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adhd-attention-deficit-dumbass · 4 years

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Being a woman is terrifying and men need to fucking stop

TW: Harrassment

This is a super long post sry

A few weeks ago, a man approached me late at night at a bus stop and refused to leave me alone. I wrote this post back then and saved it as a draft to give myself an outlet for my emotions. I didn’t want to share it because I’m afraid of people telling me ”it’s not that bad.” Or ”you’re overreacting.” But I’m going to share it now becaus it needs to be said.

It’s been weeks and I’m still terrified to go outside alone. This incident has given me horrible issues with my anxiety and ptsd. Because these sort of things have been happening to me all the time since I was 11. It never stops. Men never stop.

I’ve had enough. I’m tired of being so scared of men I fear for my life everytime I step outside. All because some fucking men won’t take no for an answer.

So here’s what happened:

As I was waiting for the bus a man started walking extremely close to me as he passed by me, despite there being lots of space on the sidewalk , to which I responded by talking a step back. A little weirded out considering we’re all in the middle of a pandemic. But I thought little of it because maybe he was just distracted. Surely there was nothing suspicious about it? Wrong.

He proceeded to walk back and forth right n front of me, too close for a stranger, all the while I’m pretending to be occupied with my phone, watching him almost circle around me, while he stared at me. So I took another step back because now he was freaking me out by walking so closely around me. My hands were shaking and I kept anxiously looking at the time display on my phone.

I heard him say ”hi” to me, but since I was wearing big headphones (which in my opinion was a pretty clear sign I didn’t want to talk) I pretended I didn’t hear.

Now at this point I had given several polite social cues that I was not interested in talking to some random stranger at a bus stop.

Let me remind you that bus stops are not places where it is socially acceptable to talk to strangers unless neccesary. Why? Because of consent.

If I were approached by a stranger at a bar and they wanted to sit down and share a drink. I would probably say ”yes” because that is an enviroment were talking to people is socially acceptable. By going to a social gathering I have given my consent to partake in social behavior.

So already we’re at a point where it is socially unacceptable and considered rude/thoughtless for this man to talk to me.

This sets off alarm bell #1

His disregard for my personal space and his weird predatory circling is also outside the borders of social norms.

That’s alarm bell #2

His staring is not only rude but extremely scary

Alarm bell #3 is ringning loud and clear.

At this point, I have reacted by ignoring him and physically stepping away. Thinking he would realise the error of his ways and leave me alone.

Wrong.

He proceeded to stand completely still, way too close for a stranger to stand at an empty bus stop, practically within arms reach and tried to get my attention by continously staring at me.

At this point I was getting scared.

Really fucking scared.

Because he had refused to respect both the social boundries and the ones set by me.

I couldn’t read the time on my phone anymore because my hands were shaking so badly.

I was on my own. In the dark. Waiting for a bus. A bus this man could follow me on and find out where I lived.

I decided to take a taxi instead, even though it’s expensive because I did not want to step onto a bus with this man.

So I ordered a taxi through an app, during this time, which is getting close to 10 minutes, the man is still staring at me.

This was the breaking point. I was so terrified and so angry. Terrified of what he was going to do, and angry because of how scared he’d made me.

I said: ”Do you want something?” In as rude a way as possible to make him leave. He said he just wanted to say hi, to which I replied ”hi” and then went back to ignoring him again.

This was a very not so subtle social cue to go fuck off. But he didn’t. He ignored the unfriendly tone in my voice and my short reply.

Alarm bell #4

He proceeded to say he just wanted to ask what I was doing and how my day was.

As if that was a normal conversation to have with a stranger at a bus stop.

At this point I was so angry and so scared I had no more patience and told him in a not so nice way, that my day had actually been fine, until he’d started circling me like a damned predator.

He immedietly got defensive, saying ”no no I just wanted to talk a little.”

Ignoring how I called him a predator, he still tried to talk to me

Alarm bell #5 went off.

My anxiety was shooting through the roof at this point. I was so scared and angry I lost my complete shit. No matter how many polite and even rude cues I gave, he refused to leave me alone.

But then two more men approached the bus stop. With the precense of more people I felt safe enough to completely drop all politeness and told him:

”No. I don’t know you and don’t want to talk to you so please leave me alone.”

Now this is it, I had oficially broken the social law of politeness. Surely now he’d understand and leave me be?

Wrong

He tried to excuse himself, getting more persistent and saying he ”just wanted to talk”

Alarm bell #6

Despite me telling him. ”No.” To leave me alone. He refused. He stepped over all boundries and ignored my vocal lack of consent.

At this point I was so scared I was close to tears and I said the only thing I can think of.

”You’re scaring me, I don’t know you, please leave me alone.”

And this man...

This fucking garbage of a human being had the audacity to act surprised.

He looked like I was out of my mind and said

”I’m scaring you?”

I was so enraged I nearly screamed at him.

”Yes! You’re scaring me! Now leave me alone!”

He shied away, looking confused and upset that I had called him out on his disgusting behavior.

It still took the two other men at the bus stop telling him to go away to make him actually leave

I took a taxi home.

I nearly cried getting into that taxi. I fought against the tears, wanting to cry alone at home.

The driver was a man, I was a bit weary at first, but he was friendly. Polite. We made small talk, he asked what I did for a living, told me he’d been playing video games before picking me up and then he told me to have a good night as he dropped me off.

I felt so safe.

What was the difference between these two men then? Why did one scare me to death and one made me feel at ease and safe?

The answer is consent. I consented to step into the driver’s car. As a taxi driver and customer, he and I had consented to us being in the car together to get from place A to place B. He did not approach me without consent, or step over my personal boundries.

Both were total strangers, but one made me want to cry and is the reason I always carry a small knife on my person. The other is the reason I made it home safely that night.

The difference is consent.

#tw: harrasment #might delete later #harrasment #men are disgusting #rant #personal #super long post #i just need to vent

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alycosworld · 3 years

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I'm Beginning to See the Light

Bakugo X Reader

A/N: I wouldn't rly call this a songfic, but I'm obsessed with this song. The Ink Spots and Ella Fitzgerald are legendary!

