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bratkook · 3 years

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choke me. (m) jjk

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. smut, absolutely no plot word count. 2.9k warnings. short but sweet filthy, unprotected sex, messy sex, choking (jungkook begs her to choke him), dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), face riding, jungkook swears he sees jesus, his not so secret love for gossiping returns summary. now that the line between peeping tom and teasing neighbor had been crossed, entering into mutually beneficial territory, jungkook feels less wary about asking you to wrap your pretty hands around his throat note. peeping tom!jungkook is back for more, technically this is a second installment to come over but can def be read as a stand alone drabble! he lives in my mind rent free so i hope you all enjoy his brief return 🖤(i also wrote this in an hour so theres that) honorable mentions to @suqakoo who i promised id tag if i ever continued this story 🤧 @taestybae who is essentially the reason why i wrote the first part ily bae & @pars-ley i hope long hair jk ruins you once more

Jungkook absolutely can’t think of any other place he’d rather be than right here, right now. He’s honestly contemplating sending his realtor a bouquet of roses, hell maybe one of those edible arrangements with the melon shaped like petals, anything to show his immense gratitude for helping him buy this house.

Really, who would have ever thought the chain of events would lead to this very moment, sprawled out on his bed, large palms digging into your hips as you bounced on top of him, the slick sounds of your pussy soaking his cock filling up the room in a filthy manner. He is once again thankful for the narrow distance between your buildings that brought this moment to fruition.

“Shit,” you gasp, palms resting on his hard chest for leverage as you lift yourself up and drop back with a wet thump, “god, you feel so good.”

Your words are thick and slurred, drunk off the feeling of his cock filling you up deliciously, the subtle ruts of his hips working in tandem with yours making sparks of pleasure shoot throughout your body. Jungkook can only smirk at the way you’re lost in the feeling of it, the arousal dripping down your thighs, pooling around the base of his cock in a sticky mess that he had grown to love.

“Yeah?” he breathes out, bottom lip victim to his teeth as he bites down. The usual doe eyed look he had was missing now, swapped for a half lidded stare that made your stomach flip when you lock eyes.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he hisses, fingers pressing further into your skin when you tighten around him, not once slowing your movements, the perfect rhythym of your hips making a steady incline of lust course up his spine. “Making such a mess on my cock. You love it don’t you?”

A desperate whine spills out of you, fingernails pressing into the muscles on his chest, leaving half moons in their wake but he enjoys the sting too much to complain. “I just–feel so full, fuck Jungkook.”

He smiles at the way you trail off, your mouth dropped open with pouty lips wet with saliva. His palms can feel the way your body trembles with each thrust, warmth brewing inside of you and threatening to spill over every time he meets your hips with those dangerous eyes locked on you. Slowly, he raises his hand higher, following the soft skin of your sides, tracing every slope and curve of your body until he’s grabbing a handful of your tits, squeezing just enough to make you mewl in desire.

Jungkook groans out when you speed up your hips, the warmth of your walls wrapping around him tighter than before as he pinches your nipples between his fingers, the new found sensitivity only making you lose yourself further.

He can feel the cool sweat dampening his body, making his skin stick to the sheets beneath him, could see it slowly coating your neck as you throw your head back, revealing your throat to him and that makes the flash of an idea come back to mind.

“Fuck, fuck wait–“ he gasps out, heels digging into his mattress as his mind begins to spin at the premise of it all. A curious look sent his way as you slow your hips, a torturous glide being swapped in favor of stopping altogether but it’s enough for him to gather his thoughts properly. “Choke me.”

“R-really?” You stutter out, chest panting from a mix of exertion and excitement, the mental image of your hands wrapped around his thick neck stirring something inside of you. Something about a man like Jungkook, all muscles and strength that couldn’t be matched, asking you to choke him felt so wrong it was almost right.

“Please,” he’s begging now, skin on fire at even asking and potentially being turned down, but he can see the flash in your eyes, the way it turns you on, and if that didn’t settle him then the way you frantically nod in agreement does.

“Yeah, yeah i’ll choke you,” your right palm glides up his chest now, feeling the slight trembles that course through him from the steady rocking of your hips, his ragged breaths hitting the air as you gingerly touch his neck. “You gotta show me how though.”

You were very familiar with choking, being on the receiving end of it plenty of times, but you had never been the one in control and the last thing you wanted was to do this wrong. He smiles in appreciation though, a small chuckle leaving him as he places his palm over yours, delicately guiding it to the right spot over his throat.

Jungkook can already feel his cock stirring inside of you as he moves your fingers correctly, a low groan rumbling in his throat that is felt against your palm when you press down. Your eyes are wide with excitement, seeing how something so simple is affecting him before you have even started. The blood pumping in his veins pulses against your fingers, squeezing down further when he urges you to do so with his palm, a satisfied smile curling his lips up as he sighs.

“Fuck, just like that.” He rasps out, dropping his hand to allow you full control, choosing to grip onto the sheets as you slowly resume your pace once more.

Jungkook knew sending you a text reminiscent to the one you sent him before would lead to this, in one form or another, but having you riding him with your fingers pressed into his neck had just become his new favorite fantasy.

A small moan leaves you as you look down at him, his long sweaty hair raked off his face, allowing you to see the way his brows furrowed together as the sensations flooded his mind. He looked like your favorite wet dream, eyes staring up at you in that dazed way that showed he was lost in the pleasure, tongue swiping at his lower lip as he moaned out your name, tugging at the sheets and rutting up into you with more urgency each time.

“Fuck, and you called me dirty,” you laugh out, leaning forward to inch closer to his face, pressing a teasing kiss to his lips and giggling when he tries to chase them for more, tightening your hold on his throat until his eyes are fluttering shut.

Jungkook feels like he’s floating, the low thrumming in his ears getting louder as the seconds tick by, the wet squelch of your pussy creaming his cock mixing in with your soft laughs and its filthy. “Tighter,” he rasps out, blinking his eyes open to see you once more, nodding in reassurance when you look unsure. “Please.”

When you do as he asks he swears he’ll cum instantly, his stomach caving in as the coil tightens inside of him, the heady feeling clouding his thoughts, leaving the edges of his sight speckled and faded, the image of you above him still crystal clear. There's so much want in your eyes, your own orgasm slowly creeping up on you at just seeing how affected he is by you doing this. His free hand drops back down to your hips, urging you to speed up your movements, each glide of your drenched walls feeling like heaven, draping over him in this soft warmth that leaves him gasping lewdly.

Maybe Jungkook should go to church.

A small shiver racks your body, pushing aside your own pleasure when you start to spot the floaty appearance on his features, the breathy whines that escape him, eyes spaced out, only focusing on the growing euphoric feeling coming from where you two connect, spreading to his every limb until he’s tensing up. “Wanna feel you cum Jungkook, c’mon, make me messy again.”

Jungkook nods at your words, speech wiped from his mind, blanking as you squeeze him further, the hand gripping the sheets shooting up to wrap around your wrist as a desperate moan leaves his swollen lips when his orgasm crashes over him in surprise, a flash of white spread across his vision. His eyes roll back in pleasure, hips rutting up into yours so forcefully you’re nearly falling over him, releasing his throat and allowing him to gasp in a breath, his warm cum spilling into you in spurts that you welcome.

“Fuck, oh fuck.” He chants, eyes squeezed shut as he fills you up like you asked him to, the buzz of pleasure soaking into his bones and leaving him satisfied, limbs limp as you milk his orgasm out of him fully. Jungkook weakly mumbles out your name as you continue grinding on him, the friction against your clit making you moan in response, leaning forward to cup his cheeks as you kiss him gently as he comes down. “Come up here.”

