“You’re happy?” Blake nodded, smiling. She thought her friend was dead. She even said it to the officer that took her statement that morning. She hadn’t asked about her before because she was afraid of what they would say. At least until she knew the truth she could pretend Agape was alive. Now she knew. She was here. They had both made it somehow.

“I’m so glad to hear that, baby” the blonde replied. Things would never go back to what they were but maybe they could find their new normal and learn to be okay with it. Maybe one day even be happy.

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DONT READ THIS IF YOU AREN’T DONE WITH THE CHAPTER 

Note: I know this might come as a surprise since I placed a trigger warning when Agape “died”. This was always my plan, to have her come back. HOWEVER, I take trigger warnings very seriously (I have friends that have gone through traumatic things and I’ve seem the react to some things due to that) so I had to put it. I knew the scene would read as a death either way so I wanted to be sure. I’m sorry if the warning made it seem like this wouldn’t happen. Maybe I could have presented it in another way that didn’t seem like I’m contradicting myself but didn’t find it back then. So yeah, she’s here :) 

[sseanight]

Jeon Jungkook Fics Recommendation

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[ ❥ ] = Favorite

Kim Namjoon  — Kim Seokjin  — Min Yoongi  — Jung Hoseok  — Park Jimin  — Kim Taehyung

♠ Our Little Secret; angst

You and Jungkook were never supposed to end up together – he was your brothers best friend. It was frowned upon. But there were some feelings that you could just simply not keep at bay.

♠ The Perfect Husband; angst, romance, drama

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9

Not as cliché as it may seems.

♠ Undo; angst, smut

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 finale

You weren’t supposed to feel anything for him, especially since he already had a girlfriend.

♠ Pick Up the Pieces; angst, drama

“He never love her and it was just a one time thing”. That’s what they told about.

♠ All of Me; angst, drama

He’s taking you for granted. Again.

♠ Golden Daddy; smut

Jungkook’s tired of you seeing him simply as your best friend’s brother, so he decides to show you exactly who he is.

[ ❥ ] Lowkey; smut

Jungkook is the nude model for your art school’s life drawing class.

♠ Comfort Inn Ending; angst, smut

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 finale

It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.

[ ❥ ] Duvet Days & Vanilla Ice Cream; fluff, angst

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Sick of waiting to fulfill your dream of becoming a mother, you stumble across an interesting site called bundlesofjoy.

[ ❥ ] Fierce and Delicate; angst

part 1 | part 2 finale

Jungkook and you had been brought in two different worlds. Jungkook living an unfortunate life and you being controlled by her parents all her life. Despite the imperfect relationship, they completed each other like a puzzle there is.

♠ Sated (ft. BTS); heavy smut

Sin. There’s nothing more.

♠ Moan Wars (ft. Yoongi); smut, a little fluff

After being forced to listen to Yoongi and his girlfriend fucking loudly in the room next to his, Jungkook decides that two can play that game.

   ♠ Business (ft. Taehyung); smut

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Discussing business over drinks with Jungkook and Taehyung turns into a night you won’t forget.

♠  Sounds; smut

You’re taking a very interesting course this semester —sound psychology, and jeon jungkook, being the fuckboy he’s always been, has an idea to record you while having sex for the assignment which was given.

[ ❥ ] 2! 3!; fluff. smut

The one at the end of Jungkook’s Wembley Vlive.

♠ Demon Dickin’ Down; demon!au, smut

Every year, on one special night of october, the sex demon hotline is available for any human who wishes to call; and this time, their senior scout is on the field.

♠ Late; angst

part 1 | part 2 finale

With a battle of words taking place in your head, and taking advice and opinions from your brother and his friends, you finally decide to confess to your best friend just as the same time as he does, except for something else.

♠ Regret; angst

part 1 | part 2 finale

Jungkook has been your husband for 3 months now, and when he gets back from work one day, he is cranky, speaking one of the regretful things he could ever say to you.

♠ Accusations; angst

You’re met your best friend after years of separation, and you continue to meet him. This particularly pisses Jungkook off.

♠ Grade; fluff, smut

Maybe getting bad grades once in a while is awarding.

♠ Redemption; angst

You left Korea and three years later you come back with your daughter and he tries to win you back.

♠ Let me; prince!au, fluff

part 1 | part 2 finale

Prince Jungkook always comes into the kitchen for late night snacks and you are the new kitchen staff. 

♠ (1) Missed Call; idol!au, smut

He never has time to pick up his phone while on tour, so you leave him innocent voicemails instead. But, when did your mundane voicemails suddenly get so interesting?

♠ Love is Not Over; dad!au, angst

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 finale  

Our love is not over.

♠ Tick Tock; soulmate!au, fluff

Where in there is a timer on your wrist which tells you exactly when you’ll meet your soulmate.

♠ Who Am I to You; angst

part 1 | part 2 finale

You were so easily forgotten.

[ ❥ ] Rules; high school!au, fluff, smut

part 1 | part 2 finale

He had one rule and one rule only; no dating in high school, but something might have happened to that rule, and that something might be you.

♠ Eavesdrop; angst

Hearing jungkook say he’s breaking up with you.

♠ Jealousy; angst, fluff

With jungkook being on tour, he couldn’t help but miss you. when a picture of you and a guy he’s unfamiliar with surfaces the internet, he’s furious. 

♠ A Mess (ft. Min Yoongi); smut, fluff

Maybe it was a good thing you lost that bet to Yoongi. The punishment was cruel, but it lead you to a threesome with him and your crush so… yay for that.

♠ One Time Thing; smut

“It could be a one-time thing really. No strings attached. Besides, we won’t see each other for another year basically.”

♠ Lost Track of Time; angst

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 finale

You were mad, but he was out of patience.

♠ Smile with Me; angst, fluff

You were having a bad day, but you didn’t want Jungkook to worry. However, Jungkook did worry and he wanted nothing more but for you to smile again.

♠ Rumor Has It; angst, fluff

You built up walls to prevent the rumors from getting to you, but now they came crumbling down.

♠ Dream; angst, fluff

Jungkook had been spending a lot of time with you lately, and Namjoon finally thought it was time to confront him about it.

[ ❥ ] The Kids Aren’t Alright; smut, fluff, slightly angst

Sneaking around with Jeongguk during your Christian retreat is complicated when you’re both dedicated to your jobs as co-youth group counselors at your father’s ministry.

[ ❥ ] The Elite; smut, angst, fluff

intro | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

Jeon Jungkook is the son of a billionaire with a bad boy image and harsh demeanour. Y/N comes from humble beginnings, having lived a sheltered life unfamiliar to the dark world she is thrown into when her and Jungkook meet.

[ ❥ ] Bad For You; romance, smut

His whole presence emits sin and danger, and you’re not supposed to be attracted to him on the first glance.

[ ❥ ] About Time (ft. Park Jimin); time travel!au, angst

Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?

[ ❥ ] Our Little Secret; smut, angst

“Desperate lips molded against his, and in the kiss, you tried to convey your feelings for him. You tried to tell him that despite whatever decision you made, you couldn’t let him go. You were literally so in over your head for him and you knew you were fucked—but you didn’t care.”

[ ❥ ] Take My Hand; angst, fluff

In which you lose your memory in a car crash, and Jungkook desperately tries to keep both of your lives intertwined. this in itself proves to be a challenge, especially when you can only remember him as the idol you once adored from afar.

♠ Overtime; ceo!au, smut

In which an awkward first encounter with your new boss gives Jeon Jungkook all the more reason to make your job an interesting experience.

♠ Exchanges; spiderman!au, fluff, smut

In which Jeon Jungkook is that friendly neighborhood superhero, you’re the face in the hallway that saved his high school career, and he can’t ever seem to get a grip around you. Even when he makes you scream after a fated accident—not for the reason you may be thinking; get the thought out of your head.

♠ My Beauty, My Blood; mafia!au, single parent!au, fluff, angst, smut

With Namjoon out of the picture, Jeongguk has to step up and be the sole successor to the organization laid out before him. However, guilt doesn’t escape him very easily, and neither does your persistence. 

[ ❥ ] Heartbeat (ft. Min Yoongi); angst, smut

part 1 | part 2 finale

You fell in love with a boy who was in love with music, and you weren’t sure if he was capable of loving you the same way. This thought should’ve caused you to move away from him; but, if anything, it just drew you closer.

♠ The Millionaire and His Lover; fluff, angst, smut

Over the course of your lifelong friendship with jungkook, you can’t say that you’ve ever had the greatest ideas, and a fake relationship with the boy you’ve been in love with for years is no exception.

♠ Just Friends; angst, smut

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 finale

Jeon Jungkook was many things. He was an asshole, a tease, and kind of an inconsiderate roommate. But most of all, he’s your best friend and has been since you were 10. When he suddenly confesses his attraction to you and proposes sleeping together, you are smart enough to turn him down. You knew Jungkook; you knew how he moved from one girl to the next. You, too, were many things, but just another notch in Jungkook’s belt was something you’d never be.

♠ Since Day One; werewolf!au, fluff, smut

You’ve been friends for years, and when Jungkook decides to take on boxing gigs to earn some extra cash, you’re apprehensive about it but decide to support him nonetheless. It was your role as his designated best friend. But one night, during the first fight that you decide to attend as his supporter, everything completely changes.

♠ Diamond in the Rough; fluff, angst, smut

part 1 | part 2 finale

When a business heir from Busan, Jeon Jungkook, meets you, a poor girl from Daegu, he doesn’t expect to fall as quickly as he does. He’s been told for his entire life to avoid Daegu, a town riddled with gangs and a history of a brutal murder in Busan, but he can’t stay away from you, even when he’s warned that you’re not good enough for him.

♠ Banter; super!au, roommate!au, fluff

Ironically, some of your best moments are with your archnemesis, the man who you literally fight every other day. But the two of you might be closer than you originally thought.

♠ Stubborn Love; modern-day royalty!au, bodyguard!au, angst, smut

Love is not a choice, this much you knew. for a girl like you, neither was marriage. married off to a prince, you had the life most girls would dream of. but your dream didn’t end with prince charming. yours ended with your loyal bodyguard that you could never have.

♠ Sweather Weather; fluff

When Jungkook comes back from a run and you have the audacity to laugh at his admittedly bad decision to go outside in the rain, he makes sure to take his revenge.

♠ D.Va; smut, angst

It’s a pretty important day for you but Jungkook doesn’t seem to think so.

♠ Navy; childhood bestfriend!au, idol!au, angst

part 1 | part 2 finale

When you thought you’d be making music with your best friend, Jungkook, like how you’ve always promised each other but he seems to have other plans.

♠ T&S; fluff

Toddlers have always hated Jungkook and Jungkook have always hated toddlers.

[ ❥ ] Escape; angst, fluff

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 6.5 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 finale

Everyone has a number over their heads that says how useful they are to society from 0-100. You have a number ‘4’. You leave the city for some peace but you meet your cocky neighbour who seems to get on your nerves.

♠ Sweet Saccharine; fluff, angst

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Trying your best to stay afloat in a ruthless city, you decide to join the sugar bowl. Who knew the sugar baby business would be this exciting?

♠ Curiosity; smut

When innocent Jungkook comes to you with a not-so-innocent question, you decide it’s easier to just demonstrate.

♠ Fear is Forever; werewolf!au, fluff, angst

Fear in your eyes | Forever and a night

There’s a werewolf in that forest behind your house, they told you, and he’ll eat you before you can even beg for mercy.

♠ The Wedding Planners; fluff, smut, angst

Jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend Hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly Jeon Jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding.

[ ❥ ]   Énouement; mulan!au

War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook.

♠ Prodigy; teacher!au, smut

“Could you just close the door and come over here? You have no reason to rush out, I didn’t post your grade. I want to discuss it in person.”

You swallowed hard at his words but did as you were told, closing the classroom door and going over to his desk. He was looking through the stack of students’ sketchbooks on his desk, presumably for your own. He pulled one of of the stack and laid it in the middle of his desk, and you froze.

You could feel all color draining from your face once you noticed which sketchbook he had pulled out of the pile. There was a Hello Kitty sticker stuck to the top right corner of it, indicating it was your sketchbook.

Your personal sketchbook.

[ ❥ ] Cardiovascular Palpitations; doctor!au, fwb!au, fluff, angst, smut

part 1 | part 2 finale | sequel

It was complicated. But it worked. You two were doctors, cardio surgeons at that. Complicated was usual, it was your business, your work, your lifestyle. And neither of you had time for an actual relationship, for the hours of work for writing heartfelt letters or planning dates out on the beach. Both you and Jeongguk needed quickies in the stockroom, someone to dress up and look hot so he can get revenge on his ex, someone to give a blow job or finger you to relax your nerves before an important presentation, someone to understand the burdens and harsh lifestyle of being a doctor. And somehow in that chaos, you’d found each other and it worked out.

[ ❥ ] Boys Like Him, Girls Like Her; fluff, smut, angst

prequel | part 1 | part 2 finale

Bad boys are bad, they said. And they don’t deserve girls like you, they said. But all you wanted to do was give Jeon Jungkook a chance.

♠ Sleepover; fluff, smut

Jungguk is your best friend’s little brother who invites you to have a sleepover at his place. Nothing can happen, right?

♠ Drunk; alcoholic!au, angst

part 1 | part 2

You fell in love with Jungguk so hard thinking he’s everything you’ve ever wanted. But there’s a one catch – he’s an alcoholic.

♠ Blacklisted (ft. Jeon Jungkook); smut, angst

After departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.

♠ Tattooed Two (ft. Jeon Jungkook); smut, angst, fluff

Your boyfriend’s best friend joins you for a night you’ll never forget.

[ ❥ ] Tachycardia; doctor!au, fluff, smut

When you’d signed your consent for any medical interns to assist your doctor on your routine check-up, all you were expecting was some nerdy, awkward, fresh-out-of-med-school graduate. What you actually got was a man who’d won the genetic lottery in every way possible…and an awful case of butterflies.

[ ❥ ] A Fallen Bookmark on a Thursday Afternoon; angst, fluff

He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine. It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons. As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless. That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

[ ❥ ] The Blue Princess and her Red Rose; prince!au, fantasy, angst, fluff, smut

After all, he was her red rose, while she was just another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria.

♠ Brother’s best friend; smut

In which Y/n owns a smut blog dedicated to her crush and brother’s best friend, jungkook. it was all fun and games until he finds out about it and acts it out with you.

♠ Room 109; alpha!au, smut

Having Jungkook as your apartment buddy was a lot to get used to. But with one early day, your heat comes up much stronger than usual, and you were desperate for an alpha’s touch.

♠ This Must Be My Dream; fluff, angst

You swore you would never fall for another boy in a rock and roll band. You were doing fine until Jungkook comes into your life with his sweet melodies and even sweeter kisses.

♠ Break the Ice; fluff, smut, angst

There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny: 1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3. And most importantly, have fun!

♠ Nochu Unsolved; comedy, smut

Cryptid hunting with your boyfriend doesn’t go quite as planned…

[popunktomlinson]

summer ‘19 fic rec

so i read a lot of fanfic this summer and mostly just made this for myself for reference but figured i would publish it if anyone wants some fic recs!! 