Request: nope!

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Ah, karaoke night with Class 1-A. When is this not eventful?

In the past weeks, we've had Momo pull a Mariah Carey and hit notes too high for fucking Shoji to reach, Kaminari sing 'driver's license' and cry while pointing at Kirishima and Sero, and Iida attempt to do the WAP.

But this week, there was some real talent.

Mainly from the shyest student in the class, (Y/N) (L/N).

They weren't going to sing, until everyone realised that despite their fortnightly karaoke nights, they haven't had to sing once. Everyone else has, why shouldn't they?

Now, this got Katsuki Bakugo very interested. He was more attentive during the night than usual after their name was mentioned and he listened out for even the short answers they mumbled, amplifying it and replaying it in his head.

He would never admit it, but he was intrigued. Ever since the first time they spoke, when they addressed him by his first name, and not his last.

They were a foreigner (sry if you aren't! Or if you're from a country that does call people by their last name) so they didn't know any better, but it felt awkward to hear his first name on their tongue. It sent the strangest sensation up his spine. In fact, everytime they spoke to him, or giggled and smiled, it did. Granted, they only did it a few times, opting to speak as little as possible in any situation.

They were absolutely adorable, and Bakugo found himself staring at the back of their head or thinking about them too much sometimes.

Not to mention, they were an absolute heartthrob. Bakugo would tense up upon seeing their tie even slightly loosened, or their top button was undone. Just that little spot of flesh peeking out sent him wild, and something had to be done about it.

"What? Guys, I can't sing, really." (Y/N) shook their head, quietly refusing the class's requests.

"Yeah, none of us can other than Jiro! One song, that's all we're asking for." Uraraka pleaded.

"W-well...I'm really not--"

"We'll even let you pick the song! Nothing weird, we just wanna hear you sing!" Hagakure insisted, and they sighed before standing up and walking up to the machine, taking the microphone.

"You guys better not laugh at me." (Y/N) rolled their eyes.

"Of course not," Tokoyami assured her, making her turn back to the machine and scroll through the songs.

"Oh, you guys won't know this one but I like it." (Y/N) they smiled, unintentionally looking at Bakugo of all people. He almost choked on the air, covering his mouth and composing himself.

The song started with some piano and (Y/N) closed her eyes, initially too afraid of the crowd's reaction to look at them.

"I never cared much for moonlit skies,

I never wink back at fireflies,

But now that the stars are in your eyes,

I'm beginning to see the light."

Jesus Christ, her voice was heavenly.

Bakugo thought as she sang. As if (Y/N) wasn't already bewitching him, he was under their spell once again.

"I never went in for afterglow,

Or candlelight on the mistletoe,

But now when you turn the lamp down low,

I'm beginning to see the light."

(Y/N) was a beautiful siren, and Bakugo was a pirate. And God, even if it meant he died, he'd be happy if he was lured in by them.

"Used to ramble through the park,

Shadowboxing in the dark,

Then you came and caused a spark,

That's a four-alarm fire now."

By this point in the song, (Y/N) had opened their eyes and they were responding to Bakugo's captivated gaze by smiling back at him. When he realised that they had acknowledged him, he turned away, putting a hand over his mouth and blushing profusely while he grumbled something incoherent.

"I never made love by lantern-shine,

I never saw rainbows in my wine,

But now that your lips are burning mine,

I'm beginning to see the light."

(Y/N) winked at Bakugo when he cautiously glanced at them, before they made their way back to where everyone was sitting and cheering for them.

"I didn't know you could sing like that." Ojiro said.

"C'était incroyable!" Aoyama complimented.

"You're a really good singer!" Tsu added.

"Well, I was in the school choir as a kid, but I've always been kinda reluctant." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Why?" Sato asked.

"Because...I don't know, I guess I was worried people wouldn't like me if I messed up." They shrugged, looking at Bakugo. He gazed back at them before interruoting the silence.

"What are you looking at me for?!"

"N-no reason, Katsuki, I promise." (Y/N) mumbled, bowing their head shyly.

"Jeez, Bakugo. Don't get angry at them for looking at you." Kirishima said. There was a short silence before he turned his head to the side and leaned his jaw on his palm.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"Ah! No, no, it's fine, really." They blushed.

"You're lucky they're so nice, Bakugo." Sero said.

"Shut up!"

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Later that night, when everyone was in their rooms getting ready to sleep, Bakugo crept down he hall and made his way to (Y/N)'s room, hesitating slightly before knocking on the door.

They opened the door and their eyes widened at the sight of Bakugo, blushing slightly.

"O-oh! Uh, hey, Katsuki..." They said, looking down at their feet and fiddling with their fingers.

"Can I come in?" Bakugo asked. His voice was deep and gruff, but sincere for some reason?

“Yeah, of course.” (Y/N) said, calming down.

Bakugo walked into the room when (Y/N) stepped to the side, closing the door behind him.

“Is everything okay?” They asked.

“You were...uhm...you sang well.” He said, mentally cursing himself for not knowing what to say.

“Thank you.” (Y/N) smiled.

“I, uh...actually, it’s nothing.” He said, angrily making his way back to the door.

“Wait!” (Y/N) said, subconsciously grabbing his wrist.

“What?!” Bakugo said, baring his teeth and turning back to look at them.

“Well...I-I was wondering if you’re, uhm...”

“If you aren’t busy on Friday, do you wanna come with me somewhere? I didn’t really plan on doing this right now but I just had to ask, I promise I’ll figure it all out before Friday.” (Y/N) said shyly. They dropped Bakugo’s sleeve and shoved their hands in their pockets instead, not daring to look up.

“Hey. Look at me.” Bakugo demanded, and they hesistantly lifted their head to look him in the eye.

“I was supposed to say that.” He growled, and they quirked their head to the side.

"Sorry, what?" (Y/N) asked.

"I said, that was my line. So let me say this:" He grumbled, never once smiling, confusing by exciting (Y/N).

"6pm. Don't be late." He said, before yanking the door open. He turned around as he was about to leave, grinning at (Y/N).

"Got that?" He asked, loudly. They timidly nodded their head with a smile.