It takes you a moment to know what he means, spoken so slurred together in his post orgasm bliss you think he might just be mumbling nonsense, but as he grabs your hips with both hands and slides you off his softening cock you know exactly what he wants you to do. With shaky knees you crawl over him, sodden folds sliding against his torso and leaving a mess as you make your way to the head of the bed.

“Fuck, look at you.” He mumbles, arms hooking under your thighs to urge you up until your core hovered directly above him, knees digging into the sheets beside his head with your hand grabbing onto the headboard for support. Jungkook eyes your swollen lips, coated in your arousal and a mixture of his cum still dripping out of you, it’s not like he minds though, determined to have you falling apart because of him.

“Made me cum so hard I swear I saw Jesus,” he jokes, soft huffs of laughter hitting your inner thighs as he sloppily kisses them, tongue licking up drops of your arousal as he makes his way up. “Wanna return the favor.”

A whimper leaves your mouth as he teasingly licks along your slit, tip of his tongue flicking against your aching clit as he does so, humming in content when you tangle your hands in his hair. With soft, tickling touches of his fingers against the backs of your thighs you lower onto him, only the tops of his eyes visible as he pulls you further onto him, a cheeky wink sent your way before he goes in for the kill.

Jungkook digs his fingers into your skin to keep you in place as he licks a broad stripe up your folds, shamelessly moaning at the taste of you on his tongue, smiling against you when you shudder at the sensation. “Fuck, Jungkook.” You can barely whisper out, hips dropping lower in search for more and he groans, not opposed to the way your thighs cage him in, surrounded by you entirely.

A small shriek fills the air as his lips wrap around you clit, sucking on the swollen nub with intent to make you crumble, moaning against you as you tug at his strands with force, the yank at his scalp only making him keep at it. Stars flash behind your closed lids as you give an experimental grind of your hips, rutting against his tongue until you’re gasping, Jungkook’s fingers loosening their hold to allow you to seek your own pleasure, using his tongue to get yourself off on top of him.

He can feel his cock stirring back to life at you using him like this, fingers pushing his face further up, his tongue flicking against you, lips sucking enough to get you to tremble. “Shit, Jungkook, ah— c-close.”

The slow, deliberate roll of your hips increases as the familiar high approaches you, Jungkook’s hands grabbing onto your ass to urge you, guide you against him with more force. The wetness pools down your thighs, coats his mouth and chin but he swears he could drown here and die happy, fully content to know the last sounds he hears is you chanting his name out like a mantra.

“Shit, I’m cumming.” The heat curls in your stomach, flames licking at your insides as your hips grow sloppy and desperate, fingers clutching onto his hair like a lifeline as you can just barely taste your high. It’s not until Jungkook presses his tongue harder against you, providing you with that last bit of friction you need, that you cum with a shout of his name. His fingers rubbing soft circles onto your skin as he continues to suck on your clit, enjoying the aftershocks that course through you, the small whines and whimpers of overstimulation as he licks you clean.

“Ah, too much.” you plea, lifting yourself up from his mouth as the pleasure turns painful. He looks absolutely satisfied with himself, a charming smile on his messy lips as he stares up at you with glimmering eyes.

“That was amazing.” A snort leaves you as you carefully slide off of him, settling beside him with a content sigh, thighs still trembling from it all, something he takes note of as he runs his fingers against them.

“Who knew you loved getting choked,” you giggle, inching away from him when he attempts to grab you, “my hands weren’t enough for you, just had to go and let my thighs finish you off huh?”

“Shut up,” he whines, fingers wrapping around your ankle and yanking you back to him with more ease than you expected, not content until you were pressed against him once more. The heat of your bodies isn’t uncomfortable as he holds you close, maneuvering himself until you were flat on your back with his body slot between your thighs, arms wrapped underneath you with his cheek against your tummy. “You were totally into it too.”

“Hm, I was.” You can’t even deny it, seeing Jungkook looking so submissive at your hands made a small rush flow through you, the same rush you felt whenever he was rough with you. This was something the two of you could definitely play around with.

Jungkook looks beyond comfortable in his position, nuzzling against you happily, not caring about the way your skin sticks together but just as you’re about to shut your eyes he speaks. “Oh my god,” his cheek lifts from your skin to look up at you with a smile when you raise your brow in curiosity, “did you hear about the drama going on down the street?”

“What drama?”

“You know the preschool teacher that lives in that blue house?” Your hands run through his damp hair as you try to remember, finally putting a face to the person and nodding in confirmation, “Okay well she got that soccer mom’s car towed this morning.”

“Jungkook, how do you know this?” You laugh out, draping your arm across your face to hide the way you found it all amusing, his gossiping tendencies coming out full force.

“Well ever since somebody—” his fingers dig into your skin playfully, laughing as you squirm around, “lied to me about the group chat I got nosey, found this app called Next Door and the drama is top notch.” It was really a gold mine of petty neighborhood tea, keeping him entertained like the morning newspaper, knowing the ins and outs of who was the neighborhood Karen and who you could trust to call the cops if anyone attempted to break into your house.

“You know Jungkook, I never pegged you as the kind to love gossip.”

He rests his chin on your sternum now, eyebrows wiggling mischievously as the words leave your mouth. “Did you say peg?”

“Oh my god, get out of here!” He cackles instantly, allowing you to push his face away from you while you attempt to get up, his hands loosening their hold on you only to allow himself to crawl up your body once more. Your laughs continue to fill the air as he kisses your cheek sloppily, “Get your head out of the gutter.”

“I was joking,” he chuckles, leaning back with a smile, “unless you’re into that.” He tacks on the same ending as last time, winking when you scrunch your face up in embarrassment.

“Go, don’t you have work to do.” Desperately needing him to get away from you before your mind spun up another filthy fantasy at his expense.

“Need I remind you, you’re in my bed.”

“Yeah well, your bed is lined in egyptian cotton and smells like fresh laundry so don’t mind me, I’ll be here.” He had no qualms about that, giving you a final kiss to your lips before deciding you were right, he had been distracted enough by sending you that text to come over, needing to finish up the work he had to turn in by tonight.

As he walks around his room and gets himself looking decent enough to sit at his desk you flop over with a sigh, burying your face into his pillow and smiling when the familiar scent of him fills your nose. Looking out of his bedroom window and seeing your own bedroom a few feet away makes your stomach flutter with the same excitement as before, his teasing words replaying in your mind now.

Unless you’re into that.

How many more ways could he use that phrase for trouble?