RE-READS

Young & Beautiful - Velvetoscar (227k)

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

Special Topping - LoadedGunn (13k)

'Who would even want so many pizzas so late at night?' Harry wonders before the door opens.

Oh. Apparently short guys with shaggy brown hair and a scruff and bright blue eyes and heart-stopping smiles. That's who.

Harry's not even ashamed of how he nearly drops all the pizzas. This guy is gorgeous and Harry hasn't noticed anyone like that in ages, let alone provided services to them. If he opened his mouth right now the only thing that would come out is, "By special topping did you mean my dick?"

Or, the AU where Harry delivers pizza and Louis really just wants Tim Gunn to spank him.

Do You Wanna - Randominity (12k)

"I got a question for you, mate," the lad says. "You wanna make a quick fifty quid?" (*PWP)

I Had The Life Of Ordinary, I Spat It Out - TableForThree (22k)

Harry Styles falls asleep a sixteen year old boy nervous about his upcoming X-Factor audition that could make or break his career. He wakes up a twenty-six year old man with a husband and two children, and no recollection of the past ten years.

These Inconvenient Fireworks - wontsitstill (190k)

Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one another eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.

Red Brick Heart - hazmesentir (98k)

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.

Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted.

Unbelievers - isthatyoularry (136k)

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

NEW READS

As You Are - Zarah5 (139k)

AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It's also against his contract.

rivers ‘til i reach you - embodied (29k)

AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn't be complicated (spoiler: it is).

Born to Make You Happy - objectlesson (25k)

Harry makes a quiet vow to himself that he will be the very best girlfriend Louis has ever had, even if he never actually gets to be Louis’s girlfriend.

Swallow The Knife - whoknows (76k)

“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”

And That’s The Tea - 2tiedships2 (27k)

I’d like an Earl Grey with milk and sugar, please.

Or, the one where Louis loses his soulmate before even getting the chance to meet them, and he is in no way prepared for the kind of distraction his new friend Harry proves to be.

You Know It’s Christmas (My Heart Is Open Wide) - messofgorgeouschaos (21k)

In which Louis is a cast member at Saturday Night Live, and a past airport encounter comes back to haunt him before their Christmas episode.

blue is all i’ve ever really known - coffeelouis (5k)

In order to keep things "light and breezy," Louis and Harry have established a comprehensive set of rules which will ensure they don't screw up their professional working relationship with this date they're (finally) going on.

Absolutely nothing could go wrong.

[or, the BROOKLYN NINE-NINE AU that no one asked for and I wrote anyway]

Once Upon A Time - objectlesson (26k)

“M’not gonna half-ass our fake relationship,” Louis almost snaps, voice sharp with a defensive edge, like Harry wandered too close to a bruise with needy fingers. “Now kiss me again. We’re gonna make every shitty tourist here wish they had stayed in the Midwest. We’re gonna burn Disneyland down with our gay. ”

Harry shuts his eyes and opens his mouth, because he can’t fucking say no to Louis.

Or, a fake dating AU where everyone is lying and they happen to be at the Happiest Place on Earth.

Make Your Words A Weapon - HelloAmHere (36k)

There’s no single path forward from the connection, no truth other than the truth that the person whose words you carry is out there, an undefined something that you’re going to have to deal with.

In whatever way you can possibly deal with meeting the stranger who's always been there, and always been missing.

OR: Louis is a music critic, Harry is a rockstar, soulmates are destiny but no one ever said destiny was easy, music is everything.

Drawn to You - lulullawrence (8k)

It had started with Louis getting in trouble for coloring on himself when he hadn’t touched a felt tip pen the entire day. Through the years, the random drawings had evolved and changed. There was a period in sixth form when his soulmate must have gotten shy or something, because the drawings only happened after school hours and in places that others wouldn’t be as likely to see. The inside of his bicep, his thigh. A couple times he even had drawings appear on his ribcage. While he didn’t mind those few years, he did seem somewhat soothed when they began to appear on his left arm again. He’d missed them.

Or that completely self indulgent soulmates au that plays out in not always romantic ways.

i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved - werebothstubborn (8k)

Louis manages to look apologetic as he licks slobbery circles around Harry's palm until he lets go. “Pretend to be my boyfriend,” he says, dramatically gulping in as much air as he can breathe.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Even Your Honey Dew - objectlesson (9k)

It probably says something about Harry that he’s so obsessed with another omega’s arse.

Powerless (and I Don’t Care It’s Obvious) - objectlesson (4k)

“Oh no, Lou, don’t make me laugh,” he whimpers. His Ribena-purple mouth twists into a glorious, breakable shape, and Louis’s heart stops. He should not be getting turned on by Harry’s full-bladder discomfort, his little twitches, his hips-stuttering. And yet.

Only One at the Finish Line - objectlesson (9k)

“What don’t I know?!” Louis shouts, and then Harry is rounding on him, close enough that he can feel the heat of his body, the rage and the glory and the pain of it so close that it blinds him.

“I want to be another alpha’s omega,” is what he says, and it comes out like something reckless, something wild. Like he doesn't care anymore if Louis hates him or not, if Louis understands, he just needs to speak his truth aloud to darkness, to the slender pines that surround them like a jury panel.

Take Me Under the Blue - objectlesson (19k)

Louis hasn’t even seen his legs yet. He doesn’t know how they work or how long they’ll be. Maybe they won’t suit the rest of Harry at all, and he’ll have to grow into them or something. It doesn’t matter; Louis has loved Harry for a year with scales, so he can’t imagine wonky legs putting a damper on his attraction.

He supposes he’ll just have to find out. In the meantime, he wonders how the fuck he got here, in his squelching wellies about to save the love of his life from the sea and take him to bed and bang him for the very first time.

It’s sort of a long story.

Life Saver - objectlesson (30k)

Louis is a sweetheart punk with a theater background and a heart of gold, Harry is an inexperienced nerd who plays by the rules. Classmates, lab partners, and eventually friends, what happens when Louis knows he’s in love, but doesn’t know how tell Harry?

you are half of me (and I am all for you) - angelichl (24k)

One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia.

Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he?

Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing in front of crowds that grow in size each night, and falling in love on the road during the greatest summer of their lives.

say that you can see me (i’ll speak up i swear) - coffeelouis (20k)

“Well, it’s not like anyone really RSVPs,” Liam defends when Harry turns back to him, “No one takes Facebook events seriously.” Harry rolls his eyes, still finding it within himself to get annoyed in his moment of panic. Liam has been complaining about the lack of accountability Facebook events have bred in their generation since their freshman year. Harry glances back to the gallery entrance. Yep, still there and moving closer.

“But aren’t you guys friends?” Harry asks, trying to convey the urgency in his tone.

“Well, I mean, I talk to him when he stops by the office for supplies sometimes,” Liam reasons, “But I wouldn’t say we’re friends, exactly. Maybe more like, friendly acquaintances?”

[or, the liberal arts COLLEGE AU where Harry knows Louis as the best friend of the boy he has been hopelessly in love with for years now and Louis knows Harry as the boy he wished would look away from Zayn long enough to notice him.]

Let Our Hearts Collide - crinkle-eyed-boo (76k)

When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. In the Paynes, Harry finds the big family he's always longed for...and a love he never saw coming.

A While You Were Sleeping AU

Head Over Heels - Sasparella76 (26k)

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are both up and coming editors at Cowell Publishing. Louis thinks Harry is brilliant at his job and beyond gorgeous. It’s just a pity that Harry is also the most annoying man Louis has ever met.

just one look (and i fell so hard) - disgruntledkittenface (15k)

Harry has wanted to go to the Shubert Theatre ever since he moved to New York and lucked into a rent-controlled apartment just outside of the Theatre District. When he finally gets his chance, he hopes the night can meet his sky-high expectations. But the last thing he could have expected was the man seated next to him.

Golden Like Sands of Time - afirethatcannotdie (51k)

“You need to change this one,” Zayn says, pointing to number six. “It’s unrealistic. It needs to be something you can actually achieve.” “What’s unachievable about a summer romance?” Harry asks, offended. “Nothing, it’s just… what if it doesn’t happen?” Harry pouts. He can totally have a summer romance. It’s just about finding the right person. “What about… kiss a stranger?” "Perfect."

waiting for the tides to meet - anonymous (60k)

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Lightning Strikes Twice - dinosaursmate (104k)

Louis slipped his hand onto Harry’s thigh, snaking his fingers up and inwards. “I’m a big fan. You’re so talented, and I have to admit that I actually fancy you a bit.” “Yeah?” Harry reached up to push Louis’ fringe out of his eyes. “Well, you know, I like to try and be accommodating to my fans.” “You’re quite well known for that,” Louis whispered as he turned his head some more, their mouths an inch apart. “So I hear.” --- Rock star Harry Styles was nineteen when he met Louis, a groupie with a huge heart that Harry couldn’t quite shake from his mind. Fate granted him a second chance at the age of sixty, his washed up and lonely existence being transformed by a widower with a bookshop.

Make Tea, Not War - adventuring + howdoyouwhisk (20k)

"Hopeless, hopeless flatmate. Would you rather be with one of these guys?"

"Nope!"

Or: Louis attempts to become a better flatmate, much to Harry's dismay.

Ain’t That A Kick In The Head! - lesbianharrie + wreckingtomlinson (22k)

In which Harry’s a disaster gay who doesn’t know shit about soccer, Liam drinks too many blue raspberry Coolattas, Niall knows everyone, Zayn looks dead, and Louis is Not Happy about sharing his breakout moment with “Drunk Hawaiian Guy.”

Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat - angelichl (34k)

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

Life At Shutter Speed - zarah5 (20k)

AU. Having landed a job modelling for an outdoor clothing catalogue, Harry certainly wouldn’t mind doing some extracurricular work for photographer Louis Tomlinson. Say, a private photo session? Yes, please? Good thing that Harry has ten days and three beautiful locations -- Morocco, Indonesia and the Swiss Alps -- to make Louis see just how good they could be.

stars are guiding me back - coffeelouis (80k)

Directing the first ever season of The Bachelor with a bisexual star is a huge career move for Louis. After throwing himself into his career, he finally has the opportunity to prove himself as a director with a unique vision.

For Harry, being cast as the first ever Bi Bachelor means finally putting his ex-boyfriend behind him and starting anew. He's taking a chance on finding love and determined to do it right this time.

Light My Morning Sky - withthethieves (54k)

The relatively cliché University AU in which Louis happens to be proficient in Philosophy, Ethics, and keeping his distance, while Harry is in need of a tutor to salvage his grade, and never passes up on a challenge; Zayn and Liam like to gaze wantonly across at each other whilst pretending to read Austen; and Niall is the precarious bond that holds them all together.

Saw It In Your Eyes - taggiecb (15k)

Harry Styles counts himself extremely lucky that he has landed such a great roommate. It doesn’t bother him at all that his new roommate is gay. In fact, they get along so well that they have formed an extremely close friendship that takes up pretty much all his free time. When Louis starts bringing a new guy home with him, Harry is surprised by how much it bothers him. Is he not as okay as he thought he was with Louis’ sexuality?

Push My Buttons - KrisStylinson (2k)

“Fuck off.” Louis leans into this boy’s personal space just to show how unaffected he is, even if it is technically a bluff. “My team’s winning.”

The boy crowds right back into him with a smug look, and that turns out to be their downfall—a large man to his left nudges his arm and gestures to the jumbotron, where Louis and fucking Newsboy are currently encased in a cartoon heart with the words KISS CAM burning brightly above them.

Paper Houses - allwaswell16 (11k)

When model Louis Tomlinson admits to having a celebrity crush on a very famous actor in an article in GQ magazine, he has no idea it will lead to anything. He definitely never suspects he will fall so hard and so fast for Harry Styles. When reality begins to interfere, their relationship is put to the test.

Not The Desperate Type -lululawrence (6k)

It sounded like the guy was actually moving furniture above him as he was sweeping now. Damn. Did Louis miss the seven minutes in heaven or was the guy angry because he didn’t even get that much pleasure today?

“I’m kinda afraid with the amount of noise he produces while cleaning that one day I’m gonna look up through my ceiling and be able to see him.”

“Tell him we wish him a better sex life and that we’re rooting for him if you do.”

Or the one where Louis' neighbor has a series of unfortunately short sexual experiences and Louis can hear every. Single. One.

Can We Talk For A Moment? - lululawrence (16k)

It was widely known that alphas were never as common as betas or omegas. It is believed the reasoning for that was safety for their packs. Each pack could only have one Alpha, and in order to keep order and make sure there was no mistaking who was in power, once the successor had been named, other alphas would be forced out of the pack.

Harry didn’t care for the reasons behind the phenomenon. In the end, it didn’t really matter. All he knew was he was the only alpha within about a thousand mile radius, and he was a complete and total disappointment.

Or the one where Harry is a shy, nerdy alpha, Louis is a loud omega punk, and there's more to both of them than their reputations.

UNFINISHED

awake and unafraid - you_explode (102k) - UNFINISHED

It's 2007, Harry's seventeen, his favourite band is My Chemical Romance, and he's in love with his best friend.

Peaches and Cream - seducedbycurls (65k)

The study was to see if two strangers could live together for a month and fall in love.

“We are a new organization working to prove that love can do extraordinary things.” “You will do everything together & you are not allowed to leave the resort for the whole month.” “We want to prove that opposites attract.”

Louis is allergic to peaches, Harry smells like peaches. Louis just came for the money.

Take Me As I Am - lovelarry10 (118k)

“Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.”

“You’re right, they don’t.”

Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery.

Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

Mirror Touch - pinky_heaven19 (58k)

“You know I can see colors in sounds, right?”

Harry nods, confused as Louis knew he would be.

“Well, I have another type of synesthesia, called mirror-touch. Have you heard of it?”

Harry shakes his head, and Louis can feel the tenseness in his shoulders and jaws slacking a little at the unexpected topic.

“It means I feel what other people feel. Literally, all the time.”

OR the one where Harry owns a second-hand clothing store, and Louis is a radio host. Louis has mirror-touch synesthesia, which makes him experience what people around him feel. He feels a lot around Harry.

[annethecaptain]

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

tagged by @fondlybuck (thank you no one ever tags me!)

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Yes and No.  It’s complicated because they’re separated, but I got sick and had to move back in with my dad, and them my mom showed up after being mostly gone for 14 years to “help out” and it’s just, not great.  I’m greatful for the help but OMG I need to get independent ASAP for my own mental health.


02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? My cat.


03: Do you regret anything? Soooooo much.  I wish I could be one of those “no regrets” people but having an anxiety disorder and a toxic family and a long term illness/disability means I can’t be one of those people.


04: Are you insecure? About some things yes, about others no, and then there are the things that depend on the day.


05: What is your relationship status? SINGLE.  I’m asexual and aromantic so that’s my preferred situation.


06: How do you want to die? Assisted suicide.  Whether I’m 35 or 85 I want to go out on my own terms, unless I just go painlessly and unaware in my sleep.