"Good." He slammed the door behind him and sighed, a blush spreading on his cheeks and a warm feeling in his chest while (Y/N) damn near melted, collapsing onto their bed with a dreamy smile on their face.

Katsuki and (Y/N) couldn't wait for Friday.

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kirishwima · 4 years

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I'm glad to hear you're having so much fun! I'd like the RFA boys (including V, my fave as well ♡ ) reaction to MC who's super outgoing & fun in the chatroom (cracking jokes with Seven, teasing & complimenting the others, jokingly flirting & fangirling over Elizabeth 3rd) but doesn't show up to the party bc she's like super shy & awkward in person, especially since she's nervous about meeting them for the first time? How would they handle it? Sry this is oddly specific & many thanks ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ❤

awe i really like this idea! id probably be just as shy tbh lmaosince you specified MC’s gender, I’ll write this with a female MC! ^^

ZEN:

* He’s seen MC before the party as she’s visited his home, but he was so shocked to see this cute shy girl on his front door, so unlike the bubbly person he’d got used to in the RFA chatrooms!

* He figured it’s just nervousness because she’s meeting him for the first time and tried to make her as comfortable as possible, reminding her that he’s still the same person as the one she’s talked to in the messenger, but it does little to ease her nerves-MC’s stiff as a brick, stuttering short responses to Zen’s questions

* Eventually he decides to take a bolder approach-as they’re sitting on the couch sipping tea, he takes a hold of MC’s free hand and interlocks her fingers with him, bringing them up to his heart.

* “Do you feel how fast it’s beating?” he asks, his face a flush of furious red to match his eyes, “you’re the cause of it. I’m just as nervous as you are, and the only reason I can hide it so well is because of my acting skills, so please...don’t be so nervous around me. Let’s make each other feel more comfortable.”

* MC promises she’ll try, and slowly but surely manages to ease up a little around Zen, enough at least to talk normally with him (she will however McFreaking Faint if he so much as hugs her which, let’s be real, is totally valid)

* Talking to Zen has been accomplished, but going to the RFA party, where she’ll have to face dozens of strangers at once...is a completely different matter

* The day of the party, Zen woke up much earlier than she did, getting everything ready for the big day, his nervousness manifesting into an excited energy.

* MC on the other hand...wasn’t having it. The moment she woke up her stomach churned, her skin pale with terror. She couldn’t do this, it was impossible, she just can’t up and go to this party, she can’t face all these strangers at once she can’t-

* Zen immediatly noticed her anxiety, and tried his best to talk her out of it-assured her he’ll be with her the whole time, and that the rest of the RFA would have her back as well.

* If he saw that MC was still nervous, he’d hold her hand in his, and tell her it’s okay if she doesn’t want to be there, if she wants to take it slow in meeting everyone else, but that if she decided to come, he’d protect her like her knight in shining armor.

* At the end of the day, the choice is hers, and he’ll support it no matter what

JUMIN:

* The situation is somewhat similar as Zen’s-meeting MC before the party helped her get used to him, and with such big matters like Elizabeth the 3d dissappearing at hand, she had little time to let her shyness sink in-she had to be there for Jumin, and that took the most priority in her mind.

* When all was said and done however, and she’d finally gone back to the apartment to prepare for the party....her legs turned into jello, her stomach twisted uncomfortably in her belly as she realised just what would take place the next day.

* It wasn’t even just the party and the guests, it wasn’t just that she’d be meeting the rest of the RFA-Jumin had invited his father, his father’s girlfriend, all those cameramen....goosebumps appeared on her skin just at the thought of it

* She felt horribly guilty when, on the day of the party, instead of waking up and getting ready, she laid in bed curled into a ball, her breath hitched in her throat.

* Even checking the time became stressful-what was the rest of the RFA doing right now? Would they hate her for ditching them like that? Would Jumin despise her?

* She couldn’t say she wasn’t expecting a call when the hour of the party neared. Jaehee was the first to call, frantic as to why MC wasn’t there yet when she ‘was the star of this event’ according to Jumin. She let MC know just how busy the venue was, something she could judge for herself just by the hustle and bustle she could hear in the backgroung of the call.

* “I’m sorry Jaehee I just-I can’t make it. I’m really not feeling well, I’ll-I’ll send an apology to the guests after the party. Please greet them properly for me.”

* Jaehee couldn’t get another word in before MC hung up, her fingers shaking as she ended the call.

* Moments later she received another phone call, this time from Jumin.

* She expected him to yell, to ask her how she could disappoint him like this, why she’d betray his trust-

* What she didn’t expect was the sound of a moving car as Jumin answered the phone, worry ebbed in his voice.

* “MC? Where are you, what’s wrong? Jaehee said you’re not feeling well, I’ve let her take care of the guests and I’m heading your way. I haven’t managed to contact V yet and ask about the apartment’s location but I’m working on it, do you think you can meet me at the nearest street to the apartment? Do you require medical assistance?”

* He was bombarding her with questions, and she could picture his face perfectly-loosening his tie as his throat felt constricted, a scrunch forming at the bridge of his nose as his lips form a thin line, his tell-tale sign of worry.

* “Jumin I-” she couldn’t lie, not to him. “I can’t-there’s so many people coming, so many cameras, and I know I promised I’ll be right beside you, and I don’t want to betray that trust I just-I can’t do it. I’m not comfortable with this, you saw how I was just with meeting you, what if I make a fool of myself at the party?!”

* Jumin remained silent for a long moment before replying, his voice gentler than she’d ever heard it before.

* “Darling, you could never betray my trust. I love you and believe in you wholeheartedly, and would never want to put you in a position you’re not comforatble with. If you feel that the party will make you nervous, then we simply won’t go. I can deal with Sarah and Glam Choi in a different way. What matters the most to me is you.”

* This boy loves MC, no questions asked. He’ll do whatever will make her happy and comfortable ((even if it makes poor Jaehee suffer orz))

YOOSUNG:

* This boy...has literally gone through hell and back for MC

* And he’d do it 100 times over, because even if he hasn’t met her, he loves her. Not for who he thought she’d be, but for who she is, and for who she helped him become.