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lovieebby · 4 years

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a/n: i know this isn’t the oneshot/fic i promised but here’s something i whipped up! i thought since i’ve imagined for a hot minute that id just spit it out. thank you @viking-raider for rereading this for me 😂 ily & also i apologize again bc im posting this thru my phone so im sorry if the formats funky!!

summary: you thought you could be a big girl, instead its sassy and rude and daddy is fed tf up.

word count: 2.2k (wowza)

pairing: henry cavill x reader (y/n)

warnings: um henry himself? implyed smut, sub!reader, daddy henry is fed up, description of readers pussee, i made a bad pun, that cursed blue tank top

tag list: @hell1129-blog 😘

you and henry have been dating for some time now and your sex life was off the charts, but about six months ago you both had started dabbling in the bdsm dynamics as a couple. henry already knew what he was doing, you, not so much. you had an idea but you never really completely understood how to be a submissive, you where naturally that way in the bedroom but anywhere else outside of that felt off to you and plus you never had a dom that was as strict and as serious in this lifestyle as henry, your past partners just in it for the hype of the kinky sex.

you loved being his submissive but it was hard at first, you had always looked out for yourself and so it became a habit to take things into your own control and set up walls. but after time and love henry slowly took down those walls and you where able to trust him with your whole being. after a while, you really loved being taken care of and being able to hand the control over to someone else, it feeling like you could finally breathe.

you felt like you where a genuine good submissive, theres never really a right or wrong way either, henry had told you, easing your mind when you had gotten concerned. most days you listened, wanting to please him and get praised for it. you lived to be a good girl for him, but some days where more rough than normal. some days you just wanted to be independent and in charge of yourself, doing what you please, and more often than not, henry caught on to it fast and put you back into your place.

you stood in the kitchen, standing by the fridge trying to figure out what to drink. you rubbed your ass, stinging still from the spankings you got earlier. ten hard swats on each cheek and you didn’t get to orgasm once the first punishment was over, no orgasm was your second punishment.

bummer.

henry sat in the living room, on his laptop replying to an email. he wore his blue tank top with his sweat pants, feet perched up on the ottoman. he had started an email once he had given you the much needed aftercare and reassurance. you both had cleaned up taking a shower together and getting into your lazy day clothes.

henry heard the fridge being closed roughly and the shelves within it shaking. he had talked about this with you time and time again, you used to do it at your own home, but now you two lived together, so that meant respecting your surroundings. what was so hard about that?

“don’t slam it, please.” he had said, making eye contact with you when you spun around to look at him.

“i didn’t! it was the suction from the door!” you explained, getting a little snappy with him, not wanting to get caught that you did, in fact, do it again. you turned around, not wanting to be called out, and made yourself busy looking in another cabinet for something to snack on.

henry looked at you questionably that quickly turned into a stern disapproving glare, “don’t talk back to me,” he sighed out, turning back to his email. he thought your attitude dissolved, clearly it just doubled.

“i’m not, im just defending myself,” you sassed out quietly, making a mocking face while you searched in the cabnet.

“excuse me?” his voice boomed out. he pressed hard on the send button, sending the email, he didn’t bother double checking if everything was typed out correctly. henry moved the laptop over to the empty seat. he crossed his arms, frowning at you, surprised at your returned attitude.

“did you fart?” you sassed again, closing the cabinets, you spun around and crossed your arms. coping him while leaning on the counter arching your eyebrow, biting the inside of your cheek.

bad move, bad move (y/n).

henry was baffled, you just got done with a punishment not even an hour ago. he had beaten your ass pretty well, and he rarely had to do that. he thought if you wanted a challenge, you would quickly lose. he stood up from the couch, and slowly walked to you, once he got the the kitchen island he put his hands down, spreading his fingers out. he towered over you even if it was a couple feet away, his eyes piercing into you, daring you to continue your attitude.

he’s never had to punish you multiple times in one day, but if it was needed, he was going to.

“little girl,” he started, his voice dropping an octave, “drop the attitude, i won’t tell you again.”

“fine.” you snapped, you where definitely not going to. “but i didn’t slam the door.”

“(y/n), i don’t care,” he punctuated each word, leaning forward.

“i didn’t though! i’m not lying!” you threw your hands down, almost stomping your foot on the floor.

you where acting out, you knew he was getting back in his dominant role, but you where serious too! you didn’t want to be dominated at the moment. you didn’t want to say your safe word, it wasn’t needed, you were just being a brat. you just wanted to be you for two seconds, not henry’s baby, you felt big.

“alright, get over here.” he stood up straight, walking away from the counter, clinching his jaw. he was fed up, you had no reason to act this way and he was quickly going to put you in your place.

you suddenly realized that you became a big mean brat more than a big girl, now you wanted the floor to eat you whole, like right now. utterly embarrassed that you thought you where so confident about yourself and your actions. you didn’t want to move, frozen under his glare, you where already thinking of what he was going to do, and you where praying he wasn’t going to swat your ass again, his spanks weren’t light and your ass was as rosey as ever.

“move it missy,” he said, snapping his finger down in front of him where he wanted you, “now.”

you slowly moved to him, your confidence completely leaving your body as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. you stood in front of him, not making eye contact, his eyes too intimidating. if you looked at him, you’d beg for forgiveness, but at the moment you where still trying to hold on to a useless lie.

henry breathed in deep and let it out slow through his nose, he knows its hard for you sometimes to comply and completely listen but you both agreed to the rules henry had set. he let you stand there, making you think. it also gave him a moment to calm down, he didn’t want to just lash out and show his frustration, but he still wants you to know who’s the boss.

he honestly just wanted to sit down with you and junk out after getting his business done, but clearly he needed to punish you again because apparently you didn’t get the memo the first time.

“we agreed on the rules, did we not?” he questioned you, crossing his arms. he looked out at you, you looked anywhere but him.

you nodded your head, agreeing with him.

“oh, now you have nothing to say?” he taunted, ticking his jaw. “you had so much to say earlier.”

“we did.” you whispered, looking down at your fidgeting hands.

“look at me when i’m talking to you,” henry gripped your chin, tilting your face up to him. you whimpered dropping your hands to your side, his grip making your bottom lip jut out.

“if you don’t agree with the rules, you know what to say, if not, shut it,” he sternly watched you, waiting for you to say something, putting a little more pressure into his grip, shaking your face a bit, waiting for you to say the word. when you didn’t, he continued, “now i don’t know what got into you, to think you can speak to me like that, but that needs to end. quit your shit and stand in the corner, hands behind your back.”

you frowned, opening your mouth in disbelief, now you where upset all over again, the submission leaving your body. you’ve been put in time out a couple times but right now you weren’t feeling it, this is dumb!

“like a kid?!” you loudly questioned.

“yes! because you’re acting like one!” he let go of your face and with one hand he pushed you to the corner by the breakfast table with his other, he pointed to the known corner.

you picked up your feet and scoffed, this was unfair, you weren’t a child! you clinched your jaw when you got the corner, so frustrated you screamed in your mouth.

once henry heard you whining and carrying on he walked up behind you and smacked you ass, harder than he intended but it worked, he needed to make a point. you gasped and jolted forwards, bracing your hands on the wall, your ass was still tinder. he stood behind you, putting his hands up on the wall caging you in. he put his mouth right next to your ear.

“you did this to yourself, so take your punishment like a big girl and shut up. i don’t want to hear you.” he said, leaning into you, making himself known, “you don’t run shit here missy, and i’m here to remind you of that.”

he pushed off the wall, backing up from you and smacked your stinging ass again, giving a warning. you held your whine in and closed your eyes tight.

he turned around and stood by the counter, he looked down at his watch and set a timer for twenty minutes, he could probably get some small chores done, so he could waste time waiting on you. he didn’t want to stand there and watch you because you’d notice and probably say something and he just didn’t want to hear it. you where always so good, but when you got bratty and sassy, he nipped that shit quick, not wanting it to happen again. as he was leaving the room and gave kal a quick pat to follow him, he doesn’t need you petting him while you’re in your corner.

you were embarrassed to say the least, you were in a corner with your hands behind you, flustered in an uncomfortable wetness from your arousal. henry made you flustered on any given day but when he became daddy, it was so much more worse. you where still soaked from the first spanking and from the rough sex you just had earlier.

you moved side to side discretely, you only wore an over sized cotton tee with your soft sleep shorts with no panties, not wanting any extra material on your bum, the shorts already a little scratchy on your bruised cheeks.

regretting your attitude, you wanted to apologize, but you knew if you spoke up, you would get reprimanded from henry. so you stood there, trying to pass the time by trying to find shapes on the textured wall.

after some time you noticed you haven’t heard henry, you perked up and peeked over your shoulder, you didn’t see henry anywhere not even kal. usually if you tapped the wall kal would come over and you could at least have some type of company. you tapped the wall a couple times, but no response from the pup. you turned back around to the corner, trying to patently wait, wanting to be good for your daddy.

what felt like hours, you finally heard henry come back into the kitchen, pulling a chair out from the breakfast table and assuming, sitting down in said chair. you wanted to apologize so bad, you weren’t ever bad like this before, you felt terrible for being snappy and bratty at him. but you stayed and waited for him to tell you, you could come out.