07: What did you last eat? Banh Mi and Milk Tea


08: Played any sports? hahahaha no


09: Do you bite your nails? not any more thanks to my high school best friend (thanks Amy!).  I had her whack me every time I went to bite them and stopped pretty quick because of that lol


10: When was your last physical fight? I was maybe 16?  But some stuff happened when my sister was an active substance abuser later so I guess I defended myself up until like 20-21?


11: Do you like someone? nope


12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? yep


13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? yesssssss


14: Do you miss someone? too many people and so much


15: Have any pets? two cats who are my saviors


16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? complex, worried, driven, anxious, pessimistic, hopeful, sad


17: Ever made out in the bathroom? nope


18: Are you scared of spiders? depends on the spider but yes mostly


19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? yes


20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? I tried making out with a dude once when I was 17 (it was boring and I am deffo ace) and it was at a cafe in SF afterhours since he closed up for the night.  pretty sure some tourists saw us haha


21: What are your plans for this weekend? chill


22: Do you want to have kids? How many? no way


23: Do you have piercings? How many? nope


24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? history and anthropology, which I ended up double majoring in for undergrad


25: Do you miss anyone from your past? so many people


26: What are you craving right now? health and financial stability and independence and purpose


27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? I don’t think so?


28: Have you ever been cheated on? nope because I’ve never dated


29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? nope as I’ve never had one


30: What’s irritating you right now? my body and the american healthcare system and capitalism


31: Does somebody love you? I don’t think so?


32: What is your favourite color? GREEN


33: Do you have trust issues? yes


34: Who/what was your last dream about? my dad ate all the cream cheese chive and green onion schmear my mom and I had just made (two whole tubs!) and I got really mad and yelled at him.  We laughed about it this morning


35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? my dad and accidentally my mom because she came home when I was crying, and she made me stop immediately


36: Do you give out second chances too easily? no


37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? neither


38: Is this year the best year of your life? no


39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 17


40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? I’m sure as a kid but not as an adult


51: Favourite food? don’t have one


52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? no


53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? put topical pain stuff on my neck and shoulders as per usual


54: Is cheating ever okay? depends what you define as cheating.  usually no but for example my parents have been separated for decades but are still legally married and both have had relationships since


55: Are you mean? apparently no but I think I need to be more assertive dealing with the health stuff and my mom


56: How many people have you fist fought? two


57: Do you believe in true love? no


58: Favourite weather? stormy


59: Do you like the snow? love it


60: Do you wanna get married? no


61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? no one calls me baby so IDK


62: What makes you happy? health, my cat, stability, knowledge


63: Would you change your name? I hate it so yes


64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? I don’t know where he is or what he’s up to as it’s been over a decade but I wouldn’t really care


65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? tell them I’m flattered but ace/aro


66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? I don’t have any friends at the moment


67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? my dad and before that the guy I got Banh Mi from.  I don’t talk to a lot of people right now regardless of gender


68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? my therapist?


69: Do you believe in soulmates? no


70: Is there anyone you would die for? not a human, no

Tagging anyone who wants to do whichever questions they want.

OP was @livixdunne but it’s a dead link and I couldn’t copy-paste in the ask reply so giving credit here.

[ace-pervert]

Please answer all 70 questions, thanks and have fun!

01:

Do you have a good relationship with your parents? I do

02:

Who did you last say “I love you” to?Probably one of my grandparents.

03:

Do you regret anything?I regret a lot of things. One of them being that I honestly regret not coming out of the closet to my best friend when I was 15,

04:

Are you insecure?i’m incredibly insecure

05:

What is your relationship status?Single.....

06:

How do you want to die?In my sleep, or sacrificing myself

07:

What did you last eat?pancakes

08:

Played any sports?No

09:

Do you bite your nails?No

10:

When was your last physical fight?Sparred a bit with my dad a few days ago

11:

Do you like someone?Yes but he doesnt like me. And since the obessesive end of my attraction only focuses on one person at a time, I wont be over it untill attraction is focused on someone else.

12:

Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?i honestly dont know

13:

Do you hate anyone at the moment?Eh no. Annoyed maybe. Envy definitly

14:

Do you miss someone?My cousin who I havent seen in almost six years.

15:

Have any pets?No. But I used to have guinea pigs

16:

How exactly are you feeling at the moment?Tired. Nervous

17:

Ever made out in the bathroom?Never made out

18:

Are you scared of spiders?No

19:

Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?Depends on when and where.

20:

Where was the last place you snogged someone?Never snogged

21:

What are your plans for this weekend?Got no plans

22:

Do you want to have kids? How many?One or two

23:

Do you have piercings? How many?None.

24:

What is/are/were your best subject(s)?Math and English (im dutch so the last one was taught like french is taught to Americans. And since my dads American i’m bilingual and so it was insanely easy)

25:

Do you miss anyone from your past?Several. But mostly a guy I flirted with for a while who pulled something later on that still pisses me off a little. But I still care for him  even in spite of that so ummmmm its complicated.

26:

What are you craving right now?Chocolate mousse

27:

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?Not that I know of

28:

Have you ever been cheated on?No. But I think I have been in the homewrecker role of an emotional affair. It ended well predictably. Really cliche. Still not ovet it despite it being almost a year since it ended.

29:

Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?Never had one of those.

30:

What’s irritating you right now?Sleeping only 5 and a half hours a night.

31:

Does somebody love you?Not in that way. Even though its something I desperately want

32:

What is your favourite color?Green

33:

Do you have trust issues?Big ones.

34:

Who/what was your last dream about?Either space travel, a guy I like but doesnt like me, or a mix of both.

35:

Who was the last person you cried in front of?My parents.

36:

Do you give out second chances too easily?No....ok yes but I dont see them as chances, since I dont play that game.

37:

Is it easier to forgive or forget?Both are hard. Which is harder depends on the nature of the event thatr needs to be forgiven or forgotten

38:

Is this year the best year of your life?Absolutely not. In all honesty the whole article 13 thing combined with a few other things has left me feeling less than good.

39:

How old were you when you had your first kiss?Ill let you know whe it happens

40:

Have you ever walked outside completely naked? Yes I once swam naked in my grandparents pool in Florida

51:

Favourite food?Depends on my mood.

52:

Do you believe everything happens for a reason?Not sure.

53:

What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?Same thing I do every night. read a bit

54:

Is cheating ever okay?No, but I don’t think cheaters should be demonized, nor should homewreckers for obvious reasons

55:

Are you mean?I can be.

56:

How many people have you fist fought?none

57:

Do you believe in true love?I firmly believe in it. I’m just not sure it’ll happen to me.

58:

Favourite weather?Cloudy, a bit chilly

59:

Do you like the snow?Snow yes. Sludge no

60:

Do you wanna get married?Already know what kind of ring I want, and the suit I want to wear. Now all I need is a (most likely) A groom

61:

Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?Yes. So if anyones interrested in me, please do so.

62:

What makes you happy?Talking to people. listening to music. porn. anything romantic. Getting hit on.

63:

Would you change your name?Only if I felt I had to to survive. Or if I got married to a man.

64:

Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?Never been kissed.

65:

Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?Politely tell them that i’m not interrested in them in that way, and that if they really feel that way I don’t think we should be friends. I honesly dont believe people can be friends if romantic feelings are involved.

66:

Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?No. Though I don’t really have a friend I can be myself around. Its something i’m trying to work on

67:

Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?My mother.

68:

Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?Don’t remember I tend to go deep really quickly.

69:

Do you believe in soulmates?Yes, but i’m not sure if ill find mine this life.

70:

Is there anyone you would die for?Yes but ironically if I get to close to him, I might end up getting hurt (dont worry its nothing abusive its just a one sided attraction i’m slowly getting over)

[wintaejk]

Jungkook’s FIC REC | OS 2

I had too many links on the other post. Here is the second part of my Jungkook’s fic rec but with others themes.

Again, all those fictions belong to the amazing authors who wrote them, not me. I want to thank them once more. 

(f) = fluff

(a) = angst

(m) = mature

magical au

— Trick or Treat: Howling for You (F) (M) — by @fortunexkookie​

The way your Little Red Riding Hood costume lured over a fuckboy in a half-assed werewolf costume was a little cliche, but god damn was he beautiful. He promised he had plenty of big things to show you, and you took him up on the offer, not realizing that you might’ve bitten off more than you could chew.

werewolf au | established relationship | +14k

— rottenfolk (M) — by @junqkook​

a look was as hazardous as chemicals, a kiss as perilous as poison; his eyes and lips felt akin to a cure, but he was purely venom.

faerie au | royalty au | +13k

Commentary - If there’s only one one-shot I could recommend you to read of all tumblr, it would probably be this one. For me, it is rare to acheive such a level of mastery in fantasy fictions. Writing is already complicated, but when you have to place the readers in an unknown universe, it is even harder.                         However, the real brilliance of this story is the end. Because the end is supposed to satiate the reader in a way or another, it is supposed to offer what all the reader craved: a sort of closure. But here we all are, waiting for a sequel, because this story will make you want a next episode. And that is the brilliance, because you will surely never forget a story with that kind of power.                         So those are some of the reasons why this fiction is for me a mix of art, smartness and excellence ; and also why you would be missing something huge by not reading it.

— overdrive (M) — by @junqkook​

you thought meeting jungkook was just a coincidence, but the universe didn’t deal in coincidences.

vampire au | soulmate au | enemies to lovers | +13k

— Crescent Bound - Jungkook (F) (M) — by @parkhabits​

A pact bound by the moon. A secret kept only amongst themselves. Each of them experiencing their own cycles of heat.

werewolf au | friends to lovers | +12k

— Room 109 (M) — by @lavishedinjimin​

Having Jungkook as your apartment buddy was a lot to get used to. But with one early day, your heat comes up much stronger than usual, and you were desperate for an alpha’s touch.

werewolf au | roommate au | alpha!jungkook | +6k

— after dark (M) — by @seokoloqy​

Jungkook has served the royal family for generations, seen them live and die countless times. When it comes to you, he can’t watch you wither away too, but your lust for one another makes it harder and harder to stay apart.

vampire au | royalty au | knight!jungkook | +8k

— Life’s Blood (F) (A) (M) — by @littlenoona​

You produce blood cells at an increased rate when blood is lost, effectively, you cannot bleed out. This ability has served you well so far, even gaining you a rare friend, and you’ve made it your source of income, but it also has its downsides, one of which you’ve managed to avoid successfully, until now.

vampire au | +13k

— you come in waves (A) (M) — by @angelguk​

if jeongguk had a choice, he would destroy the sun. it’s not like he needed it for warmth due to his werewolf abilities making him a scorching radiator. it would also help his heart. because you look delectable in that stupid bikini.

werewolf au | friends to lovers au | 4k

— tell me your secrets (i’m all ears) (F) — by @jinpire​

You’re not afraid of Jeon Jeongguk. Even if he’s probably some kind of bear or giant cat shifter, and just a hint of his irritation had your instincts vibrating beneath your skin like a live wire. Your thumb brushed over the plastic dome of mini-Levi’s head, taking comfort in the cartoon scowl and dead eyes, the tiny grey sticks of his 3DM gear. Small could be pretty fucking powerful too.

shifter au | college au | bunny!kook | +6k

drabbles: nooks and naps - foxie moxie (don’t pull my tail) - look before you leap  - fluffles and kerfuffles

— Pomegranate Seeds (M) — by @taetaebaepsae​

Jungkook thinks he’s found the perfect new roommate, but little doesn’t he know you’re just aching to corrupt him.

demon au | roommate au | virgin!jungkook | +4k

other themes

— Every Kind of Way (F) (M) — by @taehyungforreal​

{Three little vignettes, three completely different experiences, same perfectly wonderful boyfriend JK.}

strangers to lovers  | established relationship  | +14k

Commentary - I remember when this fiction was posted. I read the teaser a few days before, and I was waiting for it. I remember the exact date of the release of this story, and let me tell you it never happens to me. But this is how much I liked this story. This masterpiece.                         This fiction is 95% made of smut. This is a warning if you don’t like that. However, what I like about Ashley’s works is that smut is not only smut (okay, sometimes it’s just pure filth but whatever). It’s not the first time I’ve read a piece of work of her and that I’ve been so thankful of reading her. Because the stories she writes are realistic. Sex is not always perfect. Sex is not always like in porn. Sex can be embarrassing. And this is why I love what Ashley writes, because she always have that realistic point of view on life. And sometimes it’s also nice to not turn everything into porn.                          What is very likeable - I said likeable? I meant loveable, sorry - about that story is also the three different stages of the relation of Jk and reader. This is also something I like about her writings. Life evolves, relationships evolve, and so does sex. So in this story, you will experience three different Jungkook. And it’s three reasons why you should read this fiction, three reasons why you will probably love it.                          One thing is sure, this chef-d’oeuvre will leave you wondering if your eyes have been burnt by the smuttiness or blessed by all the talent of this writer.