*He’s so excited to meet her at the party, he even left the hospital early simply to be there for her...

*....Only MC is no where to be found.

* Immediatly he feels his heart drop. He’s so worried something happened to her, maybe that evil organisation got to her-maybe-

* He wastes no time in calling her, rushing out of the party venue, ready to grab Seven by the collar and get the location of Rika’s apartment out of him if he must so he can find MC.

* When MC answers, he’s shocked by the quietness of her voice, how it sounds like she’s almost trembling as she speaks. He asks her what’s wrong, if he needs his help, and she breaks down, telling him the truth about how nervous and shy she is, how she doesn’t feel like she can come to the RFA party.

* Yoosung...really gets it. He was quite similar to MC until not so long ago!

* “Okay. If you don’t want to come, then you don’t have to”, he says, and MC feels as if he’ll hang up after saying this, probably to never speak to her again, “but I’m coming to you. You’re my pre-girlfriend remember? And-listen, I’m shy too. I’d be shaking like a leaf if I were to talk to a girl on the phone at any other instance! But you changed that. You helped me become a better, braver person, and I’m still changing and evolving, thakns to you. So...let me help you change as well? Please?”

* Who can say no to this boy, srsly

* If MC’s fine with it, he’ll meet her for coffee (Although to be fair she’ll probably have to drag him back to the hospital YOOSUNG IT’S NOT SAFE TO BE OUTSIDE AFTER SUCH A SURGERY i have to break the fourth wall as a med student to say this aA)), and he’ll help her slowly meet the rest of the RFA, one at a time

* ...He’d probably leave Seven for last though lmao

SEVEN:

* I mean, neither of them was going to go to the RFA party anyway lmao

* Let’s, for the sake of this scenario, assume that they’re both attending next year’s RFA party, after the hacker incident!

* Seven’s so excited, he’s picked what suit he’ll wear weeks before the party, happy to be enjoying this with his beloved.

* MC however...doesn’t seem all that thrilled.

* He knows she’s shy-it took her so long to open up to him, he genially thought she hated him at first! She’d barely glance his way, her cheeks burning a fiery red that easily beat his hair colour the first time they’d kissed, and it took a long time for her to simply get used to his presence around her.

*He knew what it’s like to be a different person online, so he’d never judge her for it-besides, he knows both her online persona and the shy girl in front of him are the same person, just how his happy-go-lucky attitude on the messenger is just another side of him too.

* He tried his best to hype her up for the party, told her about all the pranks they could pull on Yoosung and Zen, how he’d hack the speakers to Rick Roll everyone if she wanted him to, and for a while, it seemed like she was a little excited about it to.

* The night before the party however, as Seven brought his suit out to show to MC (or maybe he brought out another cosplay to troll her lol), MC broke down, tears striking her face as she shook her head, saying she can’t she can’t do this, can’t go to a room full of strangers and act happy, she’d be so nervous she’d vomit, what if she makes a full of herself-

* Seven stops her, placing a hand on her shoulder and gripping her gently to snap her out of it.

* “We don’t have to go if you don’t feel comfortable. MC, I never, never want to pressure you into anything, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like you have to go. Listen, we can spend the day just us two, we can meet the rest of the RFA at a later time and explain it to them, we don’t have to go, you hear me? I just...I want you to be happy. That’s that.”

* She shook her head. “No but-you were so excited to go, I don’t want you to miss out because of me I’m-”

* Seven laughs with a roll of his eyes, bringing his hands to wipe the tears off of MC’s face. “Do you hear yourself? I’m not missing out on anything, except the moments when I’m not with you, silly. There’ll be another RFA party time and time again, but if you never want to go to any of them, then I won’t go either. Besides...we can always troll the RFA from the comfort of our home too” he shrugs, a devilish smirk on his lips.

* He’ll definitely try and help MC to slowly come out of her comfort zone, but he realises such a feat takes time, and he’s not about to push her into a situation she won’t feel safe in. He’s happy so long as they’re together, be it at the party, at home, or at the ends of the earth.

V/JIHYUN:

* Again, for the sake of the scenario, we’re talking about a future RFA party, after everything’s been settled.

* It’s the first RFA party he’d go to in a long time, and he’s just so happy to be there with MC by his side, to make new, wonderful memories with her.

* He has to admit, when he met her he was taken aback by how shy she was-the way she spoke to him via messages, it was nothing alike to the way she stuttered as she greeted him (granted, she did think he was nothing but an AI so *shrug*)

* He was so insanely patient though, approaching her slowly, at her own pace, until she was comfortable enough around him to just be herself. He’d never wanst to upset her, and would honestly wait forever if it’s what she needed.

* So when he noticed her apprehension about the party, he didn’t think much of it-he’d talk to her about it, try to make her as comfortable as possible, tell her that both he and the rest of the RFA would be there for her no matter what.

* It seemed like she agreed, as she smiled and nodded, but that all changed the day of the party.

* V woke up with a smile on his lips, ready to face the day, only when he patted the bed next to him for MC she was no where to be found.

* He frowned, but figured she might’ve woken up before him, the nervousness for the day keeping her up.

* He was more than shocked to find her in the kitchen, tears threatening to spill from her face as she looked down into her cup of coffee.

* He’s there for her in a flash, cupping her face between his hands, kissing her eyelids as he whispers soft affirmations to her.

* “Honey, no, what’s wrong? Please don’t cry, please..”

* It took a while to calm her down, and even then feeling the tremble of her body as she spoke made his heart ache.

* “I’m sorry V, I’m so sorry I-I know you were so excited for the party but I just-I’m not ready for this. I tried, I’m trying to push myself, to be more open and social so I can be the girlfriend you can proudly bring with you to parties and gallery openings and stuff but I’m-I’m not ready” she concluded with a defeated sigh, another sob threatening to escape her lips.

* V kissed her, once, twice, held her in a tight embrace as he rested his chin on the top of her head.