“come here baby,” he said, patting his thigh.

you looked over your shoulder, shrinking into yourself a little apprehensive about moving, “you sure daddy?” you softly asked, you didn’t even know if you wanted to leave the corner, you where rude.

he chuckled softly, he patted his thigh again, “yes i’m sure baby, come on.”

you turned around and stood between his legs, you put your left hand over your shoulder, messing with the hem of your tee shirt. “i’m sorry daddy, i was rude and i really did close the fridge hard.” you said as you rose your head to look at him.

“i know, you don’t lie very well,” he smirked, rubbing the back of your thigh, loving the feeling of your warm skin. “you know why you went into your corner, right?”

you breathed in, sighing, “because i got snappy with you,” you said, henry blinked and gave you a knowing look, waiting for you to continue, “and that i lied.” you quickly said the rest.

he hummed, nodding his head, “good job baby, you did good.” he squeezed your thigh, as you relaxed and put both of your hands on his thighs leaning into him.

you smiled sheepishly and leaned all the way down to give him a kiss. when henry kissed back, he put his other hand on the back of your head, softly intertwining his fingers to massage your scalp.

he pulled back, looking at you intently, “don’t lie again, i like having my good baby.” you nodded your head and gave gave him another kiss.

a/n: thank you guys for reading, feedback is always nice so dont be afraid to say something 🥰

#henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill x yn #henry x reader #henry x you #daddy!henry #sub!reader #d/s dynamic

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hotdadlicense · 5 years

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ahh for my dearest zhenya @fapfapfashion lover! heres that bfu post i said id make for you like monnnnnths ago i PROMISE i never forgot! just :(:( life. but anyway this was FUN i love youuuu! disclaimer: im not rly in the fandom this is all stuff i see through like just some friends reblogging stuff every now and again and whenever i go to the tag to find stuff sometimes but ANWAY I HOPE its semi coherent <3<3<3 love YOU.

OKAY I FEEL LIKE i said YEH ILL MAKE YOU A MASTERPOST FUCK YEAH but now im like hmmm making a buzzfeed unsolved masterpost is.......not that much cos its like? all there on their youtube channels like its not like music or stuff where theres yknow albums! singles! unreleased songs! special live performances! music videos! documentaries! band info! like its all over on buzzfeed multiplayer youtube and buzzfeed unsolved network youtube but whatever i can ramble about dumb shit and link some stuff so ayeee.

heres the links to the actual videos:

SUPERNATURAL

+ season one // two // three // four // five

+ supernatural: postmortem

TRUE CRIME

season one // two // three // four

+ true crime: postmortem

all eps in order (including postmortem)

personal favs

a vid that bab @chantillystars linked me and i watch it every time im feelin not fresh so i can smile

someone elses better done video round up master post! op ur incredible

now under the cut cos i realy did ramble :(

okay so THE HOSTS!

RYAN BERGARA (insta//twitter)

the fucking creator and inventer of bfu its his baby and im so proud of him and how far its come <3

when the season finale of the latest supernatural premiered it trended at number 1 over the fucking new lion king trailer and he got emo on twitter and insta about it and i cried a lil bit

fucking loves sports basketball or whatever themeparks popcorn and paddington bear

not scared enough of ghosts to not sleep in a haunted house but is scared enough that he absolutely will scream the whole entire time that he is in said haunted house

first ghost encounter was on the queen mary when he was a teenager. the ghost knocked his toothpaste of the shelf and he freaked. and now he has shat his pants at every bump in the night since. icon!

works his ass for to produce mass amounts of content for us like its fucking insane? all up there are like 9 seasons of bfu plus post-mortems and its only been going since 2014?? plus everything else hes got happening??

rly sweet and funny but like in a frat boi kinda way but like. a frat boi you could trust?

SHANE MADEJ (insta//twitter)

wasnt actually the original cohost!

(BRENT was the orignal host but had to beg out a couple episodes in cos he was juggling too many commitments so which fair!)

ryan and shane were desk partners and longtime buzzfeed pals that ? if i remember correctly? interned together back when they first started?

ryan turned to shane one day and was like ‘yo, wanna cohost this show with me?’ and shane was like 'sure.’ and honestly trying to picture it now without shane?? okay ryan and shane just bounce off each other so well theyre like a dream team. god bless them being desk buddies and work pals.

shanes a freak

does not believe in ghosts spirits orbs and all things that go bump in the night like he seems to genuinely want to but like. science and his big ass brain wont let him.

very smart! can rly work a patterned floral shirt! or plaid! kinda gives a dad vibe in glasses but then he talks and its like okay please never supervise a child!

v into history! so much so that he has his own lil show on buzzfeed aka:

RUINING HISTORY

stars him along with ryan and sara (his beautiful and smart and talented gf who also works at buzzfeed <3) with some other ever changing cohosts

hes also responsible for The Hot Dog Saga aka THE HOTDAGA and i know there are people that adore it but! in their own words! id rather walk into the sea.

ryan, too, hates the hotdaga and i feel like this was? about the hotdaga after shane sung something fuck if i remmebr

RYAN + SHANE

these gifs are from the ?second ep? i saw of them honestly it rly sums up the ryan/shane dynamic i guess

but like. the way ryan looks and laughs whenever shane says something mildly funny? hearteyes mutherfucker

above when i said shanes a freak? yeah.

ryan letting shane live as long as he has? true friendship

whenever theyre at the lil desk in their lil basement talking cases shane just talks shit and ryan just lets him and i fucking love them

the LAST FRAME

oh one time they lucked out with a hotel that had a jacuzzi tub <3

yknow what? this was actually kinda sweet. like yeh bitch

shane madej: nations greatest tragedy.

i can hear this in my head just looking at these gifs and it makes me laugh everytime and thats BAD cos a child fucking died

shanes a freak pt.2

OH SHIT one time in postmortem they joked that brent was coming back and shane was leaving and fuck? they had to actually address that it was a joke fUCK

its not all shittalking and screaming there really is some fond and happy shit too

bfu most recognisable and iconic line.

shanes hottest pick up lines when hes on site

the comments on the video for this ep about this part are fucking hilarious please read when you watch that ep

okay its common knowledge that shanes a demon which ill tlak about in a sec but THIS SCENE RIGHT HERE? ryans the fucking demon. like the way hes just standing there, hands clasped behind his back, giving shane (whos acting like a CHILD) that Look? demon bout to kill the dumbass chillin at a haunted house on halloween. come to collet a soul or 10. magical!