— tattooed two (ft. kth) (F) (M) — by @httpjeon​

your boyfriend’s best friend joins you for a night you’ll never forget.

tattoo artist au | established relationship  | poly au  | +8k

— Inkling (A) (M) — by @gguksgalaxy​

Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

tattoo artist au  | +17k

— Freak-quency (M) — by @taehyungforreal​

His eyes sparkle and he fights back a smile when he asks you why. “Is it because I didn’t give you something else to swallow like I said I would,” he questions, halfway through a much less subtle adjustment of his growing erection. Yoongi was right, he wants to be in trouble.

rockstar au  | established relationship  | +8k

— Boots (M) —

3000+ words of Ashley kinking on Jungkook’s boot. That’s it.

rockstar au  | established relationship  | part of Freak-quency  | +3k

— Heartbreaker with a Heart of Gold (A) (M) — by @filmflowersbangtan​

It was around this time almost three years ago when Jungkook moved to LA after his band got signed to a famous record label. He told you that he’d keep in contact with you. That he’d visit as much as he could. That he loved you. But about a month after leaving, he stopped texting and calling as much. And then a mere week after the band’s first EP dropped, Burning Rabbit was a sensation.

rocksatr au | ex lovers  | +3k

— Brother’s best friend (M) — by @lavishedinjimin​

In which Y/n owns a smut blog dedicated to her crush and brother’s best friend, jungkook. it was all fun and games until he finds out about it and acts it out with you.

brother’s best friend!jungkook  | +5k

— Sugarplum Elegy (F) (A) (M) — by @bymoonchild​

You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.

friends with benefits  | college au  | idiots to lovers | +17k

— The Kids Aren’t Alright (F) (A) (M) — by @sketchguk​

Sneaking around with Jeongguk during your Christian retreat is complicated when you’re both dedicated to your jobs as co-youth group counselors at your father’s ministry.

friends with benefits  | pastor’s kid!reader  | +10k

— Gym (F) (M) — by @hobiwonder​

Jungkook has a crush on you and has been watching you work out at his gym. One day you finally confront his obvious crush.

business woman!reader  | fratboy!jungkook  | older reader | +8k

— Gravity Check (M) — by @gimmesumsuga​

The one where Jungkook is your oh-so-handsome climbing instructor.

climbing instructors!jungkook  | strangers to lovers  | 14k

— The Monogamy Monologues (F) (M) — by @kpopfanfictrash​

The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend. (Part of The Rich Man’s Crochet Club series)

fuckboy!jungkook  | wedding planner!reader  | strangers to lovers  | +42k

— The Virgin Volume (F) (A) (M) —

This fic exists in the RMCC universe. It takes place before RMCC and is the story of how Jungkook lost his virginity. To quote Seokjin/Namjoon: “What Jungkook doesn’t know won’t hurt him and – let’s be honest – his story is hilarious. One pump,” Seokjin laughs, sounding like a hyena. “One pump and he’s done.” // Ducking his head, Namjoon tries not to smile. “It was a rookie mistake,” he protests, defending their friend. “Jungkook was overexcited and couldn’t control himself. He got better.”

college au  | friends to lovers  | prequel to TMM  | +6k

— everlasting (A — by @kimvvantae​

being able to love the same person forever is a blessing given from the heavens. to you, however, eternity has become a curse.

reincarnation au  | 18k

— Performances (M) — by @littlenoona​

The same handsome guy has been appearing at your performances and you become more and more interested in who he is - now you’re dancing only for him, despite a hall full of people.

strangers to lovers  | professional dancer!reader  | +6k

— Matching Hearts (F) (A) — by @gukwluv​

a drunk call to your ex boyfriend leads to a night of fun adventures that make you wonder why you even split in the first place.

exes au | +3k

— locker room talk (M) — by @minnpd​

You end up having a rather heated talk with Jeon Jungkook in the locker room when he announces he has been chosen for the audition you both participated to.

dancer au | enemies to lovers | fuckboy!jungkook | +5k

— not quite lovers (M) — by @junqkook​

hiring jeon jungkook as your personal assistant happens to have more than one perk.

workplace au | friends with benefits | ceo!reader | +15k

— By Its Cover (M) — by @gimmesumsuga​

The one where Jungkook makes a very bad first impression.

workplace au | enemies to lovers | 21k

— Mind in the Gutter (F) (M) — by @kpopfanfictrash​

Starting over is never fun. Especially not when you decide to take the phrase fully to heart; new job, new city, new coworkers and new relationships. When you are dragged to a happy hour by your new co-worker, Taehyung, you end up sitting beside a (very) cute, (very) shy IT worker named Jungkook. Several drinks later, he mentions he is in a professional bowling league with his friends and you rather enthusiastically invite yourself along. As time passes and you begin to grow closer, you still find it impossible to read Jungkook. Working in the same company and seeing each other so often, it is only so long before one of you snaps. But who?

workplace au | bowling au | strangers to friends to lovers | +18k

[imaginesfordayss]

What are the odds (x)

Summary:  Teacher!Clarke + Singer!Bellamy + Soulmate au  Word count: 2.2k Warning(s): None, just fluff and tiny bit of angst if you squint 

Find it here on Ao3

Clarke looked down at her hand, the beginnings of a scribbled note appearing below her wrist, “Drop ship, 8pm, tuesday’. She almost spilled her coffee. It just so happened that the drop ship was a local lounge in her town and that her soulmate would be making an appearance there this tuesday night.

Now Clarke didn’t necessarily believe in the idea of soulmates, obviously she knew they were out there but of all the stories she’d heard growing up, she’s learned that soulmates were complicated. There was no guarantee that you’d meet them or even like them; her parents hadn’t been soulmates and they’d ended up just fine. Clarke pulled up her sleeve and turned back to her students, “Now I know the deadline is nearing so I hope you’ve all at least started your projects, remember oil or acrylic paint only for full credit, see you wednesday!” The aforementioned students filed out one by one except a brown haired girl sitting in the back. Clarke looked up at her as she neared, Octavia Blake, she was a recent transfer from somewhere upstate. “What can I do for you Miss Blake?” The young girl smiled shyly.

“I know i’m pretty late into the semester, I was wondering if there’s any make-up work you’d like me to do since I won’t be able to participate in the final project?” Clarke smiled at the girl before rummaging through her desk for an empty sheet of paper.

“Of course, how about this, I want you to find a piece of art, or anything really that you think is art and write a paper on it, let’s say two pages. Analyze this art, why it interests you and all that. I’ll give you an extension since it’s pretty short notice and if you have any questions, go ahead and give me a call.” Octavia took the slip of paper smiling at the bright haired woman before hurrying to her next class.

Clarke sighed, again staring at the crooked handwriting on her arm and wondering what she’d do about it. Officially, she was off the clock so she grabbed her laptop and bag and headed to the one person who’d help her figure this out.

“Raven, I’m having a crisis.” She yelled upon entering the auto shop. Raven slid out from under a car near Clarke’s feet giving her the smug look she always gave her.

“Accidentally slept with a cheater again?” Clarke kicked her foot and then pulled up her sleeve for the girl to see. Raven immediately straightened grabbing Clarke’s arm for a closer look. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Unfortunately.”

“You have to go!”

“What? No, I don’t even know them, they could be a terrible person or an alcoholic or something.”

“True, but it’s your soulmate, Griffin. So many people would kill for an opportunity like this. Plus, you need to get out anyway, this whole teaching thing is turning you into a hermit” Clarke glared.

“There’s nothing wrong with marathoning shows in my apartment.”

“We all need a breath of fresh air sometimes..and a few shots of tequila.”

“I mean, I guess. At least come with me.”

“No can do, Shaw’s taking me out tomorrow, real fancy place, I have to shave my legs and everything.” Raven laughed.

“What if they’re a total creep and they kidnap me and chop me up into little pieces?”

“First of all, your imagination is running a little wild and second of all, we both know you can hold down your own, need I remind you of the night you broke Cage Wallace’s nose after he groped you at a PTA meeting? You’ll be fine, and just incase put me on speed dial, problem solved.” Clarke shrugged, she did have a point.

“Fine. See you at home?”

“Pick up wine and ice cream on your way home?” Clarke nodded heading back towards her car with thoughts swirling through her head.

Clarke laid in bed that night tracing over the words, the sounds of some documentary playing in the background. She knew so many things could go wrong, she’d heard the stories of matches that just didn’t work and yet something in her told her that this was a good thing. She hoped her instincts were right, for once.

The start of her tuesday morning was anything but smooth. Raven had used up all the hot water so she hurried through her morning routine while shivering. Then before even leaving the house, she managed to spill coffee all over her only white blouse. Somehow it all managed to go further downhill after that. The traffic made her almost an hour late to class, a student spilled paint on her laptop, and to top it all off a parent felt the need to yell at her because her son was failing the course. It took her several attempts to explain that attendance and actually turning in assignments were necessary for passing. By the end of her last class she was ready to go home and lay under the covers forever.

She did just that, throwing off her heels, her pants, and her bra before sliding under the covers and closing her eyes. Clarke woke several hours later feeling slightly more refreshed, she pulled her phone from the nightstand checking the time, 5:47pm. She still had time, time to make a decision.

And perhaps that was her biggest dilemma of the day, making a decision. For years she’d thought about reaching out to her soulmate, if she even had one. Finally, in the tenth grade she started writing on her hands hoping for a reply, instead she’d wake up with the same faded marks of her own handwriting and nothing else. She figured she probably didn’t have one or if she did, they just didn’t care so eventually the writing stopped and she moved on to other potential relationships; those didn’t work out so much either. She was sure Finn was the one but then she found him kissing another girl who as it turned out, was his girlfriend of 3 years. When she opened herself up again, it was to Lexa. Clarke’s affection to the broody and blunt girl had caught her by surprise but she felt herself hoping that maybe this time she’d gotten it right. But months later, Lexa had run into Costia; Clarke noticed their matching tattoos almost immediately and ended the relationship to save them both the heartache.  

Clarke pulled herself out of her thoughts and stared at the ceiling. Go or not go? Screw it, she thought, She’d give love one last chance. She threw on something casual that still held a semblance of cute and available and made her way out the door. Parking was always a hassle around the drop ship so she opted for taking a bus. The drop ship looked the same as it always did, old, worn, with just a hint of modern touch courtesy of the new owners. She’d always wondered how they managed to open a place that worked as a bookstore, a bar, and a local hangout for teens.

The place seemed to be unusually crowded today as she walked in, noticing chairs lining the main stage and a line at the bar. She’d been here for open mic night a few months back when Raven talked her into having a girl’s night and it hadn’t been nearly as crowded as this so she figured something big was going on and found a seat near the back. She sat around for ten minutes or so wondering how the hell she was gonna be able to even find her soulmate in here but before she could think of a solution, the lights dimmed and her attention was brought back to the stage.

“I see familiar faces in the crowd, and a few newbies too. Anyway, for those of you who’ve never been, welcome to the Dropship, I’m Miller. My best friend and I bought this place a while back so let me just say we are grateful to you for your support and continued help in transforming this place into a spot for people to have fun. So anyway let’s get this thing started, here’s Skaikru!” The crowd cheered as Clarke watched a group of people walk onto the stage. The sounds of guitars and drums vibrated through the room as a melodic voice filled her ears. She vaguely recognized their faces from a local band poster she’d seen around the high school, her eyes narrowed on the drummer recognizing the girl instantly as Octavia Blake. Clarke found herself smiling and then nodding along to the beat, the vocalist’s voice was mesmerizing and soon she’d forgotten what she came to the lounge for in the first place. He had what looked like a permanent smirk etched onto his face, his sweat drenched curls sticking to his forehead as he sang to the crowd.

She wasn’t sure how long their set lasted but as they left the stage she felt herself wanting more, she was sure she’d listen to the guy’s voice even if he was just reading off a grocery list; it didn’t hurt that he was nice to look at either.

“Miss Griffin?” She turned at the sound of her name finding Octavia staring at her.

“Oh Hi, Miss Blake, I didn’t know you were in a band? You guys were really good.” The girl brightened immediately.

“It’s my brother’s band, Bellamy, he’s letting me fill in on drums while Roan’s on holiday. Oh there he is, Bell!” Clarke turned to find the girl waving over the vocalist from before, she blushed, realizing she’d been mooning over her student’s brother. “Bell, this is Miss Griffin she’s my painting teacher.” Bellamy reached a hand out to the blonde giving her a once over.

“Call me Clarke, you guys were, uh, really good up there.” Bellamy smiled involuntarily instantly finding himself attracted to her, though he felt a little guilty considering she taught his sister.

“I’m Bellamy...thanks. You, uh wanna grab a drink or something, you can tell me all about how much a mess I’m sure my sister has made in your class.” Octavia punched his shoulder in retaliation. “Go help Murphy pack up the equipment O.” Octavia rolled her eyes as her brother’s obvious attempt to make her leave so he could flirt with Clarke.

“It was good to see you, Miss Griffin, I already have some ideas for my essay that I wanna run by you on friday.”

“Sounds good.” And with that the girl was off, sprinting to the stage to help Murphy load up the remaining mics.

“So what brings you here?” Bellamy asked casually, signalling for Miller to slide him a beer.

“Kind of a weird story actually.”

“I’ve got time.”

“Uhm, well…” what harm could it do? “Well actually I’m supposed to meet my soulmate. Okay, no, not exactly meet, but, okay so they’re supposed to be here but, oh my god, okay just look.” Clarke stopped babbling and pulled up her sleeve to show him in the low light. Bellamy grabbed her arm to examine it closer, his face growing pale for half a second and then he just stared at her in a way that completely unnerved her, so of course, she kept talking, “I know it’s kind of weird or whatever but this is the first time they’ve ever written anything and I thought it was worth a shot but I guess it doesn’t really matter now anyway,” She looked around at the nearly empty room; they’d probably left already. She looked back to Bellamy who still hadn’t said anything.

“Clarke.” He spoke suddenly.

“Sorry, too personal?” Bellamy laughed shaking his head in disbelief as he pulled up the sleeve of his jacket to show Clarke the matching handwriting on his wrist. Clarke nearly choked on her drink, putting it down she hesitantly traced her fingers over his arm. “Oh.” She whispered, so quietly she wasn’t sure if he’d heard.

“What are the odds?”

“So you’re not a serial killer or anything right? Because that was like like half of my consideration for not showing up tonight.” Bellamy laughed again and she found herself loving the sound more than she’d like to admit.

“No, I’m not a serial killer. Do you wanna get some coffee or something, I’m not exactly sure how this whole thing works.”

“Yeah, coffee sounds great and don’t worry. I’m sure we can figure it out together.”

Years later Clarke would stare at Bellamy with a smile gracing her face and think of how she almost didn’t show up to the Drop ship, how she almost gave up the chance to meet him. She never would have had the chance to fall in love with him and every little thing about him. She was almost surprised by the force at which her love for him sprouted. She was meant to be taking it slow, trying not to ruin another relationship by going in blindly but then Bellamy would laugh or look at her and she couldn’t stop herself from being so irrevocably drawn to him.

She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to show her that this relationship would fail, and yet, year after year they remained together, always the couple everyone hated because they were so annoyingly into each other. It was around the sixth year that she realized she could just let herself be happy with him, she didn’t have to worry about every little argument or the chance that he’d fall in love with someone else. Bellamy wasn’t going anywhere, he never would.

[crispychrissy]

Dean Winchester

---One Shots---

“The Trouble With Witches” - (Dean x Reader)  A witch hunt with the Winchesters has some nerdy twists along with an interesting spell.

“Forgiveness” - (Dean x Reader) Set in season 8, reader has not forgiven Sam for letting Lucifer free. When he comes around, old feelings come bubbling back up, leading Dean to step in.

“Table Manners” - (Dean x Reader) Your first official date with Dean as his girlfriend has some unforeseen complications.

“Pin Up” - (Dean x Reader) You plan a special gift for Dean on your two year anniversary.

“Fall Memories” - (Dean x Reader) Once the Fall arrives, you find yourself lost in the memory of a family member you lost and have to get away to grieve in your own way, even though it’s been years since it happened.

“Muffled” - (Dean x Reader)  A romp in the bedroom with Dean has some unexpected results when you forget your own strength.

“Counting Bodies” - (No pairing)  After losing an innocent, MOC!Dean goes on a rampage and Sam is the only one who can stop him. Song fic based on Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums by A Perfect Circle.

“Harmless Flirting” - (Dean x Reader)  Sam calls you for your help on a case, but your flirty relationship with his brother comes into question when Sam tells you some hard truths.

“Ramble On” - (Dean x Reader)  Soulmate AU where Dean’s soulmate, who he blamed himself for losing years ago, returns and makes him realize he still has a chance to do what he couldn’t back then.

“Game, Set, Match” - (Dean x Reader)  After coming across your worst nightmare in a bar in Kansas, you scramble to get help from the closest friends available: The Winchesters.

“Just Me” - (Alpha!Dean x Mystery!Reader) A usual night of bartending ends in blood, and when two Alphas come to help, you take a chance that could end up changing your life.

“Valentwins” - (Dean x Zoey (OFC)) A hunt takes you and the Winchesters back to your hometown, and you plan some revenge and a distraction for the grumpy elder Winchester.