* “Baby, I don’t care about any of that. If you don’t feel comfortable going to the party, then we don’t have to go, and that’s that. I don’t care about galleries or parties or anything of the sort. I care about you.” He leaned back holding MC by the shoulders as he smiled, fondness clear in his eyes. “I care about you. I love you. I do want to help you slowly get out of your comfort zone, if anything then only so you can see how much kindness can exist between strangers, how much more of the world you can experience when you put anxiety aside, but I never never want to pressure you into anything.”

* He means it. This boy just wants his girlfriend to be happy, parties be damned.

* He’s absoloutely content to spend the day cuddling MC and watching old movies; he trusts the rest of the RFA and knows the party will be just as successful even without the two of them there.

* He will do his best to slowly help MC with her shyness, and maybe, eventually-they’ll proudly stand side by side at a future RFA party.

Sorry this was sort of long lol, hope you like it!

~Send me scenarios/headcanons for mystic messenger character(s) to react to!~

#lmao i always turn into a big sap when writing for V hes just such a cutie #im glad hes your fave too though!~#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger prompts #mysme headcanons #mysme prompts #jihyun kim #mysme V #mysme Zen #mysme 707 #Luciel Choi #Saeyoung Choi #Hyun Ryu #Jumin Han #Yoosung Kim #Anonymous

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simpleb00x · 4 years

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Request: Hey i was wondering if for a fic you could write a castiel x reader where sam and dean find her on a hunt and she’s all injured and stuff so castiel has to take care of her back at the bunker. And she gets like super clingy and stuff. But cas is super protective anyways so its fine. Sry if this is odly specific lmao. I just saw you were taking requests. Please tag me in it as well. :)

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Warnings: language, suggestive smut (doesn’t go into detail tho), sexual harrassment?(a weirdo at a bar. Need I say anymore?) angst, fluff, kinda gore?

Word Count: 2,000-ish

Pairings: protective!cas x reader, sam winchester, dean winchester

A/N: okay so, when i was writing the second half i was just after reading a sort of yandere!dean fic so cas comes off a little dom-ish. Like, big top energy. I’m not very good at writing authors notes so im sorry. But I hope you get what I mean. Anyways this was a pretty cool request and I probably wrote more than i should have but screw it. Okay, enjoy!

Castiel’s P.O.V.

To be honest, I wasn’t sure what was going on. Sam and Dean had just walked into the bunker, no not walked, pretty much ran into the bunker. Dean was carrying a figure in his arms, blood staining his shirt. “Castiel! Can you heal her??” He asked, quickly putting the person down on the library table. “I- Let me take a look.” I replied. I brushed the hair out of the young lady’s face and placed my fingers to her forehead, and oh- did I mention that she was beautiful?

“Yes I can heal her. She doesn’t seem to be severly wounded. But I will need to keep an eye on her for a short while. She has suffered a great deal already and I don’t want to risk anything spreading.” Sam and Dean nodded along to what I was saying. “Okay then what are you waiting for!” Dean barked. I turned back to the girl on the table. This time, I placed my full hand on her forehead. After a few seconds, it was visible that she was in much better condition. “Alright. Well, me and Sam need to go and continue this case. But you stay with her. You hear me Cas? Don’t let her out of your sight. According to what we’ve learnt - she has big connections to big things. Even if she doesn’t know about it herself.” Dean said sternly. I nodded.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“So, monsters are real?” He nodded. “And you are an angel?” He nodded again. “Castiel?” I was finding it hard to grasp. But it did make sense. Whatever attacked me that day, was not human. “And your friends.. they kill these bad monsters?” I said timidly. He nodded.

After that, I didn’t go anywhere without Castiel by my side. To the kitchen, the library. The only privacy I really got was in the bathroom. I didn’t mind at all though. This whole thing was terrifying. The attack, the new place, the monsters being real. Castiel was like my rock. Kept me from spiraling out of control. The first night in the bunker. I had a nightmare. It was a bad one as well. Replaying the events of the attack. Me running through the woods, a growl behind me, when I turned to look I slipped and then there was this massive shape above me, pinning me down, and scratching and hitting.

I woke up petrified, shaking and everything. “Y/n?” The door opened and Castiel was standing there. “C- Cas.” I sobbed. Soon he was by my side and the door closed behind him. He pulled me onto his lap and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He whispered kind words into my hair and kept his arms around me until I calmed down. I didn’t want to let go. He was so warm and his trenchcoat smelt like the earth. Like just after it rains. “Do you want to try sleeping again?” He whispered. “I dunno.” I muttered back. “Here. I’ll stay with you.” He said.

Gently lifting me off him, I lay back down on the bed. He slipped off his shoes and climbed in next to me, his arms wrapping around my waist and my back against his chest. “Is this okay?” He whispered. I could feel his breath on my neck and it gave me goosebumps. “Thank you.” I said in reply. His arms tightened around my middle and soon I drifted off to sleep.

He stayed in my bed every night since then. I told him not to. But he insisted, and every night I found myself curled up next to him. Sam and Dean were back in the bunker after a couple of days. Castiel still stayed by my side, and was even more protective when they were there. “Well. I’d say she’s all better now. Right Cas?” Dean said one evening in the library. “I - I dunno Dean. She’s -,” Castiel started. “You’re right. I’m fine now.” I cut in. Cas clenched his jaw. “Great. I’d say to test this theory. We bring you out for a few drinks. That’ll show us if you’re better or not.” Dean said with a wink in my direction.

We went right then and there. It took a lot of convincing with Cas to let me go. Even though I didn’t understand what the big deal was. I got ready to go out by putting on a little makeup. Some lipstick, foundation, not a big deal. I didn’t do much with my outfit, but I did wear a turtleneck and a pair of baggy jeans. Dean told me I looked hot and Cas said I was pretty. So thats something.

We drove in the impala, me and cas in the backseat. We were sitting right next to each other, and I could almost feel the anger and annoyance radiating off him. I patted his arm gently and gave him a smile. Over the past week of living in the bunker, I’ve learnt to read his mannerisms. I know what he likes and dislikes. To say I know everything about him would be an over statement, but I knew a good amount.