OKAY SO SHANE TALKS SOME BIG GAME IN THE EPS but HIS love for ryan will always melt my heart like HE LOVES and cares about ryan so much and supports buzzfeed unsolved so much and whenever things get dumb on social media shanes ready to call it out and make a post or just like. praise ryan (like he rightfully deserves) and yeah im emo about it anyway hes shane being cute part one and heres shane REALLY FUCKING going all out (!!!!!!!!!!.meme)i LOVE him also being cute part two

‘id walk into the sea.’

shanes a freak pt.3

ryan: “Are ghosts real?” shane: *this dumb face*

NERDS

i laughed for like 10 minutes the first time i watched this part thankyou shane

THEM LAUGHING TILL THEY CRIED ABOUT SOMEONE THAT DIED PLAYING THE PIANO

a real insight to shanes mind

ryan really puts up with this

shane got a bowlcut once just for funsies like okay youre no joba but good job i guess

TROPES/ICONIC MEMES/WAHTEVER:

shanes a demon

+ free real estate.meme

+ the office.meme

+ he aint right

+ JALDSHFK FUCK

+ ryan acknowledging that shane is a demon thankyou

+ like the good thing about having a guest fill in on the few times shanes been away has been ryan always being like okay so the demons not here so lets just acknowledge That

goatsman bridge

+ the video that started all this aka the one you reblogged hehhehe

+ what a fucking JOKE

+ an absolute JOKE

+ bridge owner fuck OFF

+ ksdjhfgjhsdkj.meme

sallie house

+ shane was insufferable this episode i fell in love for real how did ryan LIVE

+ like imagine trying to feel your heart beating while fucking shanes over there doing That

+ rock n roll buckaroo

+ swell has become apart of my daily vocal i hate

bobby mack

+ ‘hey there demons. its me, ya boi.’

+ ‘and frankly i dont believe in you, so i feel like im writing a letter to santa claus right now.’

+ tweet.meme

+ overall a great ep

+ can shane calm the fuck down okay i need ryan to make it out of this SAFELY and ALIVE

father thomas

+ ryans FACE also shane being that annoying sibling to ur parents

+ father thomas really went into this thinking he could help these boys to be fair shane was taking notes. ryan was just? dying inside

+ freak

+ imagine being like a 70 yr old priest hearing some dudes walking into ur congregation and overhearing ‘jesus said chill.’

bigfoot

+ ryan does not rly believe in bigfoot but shane does so like you win some you lose some

+ in the least shippy way possible this epsiode is ultimate soft gays going on a hike

+ like its just such a sweet domestic ep

+ <3

+ just happy babbey

#probably missing a lot and theres a lot of sources missing cos....... i dont have a bfu blog so none of my shits correctly tagged #like nivks is ORGANISED cos its dedicated but...... i only have one bfy tag oops #but HOPE U LIKE IT AND ITS LIKE a little bit informative #buzzfeed unsolved #bfu

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trashyficsfortrashykids · 6 years

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The Art of Grieving

Prompt: emilycowley said: “Can you do an imagine where your dating reggie and you’re in bed togther in the morning and then your best friend (keller) calls you saying Jason died and you tell reggie and he hits rock bottom? He gets drunk and shuts you down and you cant reach out to him. But u find him when vulnerable, you just hug him and comfort him?”

A/N: I hope I deliver. I also changed the title and this is the first thing I’ve written in a really long time so I apologise if I’m a little rusty.

Tags: Murder, spoilers but not really spoilers if you’ve watched the show, sad reggie, angst, underage teenage drinking, mentions of drug use, minor violence, swearing, repetitive language, fake spoilers, non-canon events, dealing with death, emetophobia, vomit

Word Count: 3.9k

The day Jason Blossom went missing my phone didn’t stop ringing for hours, my friends visited me to see if I was okay, they all knew how close I was with the Blossom boy. I didn’t care too much about the people checking in to see if I was okay, I only cared about Reggie Mantle.

My door almost flew off its hinges with how hard Reggie was banging on it, I opened it and was greeted with the upsetting site of a puffy eyed Reggie. It was obvious he’d been crying; the only person who cared about Jason more than Cheryl was Reggie. Those two boys were practically inseparable, always spending time together, almost like brothers.

It was obvious that Reggie didn’t care about most things our small town, but when he did care about something he cared with all the parts of his being and it was like he was being torn to shreds when he lost it. Jason Blossom meant the world to Reggie and then some, I wasn’t even bothered that he loved Jason more than he loved me, his own girlfriend, because I understood what it was like to love something with such an intensity that I couldn’t be upset that he didn’t love me the same way he did Jason.

“He’s missing, they can’t find him, Y/N. What if he doesn’t come home?” Reggie sniffs, he’s sitting on my bed with his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. “What if-” He can’t finish the thought.

I sit next to him and wrap my arm around his shoulder trying to console him, “Reg, they’re gonna find him. His parents are going to do everything they can to find him, I promise Reggie, he’s going to come home.” I murmur, pulling him in close to me to hug him. He cries against me for some time before he falls asleep, he must be so stressed out and exhausted.

*****

Everyone had heard the rumours, created theories, and speculated about where Jason Blossom might be, but the underlying problem was that without a body, nobody could be certain of the whereabouts of the Blossom boy. Cheryl wasn’t much help, giving little information to the police about their small boat capsizing while they spent the morning on Sweet Water River. She could only say that he had gone under the water and that was the last she saw of him. It didn’t help that she had completely shut both Reggie and I out, despite how close we all were and how much the pair of us cared for Jason. Nothing made sense, people couldn’t understand why his body hadn’t turned up. The river would have certainly spat his body back onto the shore after a week; but still nobody could find him. Both Reggie and I were worried sick about where Jason could be, had he run off with Polly? Had his mother sent him away like she often threatened with Cheryl? With next to no information, we had conducted searches of our own, we only wanted our friend to come home. We wanted someone to find him, so we weren’t so worried about where he might be, about what might have happened. These ‘what if’s’ where driving us insane.

It was three in the morning, a week and a day after Jason Blossom disappeared. My caller ID informed me that it was Kevin Keller, a close friend of mine and the Sheriff’s son.

“Hello?” I whisper, trying not to wake Reggie who was sleeping beside me. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m okay. I think, maybe a little mentally scarred and a little traumatised but I’m okay.” He’s talking fast, I can tell he’s scared.

“Kevin, what’s happened?” I sit up, Reggie shifts beside me. “Calm down, just tell me.”

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” He begins. “I went down to Sweet Water with Moose, we were along the riverbank and,” he takes a deep breath, “Y/N, we found Jason’s body.”

Shock shoots through me and I try and keep myself composed, “Is he okay?” I know the question was a pointless one to ask, after a week alone and in Sweet Water there was no chance of Jason being in good health. I just needed good news, anything other then what I knew I would hear come out of Kevin’s mouth.

“He didn’t drown, he looked like he hadn’t even been in the water.” Kevin says.

“Then how did he die?” I ask.

The line is quiet for a moment and I check my phone to make sure Kevin didn’t accidentally hang up. “Kevin?”

Kevin talks slow, but I don’t think I hear him correctly, everything around me moves slowly. It’s like the entire world is freezing over. “He was shot in the head, there was a bullet wound between his eyes.”

I press end, not even saying goodbye to Kevin. I know that he wouldn’t lie to me, even if he did see Jason’s body first hand or not. I tried calming myself down, but I couldn’t help the tears as they started to overflow, how was I going to tell Reggie that someone had murdered his best friend?

“You lied to me.” Reggie’s voice is hoarse, still laced with sleep but I hear it from behind me.

I sniff, turning to look at him, “What?”

Reggie sits up, the sheet pulling up and over his knees. “You lied to me.’ He repeats, “You told me that Jason was going to come home.”

“Reggie-” I try.

He ignores me, getting off the bed, “You fucking lied to me.” He makes his way to the wall, turning the light on. It’s bright and I squint, my eyes trying to readjust. He reaches for his shirt on the ground, pulling it over his head. He picks his trousers up and pulls them up. “You told me, he was going to come home, you told me everything was going to be fine!”