“A Ruff Few Days” - (Dean x Reader) Dean was hexed by a witch and is now a dog. You spend some time alone with him to bond while Sam finds a cure.

“Two Birds with One Song” - (Dean x Reader) While on a stakeout with Dean, you decide to kill two birds with one stone, or song, in this case.

“Talk to Me” - (Dean x Reader) After being in your head for too long, Dean finds you when you’re trying to use magic to solve the problem.

“The Captain” - (Dean x Reader) When ghouls come to town, you have the luck to have the Winchester brothers helping out… but one of them seems like he can help you out in a different way.

“Sweets to the Sweet” - (Dean x Reader) On Halloween, Dean drags you along with him on a hunt since Sam is injured. The two of you look forward to spending time together away from the bunker, but the odd witch you’re hunting throws a curve ball at you that requires some quick thinking.

“Missing” - (Dean x Reader) While on the way to a hunt, a quick pit stop at a gas station has some long buried memories surfacing, and you decide it’s time to tell the Winchesters how your life as a hunter began.

“Love and Hate” - (Dean x Reader) Finding yourself in a tight situation with Dean during a hunt, your adventure takes you to places that help you discover new things about your friendship with Dean.

“Foreshadow: Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3″ - (Dean x Reader) The reader is a psychic that has a vision of Sam and Dean dying. Can she convince them to believe her before it’s too late?

“A Candle in the Dark” - (Michael!Dean x Reader) With the bunker full to the brim with the apocalypse world hunters, you need to get out to spend some quality time alone, so you decide to ask Sam for a solo hunt.

---Drabbles---

“Wayward Panties” - (Dean x Reader)  Dean finds a surprise stuck in his flannel, leading to an interesting interaction.

“The Pain Inside” - (Dean x Reader)  Dean was never the same after he lost you. This is a dark fic with a very depressed Dean.

“Love Bites” - (Dean x Reader)  Dressing up as a vampire can lead to some interesting revelations about your boyfriend.

“Christmas Traditions” - (Dean x Reader)  It’s the Holiday Season and you’re stuck in the bunker with a broken leg. Dean and Sam plan some activities for you after learning about your family’s holiday traditions.

“First Day” - (Dean x Reader) Your daughter is beginning her first day of school, and you are thankful to have her father, Dean, there to lean on.

“Experimint” - (Dean x Reader, platonic) After a less than desirable meeting with Metatron, you find yourself curious about something the angel said.

“Perfect” - (Dean x Reader) You wake up next to your husband and begin your day.

“Heartbeat” - (Dean x Castiel) Small fluffy Destiel drabble, one and only time I’ll write for this pairing.

---Imagines---

Imagine waking up in bed next to Dean, your best friend.

[anactualcaseofthetruth]

Call Me A Safe Bet, I’m Betting I’m Not - Chapter 9

(AO3 Link- Chapter Nine)

Even though scientists are still quite baffled after multiple millennia of medical and technological advances of exactly how the soulmarks work, there has been enough research and study that we now know when and how to expect them… There has yet to be one soulmate coupling occur before the female has experienced a menstrual cycle and the male to begin producing sperm. In short, soulmarks have never appeared before entering puberty…

There are many, many more cases in which two people have insisted they are soulmates only to not mark with one another. All in all, only about 3% of couplings are correct in predicting they are soulmates before marks form.”

***

Betty Cooper is four years old when she meets Jughead Jones. She knows he is her soulmate, he’s not so sure.

Chapter Nine

"Reincarnation:  [ree-in-kahr-ney-shuh n] noun 1. the belief that the soul, upon death of the body, comes back to Earth in another body or form. 2. rebirth of the soul in a new body.

...Although not widely believed in, there are those who believe that the gift of a soulmark is also a telling that one's soul has walked on Earth before, and for as long as your souls are intertwined, you will walk the Earth again."

From Soulmarks and Spirituality, 2016

*

“Will you stop? I’m almost done.”

Betty does her best to quit squirming, but it feels weird. “I know I asked you to sleepover on a school night, something we both blackmailed our parents into, and I’m super grateful you agreed to wake up two hours earlier than necessary, but you know this is torture, right?”

“You’re right, I did use emotional dirt on my mother to get her to say yes to this, then agreed to get up at four AM and help you, so you should be grateful and stop flinching,” Veronica responds without missing a beat.

“I’m sorry, I just—”

“Look up!” Veronica reminds her in an exasperated tone.

Betty does as she’s told. “It feels weird having someone else do my make-up, and I usually don’t wear this much. It’s making my face feel heavy and—I don’t want to look like a clown, V.”

Veronica pulls away and looks at her in disappointment. “Would I ever do something like that to my girl? You don’t look like a clown; it only feels heavy because you’re so aware of it. I’m giving you a simple superficial makeover, not a full-on overhaul, okay?”

“I know, I know, and I feel so stupid for feeling so anxious. It’s just my face and some clothes, you know?” Betty mumbles.

“Sweetie, I am letting you borrow my favorite thigh-highs, it’s more than just clothes, okay? You look so good in them I’m honestly thinking of giving them to you because I simply don’t think I will ever be able to do them justice again,” Veronica insists. “I don’t know the exact details of your fight with our resident broody boy, but I know it involves making him drool, and believe me when I say: mission accomplished.”

“Thanks, V,” Betty murmurs with a small smile. “For everything. We’ve only known each other for a week and you already sacrificed by using emotional blackmail on your mom for me.”

“Of course, B, I told you, we’re destined to be a dynamic duo,” Veronica assures her. “Besides, do you know how much emotional blackmail I have on my mother? Although, I don’t like to use it that much, not with her and Daddy being so at-odds lately, more than normal.”

“You didn’t have to do it if that’s the case—”

“Betty, stop. I’m not the same girl here I was in New York, I had my own motives. My mother needs to see that as well. Trust me, if I didn’t want to do it I wouldn’t have,” Veronica responds. “But, you do know I could be more useful than just helping with a makeover. You can tell me what’s going on with you and Jughead.”

Betty opens her mouth and then closes it. She wants to tell Veronica about their mark, share more of herself with her friend, but that is something she should talk over with Jughead beforehand, and—the rational side of her head keeps reminding her that she’s only known Veronica for a week. Of course, the emotional side says that she feels a connection with this girl and not to question it.

“It’s complicated,” she settles on. “But I want to if that helps? It’s just… hard.”

“That’s fair, we all have our complications, don’t we?” Veronica agrees while sending a fleeting look to her white gloves folded neatly over her large purse.

“You can talk about that too if you want… when you’re ready,” Betty offers.

Veronica simply smiles at her. “Thanks, now, go get dressed, your face is perf.”

Once again, Betty follows orders and stands from the vanity to change in the bathroom. She looks at herself in the mirror for a minute and has to admit Veronica came through. She doesn’t look like a clown, but her face appears flawless. Her skin tone is even and cheekbones seemingly high, it seems like she is glowing, and her eyes are the perfect kind of smoky, but not so dark that she looks like a raccoon. It’s something she has yet to do well on herself since she’s so pale and blonde. It’s one of the reasons she sticks to pinks and bronzes, those she knows how to work on her face.

She’s leaving her hair down today, Veronica already styled it in beachy waves that look effortless, but, in reality, took about forty-five minutes to achieve.

The dress is from Polly’s closet—Betty figures it’s free reign now that her sister is gone. She and Veronica spent over an hour picking out the perfect dress to go with the brunette’s thigh-highs.

It’s white and looks almost sheer, but isn’t, and has a lace design to it. It shows her figure without making her feel uncomfortable, has a high neckline that covers her mark, and is school appropriate because it just reaches her fingertips as the rules for Riverdale High dictate how short clothing can be.

With a sigh she lets her robe fall to the floor, leaving her in a nude bra and panty set and reaches for the dress hung up on the wall.

The idea isn’t so much to make Jughead drool, that’s just a plus. She wants to do what she said—start to show who she is. She’s more than the pink and beige good girl, more than Polly’s little sister, more than Archie’s best friend. She’s not trying to say she’s more than Jughead’s girlfriend, but honestly, she is. She’s Jughead’s Soulmate. But as long as she can’t announce it, this will have to do.

A cold fist wraps around her heart at the thought of Jughead. It’s been a day and a half since he kicked her out of his trailer and she gave her ultimatum and she missed him like crazy.

Betty is sticking true to her word. She isn’t interested in speaking with him until he’s ready to be honest with her. It wasn’t just a fight with Archie that had him pushing her out the door, this is something else, and she needs to know if it affects him so.

He’s probably called and texted her close to a hundred times since, but not one of those texts contained a confession, not one voicemail said more than “sorry” or “please talk to me,” not even a plea to meet up and tell her the truth, so they’ve gone unanswered. He’s even come to her window, but it’s been locked, and she felt so guilty about ignoring him she’d taken to the couch downstairs. When he came to the door she’s asked her parents to say she isn’t feeling well or in the middle of something so she can’t come to the door. They figure it’s just a simple fight and want no part in it, so they did as she asked.

With them being so eager to be back on her good side they’ agreed to let Veronica sleepover on a Sunday night.

Betty worries what will happen today at school when she sees Jughead. She misses him so much and her heart aches, but she’s so mad she wants to sink her nails into her palms. It’s another reason she wanted Veronica to sleepover—a distraction. Because if she did hurt herself she would have to keep her promise to Jughead and call him. Perhaps it’s a good thing she’s so angry, she doesn’t want to call him so it’s stopping her from hurting herself.

It’s gotta be that Cooper aggression.

“Hey! Did you fall in? Get out here! I want to have a mini photo-op before we head out. I can’t wait to see Jughead’s face when he lays eyes on you, girl.”

Betty rolls her eyes, but can’t help but smile. After so many years with just Jughead and Archie, she is loving having a girl-friend. Veronica’s wonderful.

They get her boots on and have a cute photo shoot. It makes her feel lighter, all the laughter.

They are still laughing as they exit her house, the mood not to be ruined by her parents because they already left for work.

What stops her is Jughead sitting on the porch, leaning against a pillar, looking as though he may have even slept there waiting for her.

“Juggie,” Betty breathes.

“Betts,” he mimics and stands on wobbly legs.

“Did you… sleep here?” she asks after looking him over. His clothes are rumpled, the bags under his eyes are more pronounced than usual, and he’s looking at her like she’s a ghost.

“N—No,” he coughs with a shake of his head to clear the cobwebs. “I mean, I have been out here since five, but only because I didn’t want to miss you. I was worried you’d head to school early to try and avoid me.”

“Talk about dedication,” Veronica comments, impressed.

“You look, um, whoa,” he rasps. “Beautiful.”

Betty looks down at the six or so inches of thigh she’s showing and blushes. It’s not much, but it got her a reaction, the one she wanted from Jughead, at least.

“Thank you,” Veronica responds. “She’s my Sistine Chapel,” she sighs dramatically, making Betty chuckle.

It also makes her snap back into focus. “Jug, I meant what I said on Saturday—"

“I made up with Archie,” Jughead cuts her off.

“What?” she asks and steps forward.

“Yesterday. I went to his house and we had it out. I won’t tell you what made me angry at him, that’s his business, but I’ll tell you everything about me.”

“Yeah, but only because I’m making you,” she reminds him while brushing by on her way down the steps. “I backed you into a corner.”

Both he and Veronica begin to follow, the brunette’s pace much slower than her boyfriend’s. “Wasn’t that the point?” Jughead demands, stepping in front of her to block her path.

“I’m sick of you keeping things from me, Jug. Don’t you get how that makes me feel? I thought we were passed this. I shouldn’t have had to put you in a situation where you had to tell me or else. I shouldn’t have been in a position where you felt the need to kick me out of your house,” Betty goes on. “I get enough of the secrecy and lies from my parents. I didn’t think I was getting it from you too.”

“You’re not, dammit!” Jughead exclaims, his chest heaving. “It wasn’t about secrecy, it was about protection, and I’ll explain it all to you, I promise. You want to know now? Let’s skip school. You think you can wait until after? Great, I have a plan for that. I promise, I’m going to tell you everything, please. Believe me, Betty, please.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m not over this. You say you’ll tell me after school—”

“I will,” he assures her.

“This still isn’t okay. You need to know you can tell me anything, Jug, and I’m here for you, I’ll never judge you or hold anything against you,” she reminds him.

“I know, I know, I—” Jughead takes his beanie off and begins wringing it through his hands. “I don’t want to get self-deprecating. I know I have issues and I know I need to work on them. I thought I was, and I’ll do better. I just need you to talk to me, I need us to be okay, or at least working on it. Please,” he repeats.

The cold fist lifts from where it had been squeezing around her heart, and she steps forward and takes Jughead’s cheeks in her hands. He instantly leans into them, he even stumbles closer.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, his eyes blinking and wide open, showing more emotion than she’s seen in months.

“I know,” she murmurs and rests her forehead on his. He wraps his arms around her waist and moves to nuzzle her neck. “We’re still talking about this after school,” she breathes into his ear.

He chokes out a laugh into her neck. “I know, but you’re talking to me now, that’s what I need,” he admits.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you.”

Jughead shakes his head and pulls away. “No, I’m sorry for thinking I should be protecting you when I’m fully aware you can take care of yourself.”

“Thank you,” Betty says and he tilts his head questioningly. “For fixing things with Archie. It means a lot, Juggie.”

“You mean everything,” he responds easily.

“Ah-hem, incoming,” Veronica speaks up from the couple feet away she’s been standing to give them their privacy. Betty hadn’t realized her friend had moved so far away but she’s appreciative.

They both look to see Archie jogging towards them to catch up. Betty and Jughead part and he unceremoniously puts his beanie back on.

“Hey, you hear the good news?” Archie asks, barely out of breath, and throws an arm around Jughead’s shoulders. “We’re the three musketeers again!”

“Ah-hem,” Veronica repeats and looks at Archie expectantly.

“Uh, we’re the fab four?” he tries, ginning.

“Not the best, but better,” she sighs. “I’ll think of a better name, don’t worry, Archiekins.”

“And, it’s the fab five, Archiekins,” Jughead informs him as they continue walking.

“Oh, I missed you, Juggie,” Archie coos and hugs him as they walk.

“Now, I see where Kevin gets all his naughty daydreams,” Veronica  says with a fond eye roll.

“Hey, don’t turn what we have into something for Kevin’s inappropriate thoughts,” Jughead insists.

“Oh, please, you two could just look at each other for two seconds and Kevin’s already got a heated storyline worked out,” Veronica assures him.

Betty squeezes Jughead’s hand as he pulls her closer.

This is what she wanted on the first day of school. It may be a week late, but she’ll take it.

*

There are many, many, many things Betty Cooper is good at, not to toot her own horn.

She’s excellent at reading a situation and responding accordingly (thank you Alice Cooper), she’s a problem solver, her manners are superb, she’s always been highly organized, intelligent, loves fiercely, protects those she loves at all costs, and fights for what is right.

One thing Betty Cooper is not is patient.

It’s torture watching the minutes tick by in each class, waiting for it all to be over so she can (finally) be clued into whatever the hell is going on with her soulmate.