“Here we go. This looks great guys.” Dean said as we pulled in the parking lot of a bar. “Mhmm.” Cas agreed. Sam had stayed at home, even though Dean had been bugging him about it. I got out of baby and followed Dean through the doors, Castiel not leaving my side. We got a nice booth at the end of the bar. It was packed, about ten people were gathered around a single pool table, and the bartender was wiping beads of sweat off his forehead from the amount of drinks he was making.

“Here. I’ll go get us drinks.” I said, getting up. “Beers?” I asked. Dean and Cas nodded. I made my way over to the end of the room, where the bartender was situated. “Three beers please.” I said to him. He nodded and began shuffling around for them. “Hey pretty stranger.” I heard from behind me. A man with dark hair and brown eyes was standing there, his hand gently curling around my waist. “Uh- hi. I- I’m here with friends I’m not really looking for anything -,” I stuttered.

He didn’t care though. Instead, he reached his hand down and grabbed my rear. Which resulted in my flinching away. “I said I’m not interested.” I said, giving him a light push away. “Oh come on. Every girl has got to want just one fun night. I’m sure your friends won’t mind.” He said, whispering in my ear. “I-,” I started talking but soon I found a certain blue eyed angel on front of me. Putting himself between me and the stranger. “She said she’s not interested.” Cas growled.

“Oh, um - sorry man. I didn’t realise that- yeah, I’ll just go now..” the stranger quickly walked away, taking his drink with him. Cas turned around and faced me now, and damn was he pissed. Slamming a twenty on the counter of the bar, he grabbed my hand and lead me away from the bar, and out the door.

“Cas wait!” I shouted, tearing my hand away from his grip. We were in the parking lot, beside baby. “Dean gave me the keys. We’re going home. I’m driving because I know you don’t like being zapped places. Okay?” He barked. I cowered away from him. “Cas what’s wrong? Why are you being so- so annoying!?” I said, my voice getting louder the more I spoke. He was possesive thats for sure. But damn it was one guy.

His features darkened and he took my hand again, this time pushing me into a nearby alleyway and pinning me to the wall. My breath was caught in my throat as I stared into his dagger blue eyes. Why did I feel like this? “Because he touched you. He touched you and you’re not his to touch. You’re mine.” He growled into my ear. I felt my stomach get butterflies and my knees become weak. Just the last bit, ‘you’re mine’ made me want him so bad.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him. My lips met his and he tasted like honey and vodka. I moaned as he kissed back, his tounge tracing the inside of my mouth. His hands on my waist. Still pushing me against the alleyway wall. I pulled away for a breath, my hands under his trenchcoat. “I don’t care that you don’t like being zapped. We’re going to my room.” He whispered roughly.

The next morning I woke up, tangled in the sheets with the angel. He doesn’t sleep, but he still stayed with me. The entire night. “Hi.” I said. He grinned, gently resting his palm on my cheek, “Hi.” He said. His hand wandered down the my chest, just below my collar bone. Some words of enochian were carved in there. I don’t remember him doing that. “What does that mean?” I asked him. His hand wandered back up to my face and his thumb grazed my lip. “It says, ‘mine’.” He whispered. His expressions were so soft compared to last night. He really showed no mercy, until I said that I was his and his only. It was hot. Hot as hell. Not literally.

“I’m sorry. I must have gotten carried away and left it there. I can get rid of it if you-,” he started. I shook my head violently and pushed in closer to him. “I’m yours. Okay?” I told him. He smiled, using both his hands to play with my hair, and then push it out of my face. “That’s my girl.” He said, planting a rough kiss on my lips once more.

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jarchieriverdale · 7 years

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Okay so I literally just started writing this Jarchie thing (I put it under the cut) and want to know what everyone thinks/if I should continue it/put it up on AO3 etc etc. Especially since I wasn’t aiming to have a WIP for Jarchie but here I am, writing a thing.

I’m basing it more off the new comic versions, but I’m also keeping in mind the TV show, so I won’t have Grundy and I’ll probably keep Jug in the beanie as opposed to the cap. Idk yet, I haven’t made any description of it yet. It’s got ace Jug, possibly aro, since yeah I am basing it more off the comics but im not sure yet and I just want to say that because hell it may end up having qpr jarchie but then it might not idk idk this is just the first chapter.

Basically, I wanted to write one of those disgustingly cliche high school AUs, except obviously they’re canonically in high school. So AU instead where Jughead and Archie were never friends. Jughead’s that emo loner & Archie’s that popular jock dating that popular girl (Ronnie) and every girl wants Archie. EXCEPT Archie’s kinda pining after Jug, but has never done or said anything because he doesn’t think Jug would care or want to even be his friend or anything (’then why’s he dating Ronnie?’ you may ask, it’s in the chapter’s my fellas).

So it’s kinda like, you know the story line... that guy that’s perfect and every girl wants but he ends up falling for that one girl who’s average and underwhelming and people are like HOLY SHIITTT HOWWW because they’re destroying the social ladder or some shit. And writing those really cliche scenes, except all of a sudden, I’ve realised, they might not be that cliche because this is Jug we’re talking about like... how will this fold out? As cliche as I was planning to write? Or maybe not so much??? idk...

Currently about 3k words under the cut! (not edited since I JUST wrote it)

Jughead Jones was more of a loner type, and nobody questioned that. He seemed to prefer to be on his own, sitting by himself during lunch hours, a pile of food to one side of him, his computer on the other. Maybe he was playing video games, maybe he was typing, nobody really knew.

It’s not that he was entirely alone, though. Sometimes he was with Betty Cooper and Kevin Keller, other times Dilton Doiley. If they invited him anywhere, one could sometimes hear him accepting, but most times he’d turn them down.

So by choice, really, he spent time alone.

And so he was today just before school began, sitting and munching on a banana and face glued to his computer screen, until Betty and Kevin came running over to him. It was the gleam in their eyes that Jughead knew what they were going to talk about, maybe even ask his opinion on.

“PFG is dating Veronica Lodge,” Kevin said to him, after hastily taking the seat beside him.

Ah yes, teen drama. Even worse: teen dating drama. Which Jughead held about as much interest in as the supermodels in underwear calendar everyone had been swooning about two weeks ago. (As a side note, some of the underwear had appeared entirely unpractical, but nobody would listen to Jug when he pointed that out).