I rest my face in my hands, shaking my head. “Do you really think I believed that, myself?” I say, “Do you?”

“You don’t say shit that isn’t true!” He yells, running his hand through his hair.

“What do you want me to say? He’s dead? He’s not coming back? Jason Blossom is dead, dead and gone?” I yell back.

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Don’t talk to me like that, Reggie. I’m just as upset as you are.” I keep my voice steady, not wanting him to be any more then he already is. He balls his hands into fists and presses them against his temples. “Dead boys don’t come home Reggie.” I whisper.

“Fuck you!” He roars, “Fuck you, you don’t get to fucking say that to me!”

My door swings open, my Mom is standing in the doorway in her pyjamas. “What the hell is going on?” she questions. She looks angry.

Reggie storms past her, “I was just leaving,” he huffs and disappears down the hall. I don’t say anything or try and call him back, I know he needs and wants his space and I’m not going to take it from him.

My Mom comes and sits on the end of my bed, “Care to explain?” she asks.

I take in a deep breath, the unfolding events that just happened in such a short amount of time is all too much, tears well in my eyes again and they spill over my cheeks. My chest feels so heavy and a lump rises in my throat. “Mom, the found Jason.”

“Where was he?” She can see from my reaction that he isn’t okay.

“Kevin found him on the bank at Sweet River.”

“He drowned?”

I shake my head, wiping my nose with the back of my hand and letting out a soft sob. “They say he was murdered, the know he was murdered. When Kevin found him, he had a bullet wound between his eyes. He was executed, Mom. Someone executed Jason Blossom.” She moves closer to me, scooping me up in her arms and holding me while I cried, hard. “What am I going to do without him? The only people I really loved was Reggie and Jason, what are we going to do, Mom?”

“Oh sweetheart. I’m so sorry about your friend, it must be so hard.” She tries to calm by rubbing my back and holding my head against her chest. “There is only healing and recovery from here.” She says.

“Who could be so cruel to do that? Jason Blossom never hurt anybody, why would someone do that to him?”

“Some people in this world do heartless things, Y/N, we can’t help that. You need to let the police do their jobs and find whoever did this. For the moment, you, and Reggie both need one another. This is something that is so heavy it can’t be faced alone.” She says.

“He doesn’t want to see me, Mom. He says I lied to him.” I sniff.

“What did you lie about?”

I move away from her, pulling my knees close to my chest. “I told him Jason was going to come home.”

“Y/N, hope makes us believe impossible things. Try and get some sleep, all right? Did you want to take tomorrow off school?” She offers.

I shake my head, “No, it’s okay. Thanks though.”

She gets off my bed and heads for the door, pulling it closed halfway, “Reggie will come around, Y/N. He might just need time.” She switches my light off and closes the door completely. I curl up under the covers and stretch my arm out over the empty side where Reggie was a sleep minutes ago.

It wasn’t easy to understand, or comprehend completely, but the murder of Jason Blossom ripped through our small hometown of Riverdale like a tornado, everyone had secrets to hide and everyone in some way or another, disliked the red-headed Blossom boy.

I just never knew a dislike of someone could escalate to murder.

*****

“Hey, it’s Reggie Mantle. Sorry I can’t answer your call now. Try calling me back later to see if I answer then. ‘Beeeep’.”

“Shit.” I mumble, ending the call. This was the fifth time today, the sixteenth in three days, that I had been sent to Reggie’s voicemail, he wasn’t responding to my texts or answering my calls. He had been active on social media so I knew he wasn’t sleeping or busy and I’d caught fleeting sights of him in the hallways at school. He just didn’t show up to his classes.

I try Betty, maybe she might know where he is, Reggie was always drawn to a room with Jughead to cause an unnecessary argument, some days I wondered if those boys had magnets in their stomachs.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?” She answers on the third ring.

“I’m okay, Betty. Have you seen Reggie at all today?” I ask, biting the corner of my nail.

“Yeah, He was at Pop’s just a minute ago, he didn’t seem like he was in a good place either. He was agitated and upset, even tried to physically fight Jughead.” She tells me.

Fuck Reggie, what are you doing? I think to myself. “Thanks, Betts.”

“Y/N?” She adds.

“Yeah?”

“I think he may have been drunk.” She mumbles into the receiver.

“Are you sure?” I question, it doesn’t sound like Reggie to be drinking so early in the day, let alone a school day.

“I could smell the alcohol on him when he came over to our booth, he was slurring and wasn’t making any sense. He was asking which one of us did it, why we did it. He was acting completely out of control.” She explains, I can hear the worry in her voice.

“Betty, I’m so sorry he was harassing you and Jughead.” I apologise.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You didn’t do anything wrong, Jughead and I aren’t upset about the incident, we’re just more worried about Reggie’s safety. After hearing the news about Jason…” She pauses, and figures out something else to say. “We get it, okay? Let me know if you need help finding him.”

“I will. Thank you again, Betty, it means a lot.”

“Anytime.”

I end the call and look out my bedroom window, Reggie isn’t handling this situation very well and I’m starting to worry. Ignoring me for three days was okay, I’d hurt him by promising him things that were never going to happen. But trying to fight Jughead just because he’s grieving is unacceptable. I try and call someone else who might now the whereabouts of Mantle.

“What?” Even though she answers bluntly, I can still catch the hint of a quivering voice.

“Have you seen Reggie?” I question, running my hand through my hair, “I don’t know where he is.”

“Why would I know where your boyfriend is? It’s not my job to track everyone in Riverdale.” She hisses. “Instead of sitting alone in your bedroom, get out and find him yourself.”

“Why are you being like this?” I ask.

“Oh?” She seems offended, “Sorry, my brother just died. Did you want me to try and be a little cheerier for you? How about ecstatic? Maybe I can come and do fucking cartwheels in your front yard to show you how pleased I am that Reggie is missing, maybe I can conduct a search party for your Beau?” Her sarcasm shoots knives through the phone.

“That isn’t what I meant, I want to know why you’ve completely shut Reggie and I out. You know we loved Jason too, and we’re hurting as well. It isn’t just you, Cheryl. Reggie’s missing because of this whole situation and I would really like to find him before he does something stupid or something he’s going to regret.” I try and keep my voice calm.

I hear her breathe deep into the phone. “You were Jason’s friends, not mine. Please don’t act like you care about me, I know nobody does and I know what everyone at school thinks of me. So please don’t pretend that we can grieve together.” She says softly.

“Cheryl-”

“Reggie is at the Twilight, it’s where he and Jason spent their last night together.” She hangs up, the phone beeps in my ear.

My heart breaks for Cheryl Blossom.

*****

I make my way to the Twilight Drive-In, it isn’t hard to find him. He’s sitting close to the large cinema screen, taking swigs from a bottle, wiping his face with his letterman jacket.

“Reggie?” I say, getting closer to him.

He turns his head to look at me, I can see that his face wet from crying, he sniffs and turns away. He lifts the bottle of Jack to his lips and takes another drink; he cringes as he swallows. “What do you want?”

I sit next to him, rubbing my legs, it’s getting cold and I forgot to bring my jacket. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be? Nothing is wrong.” He wipes his nose, he refuses to look at me. “Wanna feed me any more lies?”

That’s fair, I don’t try and fight him on that, grief makes people do and say things they don’t really mean and I can understand why Reggie is being this way. “I heard about what happened with you and Jughead at Pop’s, did you want to tell me about it?”

“Nothing to tell.”

“You accused your friends of killing Jason.”

He sniggers, “Friends.” He takes another drink. “What friends?”

I sigh, none of what I’m saying is getting through to him, “Reggie, are you just drinking? Is that all you’re doing?” I question.