Her outfit serves as an adequate distraction for the first hour or so of school.

Everyone seems so surprised to see Betty Cooper in a short dress and thigh-high boots. It makes her feel good, free even, but she still feels like a fake. She’s still covering the most important part of her body that she wants to be seen—her golden crown.

And if Reggie Mantle would stop staring at her and licking his lips, it would be much appreciated.

Veronica tells her at lunch that he made some comment in one of the classes the two share together. Something along the lines of “where has Mini-Cooper been hiding those bitchin’ legs!?” was said to which Veronica responded “funny, Jughead didn’t seem to have to ask that question,” and apparently shut the jock up.

Jughead can’t hide his grin behind his burger—no matter how big the sandwich was his grin is bigger.

It’s a little surreal, she admits. Betty’s not used to be being noticed by boys other than Jughead, no matter how much her boyfriend disputes and says boys have always noticed her. They’ve always admired the size of her chest, this she knows, but because of their mark and how she’s had to hide it, they’ve never had anything to stare at before.

That five inches of thigh is garnering attention, but she wishes they could see five inches below her neckline instead.

The odd day is tied together with a red bow when, as she’s waiting for Jughead, Cheryl Blossom approaches her with an expression Betty can’t place on her face.

“Not bad, Cooper, not bad,” is all the redhead says before sauntering away, her two best friends trying to match their leader’s long strides and confident steps as always.

She doesn’t mention the encounter to Jughead, who appears around the corner ten seconds later, ready to go—go where she isn’t sure. Last time she was in his home she was kicked out, and she’s not looking for a repeat.

To avoid a fight, she stays tight-lipped, thinking of Cheryl Blossom, wondering why she bothered to stop and say anything to her, and why she didn’t use the opportunity to ask about Polly.

Would one half of the infamous red-headed duo tell her sister she borrowed her dress? Would Polly even care? She used to hate when Betty borrowed her clothes without asking.

It surprises Betty that she doesn’t care. If that’s what Polly chooses to be angry about, then honestly… all Betty can think is ‘fuck her!’ It feels like she’s spent the last year doing all the work in their relationship only to be left in the cold time and time again. Maybe this time it’s Polly’s turn.

“Betty?” she’s torn from her thoughts by Jughead tugging on her hand, and it makes her fumble because she’s so caught off guard. “Shit, Betts, you alright?” he asks as he catches her shoulders.

“What?” she responds and blinks, taking in her surroundings. They are at the drive-in, the projector booth, to be exact. “What are we doing here?”

“Was it nice?” he asks while unlocking the door.

“What?” she repeats.

“The daydream?” he clarifies.

“Oh, no, it was—never mind,” she sighs. “What are we doing here?”

Jughead responds by opening the door for her and gestures for her to lead the way in. He’s right behind her, slapping a light switch with practiced precision and tosses the keys on the projector desk.

Betty has been in the film booth before back when Jughead first got the job at the beginning of summer but before she left for Boston. The booth looked very different than it did then.

Back then it was barren, bleak, just a few chairs and shelves full of film reels, a couple posters up on the walls, and a small supply closet that contained nothing special—a long forgotten lost and found box, an old rolled up cot, and film reels that had burned or scratched in some way, but hadn’t been thrown out.

Now, it’s full of life. Amongst the posters are pictures of her and their friends pinned, the cot is open and has fresh blankets on it, the bed made, and a pile of his clothes neatly folded in the corner. There’s also a portable stove and a stash of snacks readily available.

“Jug,” Betty whispers and turns wide-eyed. “What… is this?”

Jughead takes his hat off and tosses it next to the discarded keys before collapsing on the cot. “This is where I stayed for longer than I want to admit this summer,” he answers.

“What?”

“I was crashing at Archie’s before, like usual, but after our fight, this became my humble abode,” he tells her while leaning back against the wall.

“Why weren’t you at the trailer, Jug? I know you spend most of the summer at Archie’s, well my place, but with me gone I just figured—”

“I’d be at Archie’s? I was until we got into our spat, and then I needed somewhere to go, and the cot was already here,” Jughead says with a shrug.

“Why, Jug?” Betty presses.

“C’mere,” Jughead offers and holds out a hand. Betty takes it and sits next to him, her legs crossed like a lady because of the dress. “You don’t have to do that with me, you know,” he murmurs, to which she raises an eyebrow. “I’m not Reggie, I’ve seen it all, and this is a big conversation, it might take a while.”

Betty puffs out a laugh before removing the boots and scooting back to get more comfortable. “This cot isn’t bad,” she mentions and does a little bounce before crossing her legs in a way that is not very lady like to do in a dress.

Jughead smiles and takes one of her hands in both of this, his brow furrowed as he plays with her fingers for a long moment. “Sorry, I’m trying to think of how to start. I’ve rehashed this out in my head a million times today,” he admits.

“Start with the beginning,” Betty urges softly.

“The day after you left I went with Jellybean, my mom, and Billy to Toledo to help them settle in and see my grandparents,” he says a minute later. “I took the bus home and my dad met me at the station when I got off.”

“You didn’t tell me that,” Betty can’t help but murmur. “That was nice of him.”

“Yeah, it was kind of a blip after the night went on,” he goes on. “We walked to Pop’s, he carried my bag, which was his old Army bag, and it was…” he stops and lets out a long breath. “Probably one of the best memories I have of him since I was a kid.”

Betty smiles, but keeps quiet, and just leans in to kiss his cheek.

“We ate, like, half the menu and talked for hours. He asked about Toledo, and my grandparents, and how Jellybean liked it. We even Facetimed her right there, and fuck, Betty, she looked so happy to see us together and my dad sober. It felt like a new beginning instead of just the next explosion.” Jughead smiles to himself like he still can’t believe it happened. “He told me how he had a job, and he hadn’t missed a single day, he said he didn’t plan on missing any, and when we went home the trailer was clean, Betts, like, your style clean.”

“Your dad probably even shaved just for you too, huh?” Betty asks and Jughead looks at her with a smile and nod. “So what happened, Juggie?”

“We were just hanging out, talking, I was putting my clothes away and—it just felt so good, you know? He was paying attention to me, in a way he hadn’t done in so long, in a way I didn’t realize I’ve fucking craved since I was a little kid. I buried it deep down inside me.”

“I know, baby,” Betty whispers and cups his cheek.

“But then I found a jacket in the closet, his jacket.” Jughead stops to sigh. “A Southside Serpent jacket.”

Betty straightens but says nothing.

“I asked him what the hell he was doing. I mean, it’s not like they are the Sons of Anarchy but the Serpents are still serious business. He was finally sober, had a decent job, and he was going to get caught up in this shit? I was pretty pissed.”

“What’d be say?”

“He told me he wasn’t a Southside Serpent,” Jughead tells her, and she opens her mouth, but he goes on. “I told him that would be a lot more believable if I wasn’t holding the fucking jacket in my hands, but he’s a helluva good actor. He said,” Jughead stops to smile sardonically, “he said he’s not a Serpent, he’s the Serpent, he’s in charge, the fucking president of the club.”

“Holy shit,” Betty can’t help but say. “Since when?”

“Apparently, he was involved when I was a kid, around when I went to Juvie, and my mom told him to quit, that even though it was bringing in a little bit of money, it was a bad influence on me. But I didn’t even fucking know back then, so how he was a bad influence on me I’ll never fucking know. He got involved again around when my mom left and took Jellybean but kept it quiet. He said he wasn’t going to hide it from me anymore because I deserved to know, that he’s going to be straight with me about shit from now on.”

“And?” Betty prompts.

“And that’s it. I mean, we talked about it, I asked him why. He told me he never had to fight to belong with them and that he felt he was battling my mom for a long time before they even broke up. He said he made a lot of bad choices with drinking and how he acted and the things he did after Billy entered the picture. He actually, uh, he actually thanked me for standing by him, he said it meant a lot and that I’m already a better man than he’ll ever be.”

“Wow,” she breathes.

“And honestly, Betts, it’s keeping him busy. He has a job. He brings in extra money by helping out the guys with construction stuff once in a while. He does whatever it is they do as Serpents, and he only drinks on the weekends when he doesn’t work,” Jughead admits. “And, even then, it’s not a lot. I guess being the face of the Serpents means he has to look good in public,” he says with a little bit of a laugh.

“Jug, if being in the Serpents is giving him the stability to be a father to you and keep a job -  as long as he’s not in trouble, and not getting you into any- then fine, he’s a Serpent. Is that it, is that what you were worried about telling me?” she asks.

He does that sardonic smile again and even leans forward to kiss her lightly. “If only it were, baby.”

“I’m going to get angry, aren’t I?” Betty sighs. “Something is going to make me mad, I can feel it.”

“Probably, yeah,” he can’t help but agree. “I was still spending most my time with Arch. I worked for Fred whenever he called because someone was sick and he needed an extra guy. I worked here and played video games, I talked to you all day, every day, and wrote. All of that you know.”

“Okay, get to what I don’t know,” Betty urges.

“Patience,” he responds, and Betty gives him a look. “I know, I know, you hate that you’re impatient, wrong thing to say, sorry,” he apologizes quickly. “Archie started acting weird, it led to what you don’t know and I’m still not telling you about—”

“Because it’s his business, I know,” she finishes in a huff.

“Right. I hung around the trailer park more, worked on the bike a bit, went to that new pawn shop a little, but one night on my way home from the drive-in I… well there’s no easy way to tell you this, Betts, but I got jumped.”

“What?” she just about screeched and ripped her hand from his. “You got jumped, and you didn’t tell me? You talked to me every day and you just left that part out? What the fuck, Jughead?”

“Yeah, I expected that reaction,” he admits, wryly.

“Was it the Serpents? Why would they do that?”

“It wasn’t the Serpents, Betts. They know who I am and who my dad is, they would never,” Jughead assures her. “It was the Ghoulies.”

“Those drug addicts!? They jumped you? Was it random? What did your dad say? Hell, your dad’s a Serpent now, what did he do?” she asks in rapid succession, then softens. “God, Jug, what did they do to you?” she murmurs while taking his face into her hands.

He leans into her hold. “It wasn’t my finest look, but Toni took pictures because she’s into photography too and they turned out pretty gnarly. I don’t recommend them for you though, it wouldn’t end well for me.”

“Jug, what happened?”

“I limped home, called my dad, and—it wasn’t random. I was the intended target. They were sending a message.”

“What message? You’re a fifteen-year-old kid, for God’s sake, who does this shit?” Betty demands.

“Gangs in a turf war,” Jughead answers easily. “They were letting my dad know they are encroaching on their territory, and that,” he stops to clear his throat. “It was the Ghoulies mocking my dad, saying if you can’t keep your own son safe, how are you doing to keep everyone else safe? My dad was fucking livid, Betty, I’ve never seen him like that before.”

“Good! I’m livid! They beat you up, Jug, and because of a turf war? What does that even mean? Why does it matter—”

“The Ghoulies are a gang, Betts,” Jughead interrupts. “At their core, they are dicks who think they are better than everyone else. The Serpents aren’t like them, they try to keep the community safe, to keep their kids in school, to be better than them, and they may dabble in some illegal business, I’m not privy to any of that, but they aren’t like the Ghoulies. Those guys are scum, Betts, and they used me to hit my dad where it hurts, and it—fuck, it still makes me so angry.”

“It was right before the Fourth, wasn’t it?” Betty asks quietly but already knows the answer. “Around when Archie got ‘sick’ and your phone’s camera was fucking up so you couldn’t Facetime.”

“Those weren’t all lies,” is the first thing out of Jughead’s mouth. “My phone did get fucked when they jumped me, I had to go to Apple and sit there for hours as they practically did surgery on it, but—yes,” he admits. “Archie being sick was a lie. I still wanted to see you, so bad, bad enough that I was going to go anyways, but—Archie and I got into that fight and he wouldn’t go and I couldn’t go alone so—I just got so angry at everything I did something stupid, Betty.”

Betty stays quiet, readying herself for whatever he’s about to tell her.

“I went behind my dad’s back and joined the Serpents.”

“You—what?!” Betty exclaims, and she knows her voice is harsh, but she doesn’t care.

“I started to, I mean,” Jughead corrects and stands before her. “It’s a process, and once it’s started there’s no stopping it, and Archie found out and we got into another fight and fuck!” Jughead stops as he begins to pace. “My dad was pissed, he told Archie, hoping he’d knock sense into me and he did. He told me if I did all this without letting you know I was being just like my dad by trying to fix something but only making it worse. And—and that you’re the biggest part of me and if I did this without telling you that, soulmate or not, it’s something that could fuck us up so I stopped it.”

“Stopped it!? You just said once you start there is no stopping it!” Betty reminds him and tries to stand, but Jughead kneels in front of her.

“I’m not saying any of this right, just wait, please, let me get this right,” he pleads, his hands gripping her hips. “There’s an initiation process. It’s three parts and I only did the first two. I’m not a Serpent, I did stop it. I was just so fucking angry, Betty, you have to understand. I was used against my dad and it pissed me off because he was finally doing so well, and those fucks tried to take that away from him. I had to do something to show my dad I was safe, that I am safe, and that,” Jughead stops and stands before her. “I’m my father’s son, Betty. That means something around here with who he is now. They call me the Serpent Prince, and they used the fact that I’m not in against my dad.”

“And they used the fact that he is in, and the leader, against you, Jug, you have to see that,” Betty insists.

“I do, I do,” he assures her. “But, the good outweighs the bad, Betts. My dad is actually being a father to me. He calls Jellybean every day. He asks how my day was. The Serpents accept him for who he is, and that’s something my mom never did, and that’s really what tore them apart. She didn’t believe in him and he always tried to prove her wrong by doing something over the top to come out like a hero. I don’t want to be like that, Betts, and I realized I was falling into that habit too. I mess up and try so hard to fix it when all I really should have done is just tell you what was going on with me.”

“So what do you want from me, Jug?” Betty asks him, her expression passive and not giving anything away. “Approval? It seems like your mind is already made up. The Serpents brought your dad belonging and stability, he’s being what you always wanted him to be, and that’s amazing, Jug, it is. But he’s a grown man, what I think about him being a Serpent doesn’t matter—”

“It does to me!” Jug interrupts.

“Because you want to be one too, that’s the truth isn’t it?”

He’s quiet because they both know his answer.

“Why did you kick me out of the trailer, Jug? So I wouldn’t see your dad in the Serpent jacket?”

“Part of it,” he tells her and leans back on the projector desk. “I wanted you to hear from me first. I was working my way up to it. But also because,” he stops and sighs, “he doesn’t want me to join either and I know he’d use you against me like he did Archie.”

“Shouldn’t that mean something? That he doesn’t want you to join? You said the Serpents want better for their kids, more than they have, isn’t that we’re working towards?” Betty asks as she steps up to him. “It’s a far-off dream, but we always said New York. We’d get an apartment together, you’ll go to NYU for writing or film or both, and I’d go Columbia and we’d commute from New Jersey because the rent is cheaper. If you did this, would we still be able to do that?” she questions in a whisper. “I don’t want you to make a rash decision now because you’re angry and mess up everything we’ve wanted for so long.”