“Who and who now?” Jughead asked, but a memory resurfaced on what PFG was. Ah yes, Popular Football God, Archie Andrews.

“Yes see, check out my twitter! It’s blowing up!” Kevin ignored the question and shoved his phone in Jughead’s face and. Cross-eyed, Jug attempted to read a couple of so-called tweets:

Sheila Wu @sheilabeauty101 #PFG dating #lodgeheiress IM SCREAMING

Reggie Mantle @radreggieman I can confirm @awesomearchie is dating @veronicalodge

“And this should interest me because?” Jughead asked, taking a huge bite of his burger.

“Veronica Lodge is a reality TV star,” Betty said, “that’s a big deal.”

“Was a reality star,” Kevin said, “I doubt she’s that big of a deal anymore.”

“Says the news vans outside the school we just pushed past...” Betty rolled her eyes.

There’d been news vans?? Jughead munched on his burger, trying hard to think back to a few minutes ago, a difficult feat, but he recalled someone sticking a microphone up to his face as he tried to walk into the school. They asked about something that he could no longer remember, and he’d ignored them and gone right in.

“Well, whatever,” Kevin sounded bitter.

Jughead wasn’t sure why until Betty said, “Look, I know you think Archie should’ve said yes when I asked him out-,”

Kevin hummed an affirmation.

“-But he doesn’t like me like that. I’m completely content on just being friends. Please don’t be terrible to him.”

“I’m not being terrible to him,” Kevin muttered, scrolling on his phone, “or to anyone. It just doesn’t seem fair...”

Jughead finished his banana and pulled an apple out of his pocket, “It’s not like anyone can do anything about it. If somebody doesn’t like someone that’s hardly anyone’s fault. No point getting angry.”

“You’re exactly right, Jug,” Betty said, and then to Kevin, “just leave it be, Kev. I’ll find someone worthy of me.”

“That you will,” Jug said to her and Betty flashed him a smile before the two left, leaving Jughead to go back onto his computer and eat his food in peace.

It was just one date! Archie was fuming as he scrolled down his twitter feed. Of course this would happen, goddammit. It’s not that he didn’t like Veronica – he did, but he just wasn’t sure yet. And okay, he was hoping with one date he would figure it out but... he hadn’t.

The worst thing was everyone kept stopping him in the hallways when all he wanted to do was be alone and read through the tweets of what people were saying. Maybe contact Veronica and ask what she thinks about it.

She probably doesn’t mind, Archie thought with a pang of annoyance, he’d seen her talking to the media outside the school.

Archie, on the other hand, had gone around the back. He made his way into the bathroom, going to the end stall and locking himself into it. He put the toilet seat down and sat, also moving his legs up so they wouldn’t be in view at the bottom of the cubicle.

He texted Veronica, now content he had some peace and quiet.

Ronnie, howd every1 find out so fast?

When he didn’t get a reply right away he gripped his phone tighter, deciding he had to look away because otherwise the text would never come if he stared at his phone. Why does one always get messages when they aren’t look at their phone? It’s some sort of law of the universe.

So Archie stared at the bathroom wall, the tiles covered in scribbles of texts. Phone numbers, insults, and praises. Information, gossip, and crude drawings. He read through all of them, though one line written in thick, black marker met his eyes:

jughead jones is a fugly emo

And scribbled furiously underneath in a slimmer, redder marker:

Leave Jug alone!! Ass!!

Archie reached into his varsity jacket pocket, pulling out an ordinary black ink pen. Most people used permanent markers on the wall, but he could make do with this. He scrawled underneath in a manner so no one could guess it was his writing:

JUGHEADS P CUTE ACTUALLY

He’d never really spoken to the guy... well, occasionally he had. He’d tried to hit him up a couple of times but Jughead never appeared interested.

Okay, well ‘hit him up’... more like ask a question in the middle of class. Like what he’d asked him last month, for example. It was a Tuesday, just after lunch, when Archie found himself sitting next to the guy in English class.

“Hey, do you know what time it is?” Archie had whispered to him.

Jughead looked right at Archie, who’d done his best to give a polite smile, even though he would’ve liked nothing more than to beam and wink at the guy. Perhaps even try a come-hither look, but he didn’t want to scare Jughead away.

The other boy had just frowned, glancing down at Archie’s wrist and saying with thorough confusion “You’re wearing a watch...”

“Oh, right... right, I forgot...” Archie had said, and remembering that reply made him cringe and groan. Gosh, he should’ve said something like it was broken, or been more suave about it, idiot.

In his left hand, his phone vibrated and Archie quickly checked the text, glad to see it was Ronnie.

Sry Archiekins! media wantd 2 talk J no clue how any1 knows. sum1 saw us 2gether & guessd right?

Archie grinded his teeth and sent back.

It was one date Ronnie! I do like you, but I dunno if I want to do this yet...

An instant reply.

But if you like me, then shouldn’t you want to date me?

That was true. Archie wasn’t sure how he felt, or how he should reply. Should he say he liked guys more? That maybe he just needed some time away? Or maybe he should just flat out say he isn’t sure if he likes her like that. Archie started to type back, fixing the text, back spacing and writing the whole thing again until he was sure he was okay with it.

I dunno, Ronnie. I think I need some time to think about it.

He pressed send. It took a moment longer for another reply from her.

So we’re not dating?? :(

Archie sighed, wondering if he just avoided texting back if he could avoid the whole situation completely. The bell rang anyway so he really had to get to class.

The bell rang and Jug grumbled to himself, annoyed. He’d been too busy on his computer he hadn’t noticed the time. As he was at his locker, it was slammed shut in his face by none other than Reggie Mantle.

Reggie was a complicated specimen. The best comparison for him was that he was Satan, but it pained Jughead to admit that Reggie did have his moments of kindness.

This was not one of them.

“Hey pointy,” Reggie said, referring to Jug’s undoubtedly pointed nose. A most fitting moniker, though uninspiring. Jughead was a much better name.

And Reggie asked the million dollar question “How smart are you?”

“I’m quite the genius, thanks for noticing,” Jughead said, balancing the line of sincerity and scorn.