He nods, burping. “Today that’s all I’m gonna be doing.”

“What do you mean?”

He reaches into his pocket and produces a small ziplock bag full of green buds. It’s pot and anger rises in me. “Reggie what the fuck are you doing with that stuff?”

“What’s it to you?” He puts the ziplock bag back into his pocket and stretches out, his bottle is half empty. “You don’t fucking control me, Y/N, you don’t get to say what I can and can’t fucking do.”

“You’re doing drugs, Reggie! Not only is it illegal but I don’t fucking like you doing it. It’s disgusting.” Anger rises in me, in just a few days Reggie has gone from the sweet boy I fell in love with to someone I barely recognised. “Why are you doing this? Explain to me why! Because I don’t seem to understand, I don’t get it. You’re starting fights with people who are here to help you, you’re drinking excessively, and you’re smoking pot!”

He tries to get up, staggering a bit he takes another swig of his drink. “Whatever, I don’t have to sit here and listen to this bullshit.” He slurs, adjusting his jacket.

I stand up as well, “Reggie if you keep doing these things, Jason isn’t the only person you’re going to lose.” I push past him and head towards my car. I try to control the lump that rises in my throat and the tears that well in my eyes but this is all so hard, loving Reggie when he’s grieving, when he’s in so much pain is difficult. Trying to grieve for your friend while you slowly lose another person you love is an unimaginable pain.

*****

It had been a week since the incident with Reggie at the Twilight, I had decided to give him space and let him deal with the emotions he was experiencing on his own. I couldn’t be the one to tell him the way he needed to feel, there isn’t a correct way to grieve. There isn’t a right or wrong way when it comes to the death of someone you care about. Reggie had just chosen a darker way of healing from Jason’s death.

I had given him the space I felt he needed, but I didn’t ignore him completely and I continued to keep an eye on him just to make sure he wasn’t doing anything extremely self-destructive; Archie, Jughead, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin promised to watch him for me.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, I reach to grab it and look at the caller ID. “Hey, Ronnie.” I answer. “What’s up?”

“We’re in the boy’s locker room. Can you get here quickly?” She sounds erratic, worried almost. “Yeah, Archie, I get it! Just keep him there!” She yells away from the phone.

Anxiety spreads through me, I know why Ronnie is calling and I start to run full pelt down the hallway in the direction of the boy’s locker room. “I’m on my way.” I end the call; my sneakers squeak on the linoleum floor of the hall as I turn to take a different path. I don’t know what I’m going to find when I get there, I don’t know what state Reggie is going to be in when I reach him. So many bad thoughts circle my mind and I’m close to crying.

I barge through the locker room door to find Veronica and Betty standing by the first aisle of lockers, the turn and hurry towards me engulfing me in a hug. “Y/N, Arch found Reggie under the bleachers. He was so drunk, Y/N. We bought him here and then he started throwing up and when he finished he started calling out for you.” She explains.

I move around the lockers and see Archie and Jughead with Reggie in one of the showers, a waste paper basket clutched in his hands. They look at me, moving away from Reggie. “Reg?” I say softly, his head lolls to the side and I can tell he’s extremely intoxicated.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He whines. “Is it you?”

My bottom lip quivers, he looks so vulnerable, so small. He isn’t Reggie Mantle, here, he’s just a sad kid who lost his best friend. “Yeah, it’s me.”

He stretches out his arm, offering me to take it. “C’mere, I missed you so much.”

I move to him, sitting beside him. He doesn’t smell nice, he reeks of alcohol and sick. “What are you doing, Reggie?” I ask. From the corner of my eye, I see the others moving away, offering us privacy. “What’s going on with you?”

He rests his head on his shoulder, his eyes closed. “I’m just trying to not make it hurt so much.” He chooses his words carefully, he’s out of breath. “Right now, it all hurts so much inside of me and I don’t know how to make it stop.”

I hold the hand he offered to me and kiss the back of it. “I know it hurts, Reggie, but doing this to yourself isn’t going to make it stop. It’s going to hurt for such a long time, but the pain is good. It tells you that you’re human, that you’re alive. Don’t numb it out.”

“I know the pain will stop, Y/N.” He starts. “But there’s a black hole inside of me and I’m not sure it’s ever going to go away.”

I pause for a moment, thinking about what he’s said. “A Jason sized hole?”

He starts to cry, it’s ugly, hard sobbing, he moves the waste paper basket and covers his face with his free hand. “Y/N, why did he have to die? Why did he have to be taken away? Why did I lose my best friend?”

“You can’t keep asking the ‘why’s’, Reggie. You’re never going to get an answer and you’re not going to fill up the space Jason left by putting yourself through this, it’s killing you. Do you remember what Jason said? Do you?” I ask.

He sniffs and does his best to look at me, “He said to never mourn him if he died.”

I nod, agreeing with him, “But you’re mourning him, Reggie. You’re mourning him in your own little way, I need you, Reggie. You need me, we can’t do this alone, we can’t grieve him by ourselves.”

“But it’s so hard.” He starts to cry again.

“Jason left his mark on this world, and he influenced a lot of people, he fell in love with Polly, and they were going to have a child together. When that baby grows up it’s going to need someone to tell it how wonderful, how amazing it’s dad was and you can’t do that if you’re drinking yourself stupid every day.”

He wipes his eyes, cuddles in closer to me and apologises. “Do you really think the pains going to stop?” He questions.

“One day.” I say, “it’s going to take time and it isn’t going to be easy, but it isn’t going to hurt so much. As much as it does.”

“Are you lying?”

“No, I’m not.” I start to get up, “let’s get you home Reggie.”

The others help me to carry him out into the parking lot and to my car.

Jason Blossom’s murder shook our small town of Riverdale, it shattered friendships and turned families against families. His death turned the strongest of people into the weakest. Getting over the heinous crime, how violent Jason’s end was, wasn’t going to be easy. But we could try. We could slowly mend ourselves and rebuild our lives and hope that his killer would be brought to justice, but in the mean-time all we could do was collect the pieces of us we lost in the past few weeks and start to heal.

Slowly, and surely.

#reggie mantle #riverdale #jughead jones #Betty cooper #Archie andrews #Veronica lodge #Cheryl blossom #jason blossom

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 years

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Phantom Traveler- Part 2

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,114

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

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Part One

Your name: submit What is this?

“Hi, we’re here to see Max Jaffey. We have some questions for him.” You held up your badge and the woman sitting behind the desk smiled and nodded.

“Right, follow me and I will lead you to him.” You and the Winchesters followed her through some doors and made some turns but finally stopped when coming to a glass sliding door, facing a garden where you saw about a dozen patients hanging out.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Sam smiled at the woman.

“No problem.” You opened the door and walked outside, immediately zeroing in on Max. He was walking with a cane.

“Mr. Jaffey?” You asked as you walked closer to him. You caught his attention and he looked at you then back at Sam and Dean who were unusually quiet. “We’re with Homeland Security and we would like to ask you a few questions about Flight 2485.”

“I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security.” He said confused.

“Right, some new information has come up. So, if you could just answer a couple questions...” Dean asked. With a nod from Max, Sam spoke up.

“Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything... unusual?”

“Like what?” You knew he knew something but it was your job to figure it out.

“Strange lights, weird noises, maybe, voices.” Dean said.

“No, nothing.” You knew that was a lie because he checked himself in here for a reason.

“Mr. Jaffey, you check yourself in here, correct?” You asked him. Max nodded but looked a little nervous. “May I ask why?”

“I was a little stressed; I survived a plane crash.” Max shrugged.

“Uh huh, and that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?” Dean leaned in a bit.