Jughead immediately takes her face in his hands. “I would never jeopardize that life with you, Betty, never,” he swears. “Of course, we’d still be able to do all of that. I can’t wait for that shitty New York apartment or slightly larger shitty apartment in New Jersey. I can’t wait until all the small-town drama shit doesn’t matter and we can just be together the way we want to be.”

“You already got hurt because of this once, Jug. I don’t want you involved in something that can keep getting you hurt. This Ghoulie thing, it sounds serious.”

“It is serious, but as far as I know—my dad handled it.  I’m not in yet, so I don’t get to know details. Sunnyside was about to get taken over because a couple Ghoulies moved in, but they’re gone now so everything is good. I stayed here while my dad handled it. The drive-in is Serpent territory,” he tells her.

“You still haven’t told me what you want from me,” Betty whispers and his hands drop.

“Maybe you’re right, I want your approval, because you’re the most important part of my life, and none of this is worth anything if you’re not with me,” he admits.

“You’re my forever, Jug, and I could never leave you. I know wouldn’t survive it,” Betty tells him, not caring to hide the crackle in her voice. “But no matter how intertwined we are, this decision is yours. I’m not going to be the kind of partner who dictates what you do, that isn’t the kind of soulmate I want to be—”

“You’re not—” Jughead interrupts.

“Please, let me finish,” Betty pleads. “You just need to realize that whatever you decide, you’re deciding for me too. You say the Serpents are the good guys and while I do believe they are better than the Ghoulies, you’re deluding yourself if you think they aren’t doing illegal things right alongside them.”

“Betty, it’s not—”

“No!” Betty exclaims. “The Serpents are a gang, I’m not saying they don’t have better intentions or ideals than the Ghoulies, but it’s still a gang,” she insists. “If you do this, if you join this life, I won’t stop you, but you have to realize all that we’re giving up in place of it. You’re changing the dream we have of New York and leaving Riverdale for something more, something better,” she goes on. “Your own father who is the leader does not want you involved, shouldn’t that tell you something?”

“This is your answer then?” Jughead asks, his tone low and full of gravel.

“This is me telling you how I feel about this very big decision you almost made without me,” she corrects. “You can tell me how wonderful you think the Serpents are, how great they’ve been to your dad and how much they’ve helped him, and I’ll believe you. But don’t you sit there and act like the Serpents are having pillow-fights while the Ghoulies are selling drugs and running chop shops.”

Jughead plops down on the cot with his head in his hands. He doesn’t say anything as he rubs his palms against his eyes.

“These marks, Jughead,” she begins again, and he peaks up beneath his knuckles. “These mean everything to me,” she says softly while kneeling on the cot next to him and tugging down on his shirt to show their crown. “That means you mean everything to me and that I will be with you always. If you decide that being a Serpent is something you need to do, if it’s something that will make you truly happy, I’m not going to stop you. But you don’t get to sit there and lie to me, don’t you tell me that it won’t change the future we want together, because I won’t have it.”

Jughead rests his hand over hers on his chest and nods slowly. “Okay.”

“I’m done with the lies, Jughead Jones, you hear me?”

He simply nods again, but Betty bores holes into his eyes. “I hear you, Betty. No more lies, ever.”

“Okay,” she mimics and falls onto her butt. Betty lets out a shaky breath and buries her face in his neck. “This is all, right Jug? No more secrets or surprises?”

Jughead pulls away just enough to look her in the eye. “Well, my dad still doesn’t know about our marks, but he does comment on how I’m like him by not needing mark, but—”

“Here we go,” Betty sighs and drops her head against the wall, feeling like she’s about to cry.

“He may have made a remark or two about how you’ll break my heart because you’re going to mark and I’m not,” Jughead admits.

“And you said?” she prompts.

“That we’re not them, you’re not mom, and that I’d appreciate if he didn’t talk about you like that.”

Betty accepts this and lets her eyelids start to slide closed.

“There’s something else you should know about the last part of initiation too,” he admits, and she groans. “I know, I’m sorry, but—no more secrets, not even out of some unnecessary need to protect you, right?”

“Just tell me,” she mumbles.

“It’s called the Gauntlet, and it’s—only the guys do it because it’s rough,” Jughead tells her.

“What is it?”

“It’s two rows of Serpents, about ten or twelve guys total, and I have to make it to the end conscious.”

“They’re jumping you too?!” Betty exclaims.

“I don’t think it’s considered a jump if—”

“Don’t get technical with me, Jughead Jones, now is not the time.”

Jughead just nods and bites his lips.

“Can’t they just consider what the Ghoulies did as your initiation if you decide to join?” she wonders aloud.

“Do you have any idea how many fights these guys get into with each other?”

Betty looks at him blankly. “Yes, I keep gang stats readily available, let me get out my handy-dandy notebook.”

At this, Jughead smiles. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

Betty softens, but only a little. “Don’t get cute with me either, Jughead Jones.”

“The point is, I have to run the Gauntlet if I want to join. You wanted to know everything, this is everything.”

“Have you made your decision?” Betty asks quietly.

“No,” he answers. “Is that okay?”

“Yes, it’s okay, but I also would like to know before you run the Gauntlet if that is the choice you make. No putting it off until it’s over to protect me from worrying or my anxiety. That’s a cop-out and you know it.”

Tentatively, he wraps an arm around her shoulders and without hesitation she leans into it. “Are we good? Or are we in some type of limbo until I decide?”

“No more limbos,” Betty murmurs while looking up at him. “We’re good, I just—I’m not going to sugarcoat how I feel about this when it’s something this big. I won’t, this is too important.”

“I know. I love you,” Jughead insists as he leans back and pulls her with him.

“You do, huh?” she breathes against his neck.

“And I know that you’re the best part of me, and above all else, above everyone else, you know me better and what is best for me, even if I may not see it,” he continues, his lips close to her ear and his voice low. “I just need time to think. I have until my birthday, so even though we’re not in limbo, I am, and I have a lot of thinking to do.”

“Good,” Betty states. “It’s a big decision, one you rushed into, and if you have the opportunity to stop and think, you should take it.”

“I am,” he assures her.

Betty hooks a leg over his hips and melts into his frame. “I have a headache now.”

“You know what they say is good for headaches?”

“Hm?”

Jughead slips a hand up her thigh and plays with the hem of her dress. “Orgasms.”

“Really?” Betty rolls onto her back and Jughead settles on an elbow above her. “Well, if you’re willing to do the work—”

“Believe me, I do not consider it work,” he tells her with a lascivious grin.

“I certainly don’t consider you work. You’re easy,” she laughs.

“Yes, yes, I am,” Jughead agrees and starts working his way down her body. “But, damn, do I enjoy making sure you unravel.”

To be continued...

Notes: Alright fam - a heavy chap with some secrets revealed... and let it be known Jug's secret changed about 3 times, and, as always, @jandjsalmon was there to help me make sure everything was still cohesive and made sense. What do you think? I had a different ending, one Jandy was NOT happy with, and we can't have that! Jk, she made some very valid points and helped me see the light so - voila, this is what you got! I’d love to hear your thoughts!

[pidgelings]

Day 5: Rainforest

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12882291/chapters/29544345

Soulmates, whenever they dream at the same time, always end up in the same dreamscape. Sadly, the only thing they can remember from those dreams is the location they take place.

For Pidge, the gorgeous rainforest is the location she always remembers from her soulmate dream. That and the color blue...

Day 5 of Pidgance Month and OH BOY DID THIS TURN OUT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED -- I guess that’s what happens when you start writing and you just can’t stop...

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

It was always the same dream; that’s how these things worked. And, just like usual, she could only remember the place, not the person she was there with. A rainforest… How peculiar.

That’s just how these things worked.

Pidge groaned as she sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Another day, another chance to shrug through life. Her mornings were always slow, especially today as she didn’t have any classes to attend. Of course, that lead her to a dilemma. What was she going to do today? Her brother’s words always popped into her head when she found herself in situations like this.

Go out and search for them.

In all honesty, she didn’t want to waste her time with a meaningless search. …Okay, maybe “meaningless” isn’t the correct word… But, still, the task would be more likely to end up a failure than a success. I mean, how can you find your soulmate when all you have is a location that you always visit in your dreams?

For those of you not familiar with this reality of Earth, here’s a brief explanation. Everyone has a soulmate; someone they’re destined to be with. But, of course, to have the answer to a problem you don’t even fully understand, things can become complicated for everyone involved. So, whatever in this universe that created the concept of soulmates also created the most bullshit way of finding them. You see, soulmates will always end up in the same dream if they dream at the same time. If you don’t dream at the same time, you have regular ol’ dreams. The location is always the same and is supposed to represent a mix of both, or in some cases, multiple people’s personalities. You’ll likely encounter your soulmate in this dreamscape. But, as mentioned, this strategy is pretty stupid as once you wake up, the only thing you can remember is the location that forms your dream. It’s very annoying.

Anyways, when Pidge was a kid, very rarely did she have the soulmate dream. Sometimes, she’d end up in it last second or just when she started sleeping, but it never lasted. She was quick to gather that her soulmate probably lived rather far from her as they probably had a time difference. However, as she grew up, the dream became more frequent and lasted much longer. She knew she met her soulmate many times at this point, but she couldn’t remember what they looked like, how they acted, or anything about them. However, her mind always said “blue” when she tried to recall them.

So, what was she going to do today? She had half a mind to call up her friend, Keith, and see if he wanted to catch a movie with her. The two were close, albeit not even close to being soulmates, and had a lot of common interests. So, why the heck not? It’s not like she had anything better to do.

Reaching for her cellphone, she soon found herself dialing his number and waiting for him to pick up.

“…Hello?” An annoyed tone answered after the third ring. Pidge knew that Keith knew it was her and that was just his way of saying: "Hurry up and tell me what you want to drag me to."

“Hey, you wanna go see a movie with me?”

“What movie?”

“I was thinking that new Thor movie could be fun?”

“…What time?”

“Dunno. What time works for you?”

“Well, it’s cheaper if we go early so…”

Pidge opened her laptop as she talked with Keith as she needed to check the showing times. After a few minutes of searching, she hummed.

“10:45 sound good to you?”

“It’s 10:10, Pidge. Are we just going to race over there?”

“Um. yeah?”

“…Fine. See you at the theater.”

“See ya.”

It didn’t take long for Pidge to get ready. Her outfit was simple, just a green hoodie with grey sweatpants and some sneakers. Her short, messy hair was also tied back just to show that she sort of tried with her appearance. After grabbing some money and her keys, she drove over to the theater in her Prius, just in time to meet Keith at the front.

He wasn’t dressed to extravagantly either, just a black shirt with red flannel, unbuttoned, over it, some jeans, and some black converse. He also had a red beanie matching his flannel on his head. He waved at her as he walked over.

“Who’s got the food and who’s got the tickets this time?” His question was blunt, as he usually was.

“I’ll take food if you got the tickets?” He nodded as the two headed towards the ticket booth.

“So, why are we seeing a movie this time? Last time it was because there was a horrible smell in your apartment.”

“Nothing too big. Just didn’t feel like sitting around all day with nothing to do.”

“Fair enough.” The duo reached the ticket lady and Keith quickly asked for two to see Thor: Ragnarok. Pidge and Keith never were people who were fond of talking with strangers.

“How’s Shiro?” Pidge hummed as she waited.

“He’s alright. Little stressed at the moment, but knowing him, he’s going to pull through just fine.”

“That’s good. Tell him I said hi when you get back.”

“Will do. Also, can you tell your brother to stop crashing at our place? He’s been there almost every night for the past three weeks.” Pidge laughed at this.

“Can’t make any promises, but I can tell him that he’s welcome at my place for a few days.” The two took the tickets that were handed to them and headed inside.

The second one of the cashiers saw them enter, he called out to them. Since the theater wasn’t as crowded as it would be later in the day, they could just walk up to him.

“Hello, you two!”

“Hey, Coran,” Pidge chuckled with a small smile, “How are you today?”

“I’m doing quite well! Things are a little slow right now, but no doubt they’ll pick up a bit later. Getting the usual?” The two nodded. “Coming right up!”

Coran knew Pidge and Keith quite well and they knew him. He was kinda like a crazy uncle of sorts to them. They frequented the theater so often that he knew what they usually got. A Large popcorn with half dumped into a separate box and the other half buttered. Pidge always took the buttered half while Keith took the box. Keith would have a medium Diet Coke while Pidge always got a Cherry Icee. Plus, they’d always get an order of cheese sticks to split. It was always the same.

“So, anything interesting happen this week?” Coran asked as he was grabbing the popcorn.

“Not really, just had a few tests that weren’t that hard. Pretty uneventful.” As much as Pidge was glad she didn’t have a lot of stress this week, part of her missed the challenge.

“Well, some guy just transferred to one of my classes and god is he annoying…”

“Oh? Do share!” Pidge chuckled at Keith’s annoyance.

“I don’t even know his name, but he practically goes out of his way to make a nuisance of himself.”

Coran hummed as he dropped the popcorn off, “Perhaps he just likes being the center of attention?”

“Probably. I think I became a target for him when I expressed a lack of interest in his antics because now he calls me ‘Mullet’ and won’t stop bugging me.” Once again, Pidge laughed.

“Sounds fun. Well, hopefully, he’ll learn to back off soon.”

“God, I hope so,” Keith groaned.

Having finally gathered their entire order together and the two having paid for it, a quick stop to get some straws and salt was all they needed before heading into the theater. Just as they suspected, it wasn’t that packed and they easily got some really good seats. Movie previews were already underway and Keith was a little miffed that they missed a couple of them. He was always the one who wanted to see what movies were coming up.

Just as the movie was just getting started, Pidge noticed two guys come into the theater. Guessing that they were just a couple of guys who took a while to get their refreshments, seeing that they both were holding drinks and popcorn, she paid them no more mind as she focused on the screen.

Of course, that focused was shattered when she heard a voice speak up behind her. It wasn’t easy to tell what he was saying, over the movie’s audio, but it very much distracted her. Since she couldn’t recall anyone sitting behind her and Keith when they came in, she gathered that it was the two guys who just came in. Not wishing to cause a scene, she did her best to put her focus back on the movie.

That didn’t last.

As it turns out, whoever was behind her seemed to REALLY like commenting on everything he was seeing on the screen. His friend would occasionally try to tell him to be quiet, but it was clear he wouldn’t listen to him. Pidge’s eyes drifted over to Keith, who seemed to be just as annoyed as she was by this asshole’s commentary. After a few more minutes of the annoying whispering, the two finally had enough and turned to face the culprit.

“Do you mind being quiet?!” Pidge snapped with a harsh whisper. She looked over the two guys. One was a bit on the bigger side, wearing a grey hoodie with her college’s name across the front with some black pants. The other guy was a bit more lanky, wearing a loose tank top and jeans. The latter seemed taken back by her harsh words while the former turned to him.

“See?! I knew you were bugging people!” he whispered while the other one rolled his eyes.

“Geez, I was being quiet!”

“No you weren’t-“ Keith cut in before his eyes widened slightly. “It’s you!” The lanky guy seemed confused for a moment before his surprise changed to a smug look.

“Well, hey there, Mullet! Taking your girlfriend out to the movies~?” Pidge gathered that this was the guy Keith had been talking about earlier. Her eyes narrowed at the girlfriend comment and before Keith could respond, she beat him to it.

“I’m not his girlfriend. Now, how about you just shut up and let us watch the movie in peace!” Up to this point, Pidge hadn’t really gotten a good look at either of these strangers’ faces. It wasn’t until the lanky boy’s eyes locked with hers that she suddenly froze.

His eyes were so blue. The screen was bright enough that she could see them quite clearly. He now felt so familiar to her, but she just couldn’t explain why or how. Blue…

He too seemed to be caught in a trance as their eyes met before he snapped out of it with an awkward cough.

“Sorry… I’ll shut up.” Unlike his smug behavior earlier, his voice was now soft, almost awkward as he leaned back in his seat. His friend gave him an odd look before shooting an apologetic smile towards her and Keith.

Just as they turned back around to look at the screen, Pidge saw the look Keith was giving her. It was the “What the hell was that?” look. Pidge just shrugged as she looked towards the screen. Sadly, it was nearly impossible to focus on the rest of the movie.

Once the movie ended and Keith forced her to stay put for the credits, the two threw out their trash and headed out. However, Keith said he needed to use the bathroom really quick, so Pidge pulled herself over to a bench and sat down. Interestingly, there was a familiar person sitting on the same bench.

“Hi,” he said with a sort of dorky awkwardness, “sorry about my friend’s behavior.”

“It’s fine,” Pidge sighed. “What are you doing out here?”

“Lance said he needed to use the bathroom and he asked me to wait out here.”

“Same with me and Keith.” The guy nodded in response before holding out his hand to her.

“Name’s Hunk.” Pidge took his hand with a soft smile.

“I’m Pidge. I take it your friend’s name is Lance?”

“Yeah,” Hunk said with a nod, “and your friend is Keith?”

“Yep.” The two found themselves in a silence after that before Pidge spoke up again. “So, Altea University, huh?” Hunk seemed taken back by her words before he nodded.

“Yeah, do you go there?” Pidge nodded.

“Both me and Keith. My brother also goes there along with Keith’s soulmate, Shiro.”

“Oh! Your friend already found his soulmate?”

“Yeah and it really wasn’t that hard. They figured it out at a young age when Shiro’s family took Keith in. They had the same dreamscape and all the signs pointed to them being meant for one another but they didn’t start dating until about high school. My family is pretty close to theirs so my brother and I watched their whole love story unfold.”

“That’s pretty cool. I haven't found mine yet, but I think they’re close.”

“I hope you find them. What’s your dreamscape?”

“Well, you know those rock formations in Arizona?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s my dreamscape. It’s really pretty.”

“Sounds pretty.”

“What’s yours?”

“Mine? It’s a rainforest.” Hunk seemed to perk up at those words.

“A rainforest?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh. Interesting.” The conversation ended there. A new topic came up and the two found out that they had several common interests in the world of science. Deciding it might be fun to hang out some more later, numbers were exchanged before Keith and Lance both came out of the bathroom, a smug expression once again on Lance’s face while Keith looked ready to shoot someone.

“You ready to go?” His clipped tone told Pidge that he really wanted to leave. She nodded before saying a nice goodbye to Hunk. Hunk said he’d text her later just as Pidge locked eyes with Lance.

Now getting a better look at him, she could see how tan his skin was and how there was a faint dusting of freckles all over his cheeks and shoulders. His hair was mildly messy, but in a way that looked nice. And, god, his eyes were just so blue…

Keith practically dragged her away not long after and headed outside.

“What’s up with you and the prick?” Once more, his tone was sharp. He wanted an answer.

“Honestly, I have no clue…”

That night, she found herself in the same place. That gorgeous rainforest. It was raining as it usually did, but she wasn’t wet. Her freckled skin and fluffy hair were dry to the touch. She walked along the trail she always did before coming to a small lake with a waterfall pouring into it. There, she saw him, just like usual.

“Hey,” she called out with a smile. The boy turned to her with a soft smile.

“Hey yourself,” he chuckled back. He held out his hand to her, which she gladly took once she got a bit closer to him. “How are you?”

“I’m alright. Had a bit of an interesting day.” The two sat down as the boy hummed with interest.

“Oh? Care to share?” His blue eyes were always so nice to look into. They made her feel safe and at home.

“I went to the movies with my friend today and I met a couple of interesting characters.”

“How interesting are we talking here? Like, as interesting as ME or…?” Pidge chuckled at her soulmate’s words before playfully shoving his shoulder.

“Oh, get over yourself.” Her tone was playful and held no bite to it. “Anyways, they were pretty interesting. I have a lot of similar interests with one of them, so we exchanged numbers so we could hang out later.”

“Sounds fun! Wanna hear what I did today?”

“Sure! Share away!”

“Well, I went to the movies today too. I was pointing out some of the funny scenes we were watching when the two people in front of us turned around and told us to shut up. It caught me off guard, but being the nice guy that I am, I agreed to be quiet. Funny thing was that I knew one of them because he’s in my class. He’s the guy I was telling you about last time that was really crabby?”

“Right, I remember.”

“Yeah, well, the movie was really good and besides that little bump, I had a good time.”

“Nice. You know, that’s kinda funny.”

“What is?”

“Our stories are pretty similar. Kinda like they’re two sides of the same story.”

“Yeah, I guess they are. Huh.”

“Anyways, it seems like our time is up.” Pidge’s soulmate sighed sadly.

“God, I wish I could spend more time with you…” He was always such a romantic. With a soft laugh, Pidge leaned in to plant a small kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you the next time we sleep.” He smiled.

“Okay. See you later, Pidge.”

“See you later, Lance.”

Pidge woke up to an annoying buzzing coming from her phone. With a grumble, she checked to see who was bugging her. Turns out, it was Hunk. Slightly confused, she answered the phone. “Hello…?” Her voice was heavy with sleep.

“Hey, Pidge! Sorry for waking you up.”

“S’fine,” she muttered as she did her best to stretch. “What’s up?”

“Well, I was thinking, if you’re down for it, Lance and I could take you to play some mini-golf as a sort of apology for messing up your movie.”

“Just me? What about Keith?” Hunk seemed startled by the question.

“Uh, I’m sorry, would he want to come? I didn’t peg him as the type of guy who’d be into something like that…” Pidge chuckled at his words.

“Nah, you’re right. Mini-golf isn’t something he’s too fond of. He doesn’t have the patience for it. I’m down. I’m guessing you’re referring to the indoor mini-golf and arcade place on Ferrona Way?”

“Yeah, that’s the place! Can you meet us there in an hour?”

“Sure. See you in a bit.”

“Bye!”

Once more, it didn’t take Pidge long to get ready, only she put a little more effort into her outfit. A grey shirt with some jeans, black flats, and a light green knit cardigan. Once again, she tired her hair back but opted against using makeup. Why should she bother getting all dressed up? Following the same routine, she grabbed some money and her keys and headed out.

Thinking about it, wasn’t it a little odd that she trusted these two despite only knowing them for less than a day? Shouldn’t she be worried that they were going to hurt her? …Nah. She knew that was just being ridiculous. They haven’t shown any signs of being bad people and usually, she could get a good reading if someone was faking their kindness.

The young woman soon found herself at the place. “Voltron Fun Zone,” what a childish name, but whatever. She found a parking spot and got out of her car before she noticed another car take the spot next to her. Looking through the windows, she could see that it was Hunk and Lance showing up. The two waved at her before their car was parked and they exited the vehicle.

“Hey, Pidge!” Hunk said with a smile. He was dressed for the cold weather, wearing a quarter-sleeve white shirt with an orange, puffy vest over it with dark grey pants and some black combat shoes.

“Hey,” she responded with a hum before looking over at Lance. Unlike the previous day, he was in a light grey shirt with a brown bomber jacket and black skinny jeans. He had normal sneakers though. He gave her a sheepish smile as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Uh, sorry for the distraction yesterday. I kinda tend to talk a lot…” Pidge let out a breathy chuckle.

“It’s fine. So, are we doing this or not?” The two guys nodded before they headed inside.

Now, despite Pidge knowing the place, she had never been inside before. The inside was fairly dark, illuminated by dark lights and the neon paint all over the walls, creating pictures of planets and stars. Clearly, this was a space-themed attraction. Her eyes drifted over to the mini-golf course, where she saw only a handful of groups playing. Must be a slow day. The course did look fun though; enough obstacles to keep things fun, but not difficult. As Hunk and Lance bought them a round, Pidge had a question on her mind.

“Are we going to play a serious round or are we just going to goof off and play for funsies?” Hunk chuckled at her question.

“Well, usually, we start off with ‘funsies’ but then this guy,” he gestured to Lance, “gets competitive and things get serious.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault you start bragging that you got a hole-in-one!”

“Excuse me, I do not brag! I just point it out!”

“Oh yeah, sure! It’s not like I didn’t just watch what you did already!” Pidge rolled her eyes playfully at their bickering.

“Alright, so we’re being playfully competitive. Got it. Get ready to have your asses handed to ya~” The two were taken back by Pidge’s words before Lance smirked and leaned down slightly.

“Oh, you think you’re going to be better than us?”

“I don’t think I will be… I KNOW I will be~ Now, hurry up~ I have no need to drag out your humiliations~” With a laugh, Pidge took her club, ball, and the scorecard and started walking towards the course, leaving Hunk and Lance in a mild shock from her confidence.

Oh. It was on now.

They were about halfway through the course and neck in neck with one another. Lance had started to play dirty, purposefully trying to distract Hunk and Pidge when it was their turns. The strategy worked pretty well against Hunk, but Pidge was tougher to break. Honestly, both boys were pretty impressed with her skills. Hunk even asked her if she’d been there before. She told him no, but she was pretty good at mini-golf from all the times she played against her brother as a kid.

“Lance, you know that randomly dancing in the middle of the path isn’t going to help you win~” Pidge sighed as she easily knocked her ball around the boy, off the edge, and into the hole. Lance pouted at her ease with ignoring him.

“Geez, you’re no fun…” Pidge laughed at his words.

“I’m plenty of fun~ You just haven’t seen that side of me yet~” Lance rolled his eyes playfully at her words before lining up his shot to hit. Of course, the aim was knocked off at the last second when Pidge hooped his nose.

“Hey!” Lance yelled as his shot missed the hole. Pidge laughed again.

“That’s payback Mr. ‘I Wanna be a Distraction so I’ll Win~!’” Lance pouted before a playful smirk spread across his lips. As Hunk was preparing to take his shot, Lance snuck up behind Pidge before he placed his hands on her sides and started tickling.

The reaction was almost instantaneous. A squeal escaped Pidge as she jumped up and started to laugh. Lance did not let his attack stop as she tried to move away from him. The two were both soon laughing as Pidge begged for mercy. He wasn’t going to give it to her yet. His assault continued only until Pidge tripped on the edge of the pathway while walking backwards. At that moment, Lance quickly wrapped his arms around her to prevent her from falling while changing his stance so he wouldn’t fall either.

That’s when the silence set in. The two breathed heavily as they caught their breath from the laughter and as they looked into each other’s eyes. Those very familiar eyes… For a moment, Pidge could’ve sworn their surroundings changed. No longer were they on a mini-golf course, but rather in that rainforest she always saw in her soulmate dream. That rainforest… those blue eyes… A cough snapped the two out of their daze as they both looked over to Hunk, who was smirking at them both.

“Having fun you two?”

The two quickly recoiled as they could feel themselves blush. Oh god, this was awkward… but it wasn’t at the same time. It was weird. With an awkward laugh, Lance took one last shot before they moved on. Pidge wanted to say that the rest of the game was awkward, but for some reason, it wasn’t. She felt… comfortable. Like she just found the answer to a complex problem she wasn’t even aware of. Little did she know that Lance felt the same way.

The rest of the game wrapped up with Pidge as the winner. The two guys congratulated her before Hunk said he had to use the bathroom. Lance said that he and Pidge would hit up the arcade a little while they waited for him, which they did.

The two jumped from game to game after getting some coins, which Lance insisted on paying for, not really talking much besides suggesting what game to head to next. That was until Lance popped a rather interesting question.

“So, Pidge, have you found your soulmate yet?”

“Huh?” Pidge looked over at Lance with mild surprise. They were just about to start playing one of those co-op shooting games. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. Hunk told me he invited you to tag along with our game today when I woke up and I just found it odd because he gave me a weird smile.”

“Oh? He told me that you both wanted to apologize to me for yesterday’s disturbance.”

“Well, I mean, yeah. I just didn’t have a say in the matter.” Pidge giggled at Lance’s defeated tone.

“Well, no, I haven’t yet. Have you?”

“No… Not yet…”

“Well, what’s your dreamscape?” That’s when Lance turned fully to Pidge. He suddenly had this serious air to him as his eyes were intense.

“…A rainforest.” Pidge’s eyes widened a fraction. “…What’s yours?”

“…A rainforest as well…” The two fell silent before Lance spoke up again.

“…I could never remember the person I always saw in my dreamscape, but whenever I tried, I could only think of the color green…” He paused before taking a deep breath. “When I finally got a good look at your face in that theater yesterday, the first thing that came to my mind was the color green even though your eyes are amber. But, even still, your eyes looked so familiar to me…” Pidge found herself subconsciously nodding.

“…I know what you mean. I couldn’t remember the person I saw either, but the color blue always came to mind. …Your eyes are that same blue I could always picture with my soulmate…”

The two were almost certain now, but there was still one last thing that needed to be done to be certain. If two people are really soulmates, their first kiss should send them to their shared dreamscape for just a bit. It was the needed proof.

So, carefully, the two found themselves coming closer, placing the guns back on their racks, before carefully sharing a kiss. Sure enough, when the eyes they had closed opened, they were by that same body of water that they always talked by. Mesmerized by the whole situation, all they could do was stare at one another before quickly sharing another, happier kiss. Pidge felt her feet rise off the ground as Lance picked her up. The two laughed against each other’s lips.

They found each other.

Pidge’s feet hit the ground once more as they smiled at each other happily. However, a sniffling caught their attention and they quickly looked at the source to find Hunk, crying with a smile.

“I knew it! I just knew it!” he said with a laugh, or maybe it was a sob.

“Is this why you wanted to bring her along today, Hunk?” Lance asked with a chuckle. Hunk nodded.

“Once Pidge told me that her dreamscape was a rainforest like yours and I saw the way you two looked at each other, I just had to test my theory!” Suddenly, Hunk pulled the newly found soulmates into a bone-crushing hug. “I’m so happy for you two!”

Pidge let out a strained laugh with Lance as they looked at each other. Things were certainly going to be different now that they found each other, but if they were certain about one thing, it was going to be a journey they were both excited to take.

“Hey, so you know that guy who bugs the crap out of you in your class?”

“Yeah?”

“Turns out he’s my soulmate!”

“… …Why am I not surprised?"