“I... I don't want to talk about this anymore.” Max was getting nervous and when people got nervous, they hid things.

“Mr. Jaffey, please. The other people may not have believed you but that doesn’t mean we will. I promise that whatever you tell us, we won’t think you’re crazy.” You said in a soft voice. You didn’t want to intimidate him.

“There was... this—man and, uh, he had these... eyes—these, uh... black eyes and I saw him—or I thought I saw him...” Max stuttered and tried to piece the puzzle in his brain.

“What?” Dean asked.

“He opened the emergency exit. But that's... that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door.” You furrowed your brows together and looked at Sam who looked at Dean.

“This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?” Sam asked Max carefully.

“What are you, nuts?” Max scoffed. You rolled your eyes softly and looked away. “He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me.” You nodded and looked at Dean.

“Well, I appreciate you taking them time to talk to us but I think it’s time to go.” You knew that if the conversation went on, nothing good would come out of it; just wasted time and you needed that time for other people.

“Sure, no problem.” Max said, watching the three of you walk away. With a smile, you passed by the woman at the front desk and outside where the guards were. You gave them a polite smile and got into the Impala, Sam and Dean fresh on your tail.

“Okay, next person?” Dean sighed.

“George Phelps, well his wife. His house was the next town over near Copy Jack.” You said from the backseat. Dean nodded, staring his beloved car and driving off to where he thought you meant. He thought correctly because the address he pulled up as was the address on your paper.

“Hmm, man, I don't care how strong you are,” Dean started to say as you got out of the car with them. “Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight.”

“Not if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form.” Sam replied with. Maybe this is a demon. I’ve hunted them before with John and Dean. You didn’t say that out loud, thinking it was best to keep your mouth shut.

“Does that look like a creature's lair to you?” Dean scoffed, point to the perfectly, ordinary house. You shrugged and walked up the steps to the front door and knocked. A woman, presumably Mrs. Phelps, answered the door with a confused look.

“Hi, Mrs. Phelps, we are from Homeland Security and we’d like to ask you a couple of questions.” You held up your badge, Sam and Dean doing the same.

“Oh, um, sure, come on in.” She opened the door wider and walked further into her house, expecting you to follow her. You did and ended up in her living room, sitting on stiff chairs, listening to her speak.

“This is your late husband?” Sam asked, looking at a picture of a middle-aged man.

“Yes, that was my George.” Mrs. Phelps sniffled.

“You said he was a dentist?” Dean asked, looking at her.

“Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver,” There was a pause before she spoke again. “Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that...” She looked like she was about to cry and you knew that you should be the one to talk to her. You were always empathetic. Maybe that was why you had nightmares about monsters for so long when it never happened to Dean.

“How long were you married?” You asked.

“13 years.” She sighed sadly.

“In all that time, did you ever notice anything... strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?” You bit your lip. Mrs. Phelps looked as if she might have something and you looked hopeful for a moment but then she spoke.

“Well... uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean.” You nodded and looked at Dean and Sam who got up.

“Thank you for your time. If you have any more information that might pop up, please let us know.” You wrote your number down and left her house, sighing.

“Well, that was a bust.”

“I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense.” Sam scratched his jaw.

“A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified. You know what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage.” Dean declared.

“Oh, boys, if we have to act the part, we need to look the part. The Government won’t take us seriously if we look like this. Time to play dress up.” You giggled, ignoring Dean’s groans and got in the car.

“We passed some stores on the way here and I think they had some suits there.” Sam stated. Dean started the car with a huff but drove off without a word. He parked fairly close to the stores and you got out, looking at the Winchesters.

“Okay, you guys go get suited up and I’ll manage to find something for myself.” You left them without another word, finding a store that had a good selection on professional clothing. It took some time but you bought a grey pencil skirt with a white button up shirt. You looked at yourself in the mirror and threw your hair back, thinking it looked better like that. You purchased some nude pumps and you knew your outfit was complete.

You walked out to the car but didn’t see the boys there. They were probably still in the shop, getting fitted. If there were women inside, it would take a while because you have to admit, they’ve got great bodies. You held the bag that contained your clothes and reached inside the car to put them in the backseat. The car was a low car and so you had to bend down a lot to get it in there.

“Holy shit.” You heard a familiar voice say. You got up and turned towards the boys who were finally done.

“Damn, Winchesters, you clean up nicely.” You smiled and walked to them, taking your time.

“You look amazing.” Dean complimented you.

“Thank you,” You reached up and fixed Sam’s collar for him. “But I always look like this. You’re just too busy to notice.” You smiled at Sam and moved over to Dean, fixing his tie that got a little messy, due to him moving around a lot.

“Oh, I notice.” Dean flirted with you. You blushed slightly. This was how it always went with you two. You two would flirt with each other but nothing would ever happen because you were afraid to admit your feelings to one another.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road.” You walked back to the car and got inside, all three of you trying to get comfortable in the tight clothing. Once Dean was comfortable, he started the car and checked to make sure it was safe before pulling into traffic. The time it took to get to the warehouse was nothing and soon you were showing IDs to the guards who let you in without a second thought.

Dean reached into his suit and pulled out his EMF radar and plugged in headphones to listen to it privately.

“What is that?” Sam looked at his brother, scrunching his face up.

“It’s an EMF meter. Read electromagnetic frequencies.” Dean stated.

“Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Because that's what I made it out of. It's homemade.” Dean grinned, like it was an accomplishment.

“I helped.” You giggled quietly.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Sam said unimpressed. Dean’s grin faltered and you rolled your eyes.

“Guys, we don’t have much time to do this.” Dean nodded, walking around and looked at the wreckage. He was waving his EMF meter over everything but when he came to the door handle, it went off like crazy.

“Check out the door handle.” He said, putting away his device. The door handle had some sort of yellow substance on it so the logical thing to do is scratch at it and smell it; which he did.

“What is it?” You asked from behind them.

“One way to find out.” Sam took out a switch blade and scraped some of the yellow dust into a plastic bag. You heard shouting come into hearing distance and your eyes widened.

“Guys, we have to move, now.” You and the boys rushed as fast as you could through a door to which you didn’t enter from. As soon as you shut the door, you heard guys yelling from the room in which you were just in. You ran with the boys and hid behind a building when you thought it was safe.

You peeked around the corner and saw a tall fence with barbed wire on top. You and the brothers started walking casually as if nothing happened but when an alarm started blaring, that is when you guys booked it. You rushed to the gate, not knowing how you would get over but Dean was way ahead of you. He threw his suit jacket over the top and held out his hands.

“Get on, sweetheart. I’ll help you over.” You didn’t want to argue so you stepped into his laced hands and he heaved you over. You used his jacket to soften your blow at the top and you threw your heels off, jumping to the ground. You wined at the pain but grabbed your shoes and looked at Sam and Dean. Dean climbed over after you and grabbed his jacket.

“Well, these monkey suits do come in handy.” Dean smirked. Sam shook his head and did the exact same thing. You ran off to the car, getting in and driving off without a second glance to the place. At least you got what you wanted. You put your foot down on the floor of the car but winched when pain shot up your leg.

“You okay there, sweetheart?” Dean asked you.

“Yeah, I think I sprained my ankle. Remind me to never jump from fences without shoes on.” You sighed, rubbing your ankle which seemed to ease the pain a bit.

“Yeah why did you take them off?” Sam asked. Sometimes, men could be so clueless.

“You honestly expect me to jump that high off a fence and onto these?” You held up the heels and he shook his head. “That’s what I thought.”

Part Three

Masterlist // Series Rewrite Masterlist

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