“I really need someone to do my homework,” Reggie was saying.

“Goddamn it, Reg,” Another voice said, and from behind Reggie, a tuft of red hair appeared, before Archie Andrews popped into sight. “I told you, you could come over to my house and we could do the homework together.”

“I didn’t have time,” Reggie said, “practice and all...”

“Get to class, Reg, you’re late as it is,” Archie said with a roll of his eyes, “We’re late, but I’ll be there soon.”

And Reggie Mantel listened, of course he did. He was Archie Andrew’s best friend. The only person who could keep him in line, if truth be told. Jughead saw it happen rather often.

“You alright?” Archie asked Jughead, much to his surprise.

“I didn’t need your help,” Jughead said, opening his locker again and getting out the rest of his things, and putting burgers into it.

“Are those burgers?” Archie asked, trying to get his face up into Jug’s business for SOME REASON.

“Yeah, I’m stocking up,” Jughead said, wondering how to give him a hint to go away.

“Oh man, that’s nuts,” Archie said and Jughead shot him a glare. The red-head stammered, “I mean- like- not in a bad way- it’s pretty cool, actually but- you know... nevermind...” Archie started taking steps backwards, thank goodness, but he still kept talking, “Anyway, sorry, I was just... trying to converse, you’re welcome though for the thing, like, that thing with Reggie that was- I was just trying to help- ya know, ‘cause that’s what I like to do, help people love to help people, anyway...”

The only reason Archie paused for breath was because he stumbled over his feet and nearly fell over, but caught himself before he did. Jughead stared, completely speechless, when Archie continued to speak.

“Well, it was fun talking to you, I’ll be off to class, class that we both have. Both of us, in class together. Bye. I mean, really, see you later- AROUND- see you around.”

And then Archie Andrews was gone.

The only reaction going through Jughead’s mind could be best decribed as ‘!!!???????????’

It took him a moment to gather his bearings before he could finally close his locker and get to class.

Archie new Veronica was waiting for him to reply to the text message. But he just didn’t know. He should just say no, he figured, but then what would everyone else say? Would they think he was being a complete shit?

God. Maybe he should just try this. And in the middle of class, while the teacher wasn’t looking, he was able to type a quick text to Veronica.

Im bein an idiot. We’re still datin

And when his phone vibrated it was a selection of happy emoticons. He slipped the phone back into his bag, glancing around the room to see if anyone noticed. No one had, and even then his eyes landed on Jughead who sat in the row behind him on the other side of the room. The other boy was doing his own work, attentive to nothing and no one else. Even some other people in the classroom were looking around at each other, dreamily staring at the person in front of them or discreetly trying to text or write notes.

But Archie just looked at Jughead, some memories of primary school resurfacing when they’d been friends for a brief time. Maybe it had only been for a year, or even weeks, Archie couldn’t remember. He’d liked him back then... why hadn’t they stayed friends?

“Mr Andrews,” Miss Haggly did not sound pleased, at all, quite the opposite.

Archie’s head snapped back to the front, and he could feel himself burning. Oh god, hopefully no one noticed him staring at Jughead. And why pick on him? A bunch of other people were being just as restless.

Miss Haggly stared him down “Perhaps you’d like to give us the answer!?”

Not particularly, he thought, but he knew that was a rhetorical question. What was the actual question, wait, what?

“Detention!” Archie exclaimed, as he and Reggie hung around the lockers, “And for what!?”

“That’s tough man,” Reggie said, “really unfair of her. But you weren’t looking to the front or at your work, so I guess that’s why...”

Archie huffed, watching as Jughead walked by, getting the sniff of burgers. He almost wanted to blame him, but it’s not like it was Jughead’s fault Archie was looking over at him.

“Archiekins!” Veronica came running over and planted a kiss on his cheek, “I heard about the detention that is completely unfair!”

“Tell me about it,” Archie said dully.

“You’ll need to cancel your party, Reggie,” Veronica said firmly, “if Archie can’t be there, then we shouldn’t throw it.”

“Whoa, hang on a moment, no way-,” Reggie said.

And Veronica was going to argue back but Archie butted in, “Reggie’s right. Party’s still on, I’ll swing by after,” as long as detention didn’t go for too long, Archie thought glumly.

Veronica grabbed on so tightly to his arm, it was like she never planned on letting him go.

“Hey Jug,” the fact that Kevin’s locker was close to Jughead’s always made it easier for the guy to randomly start up conversation.

Usually about thing Jughead didn’t care too much about.

“You been in the bathrooms lately?” Kevin asked.

Weird question, but his point was made. “No?”

“Well when you do, go to the end stall, read the wall, alright?” Kevin was unusually giddy.

The wall?? But Kevin walked off before Jughead could figure out what he meant by that. Why were people always so cryptic? What was hard about saying it straight?

There was only one thing to do, so Jughead went to the bathroom.

At the beginning of a break was always the best time to go to the bathroom, as usually people piled in on the end half, and others sometimes didn’t go to the bathroom during school at all.

Nervous bladders, perhaps.

Jughead went to the end stall, as Kevin suggested, and locked the door, taking a seat on the toilet. He read through the wall like Kevin suggested, but there was nothing interesting. Stupid pictures, dumb words and—

jughead jones is a fugly emo

Well that’s cruel and unnecessary, but it’s not like Kevin would tell him to go into the stall just to read that.

Leave Jug alone!! Ass!! Was written underneath that, and he gave a small smile. That was Kevin’s handwriting, he was sure. Then—

JUGHEADS P CUTE ACTUALLY

What? P what? Jughead snorted. He didn’t know who’d written that, but that was a nice sentiment he supposed. If only Kevin hadn’t written something after that too...

Ohh my godd~~ ask him out!!

“Damn it, Kevin,” Jughead grumbled to himself, he doesn’t want to date anyone. That’s just stupid. Still, it seemed unlikely whoever this was would even ask him out, so he may as well forget about it. Suppose it was good to know somebody thought he was cute, and Jughead gave one last read of that line before heading out of the stall and bumping right into Archie Andrews.

“Oh, hey!” Archie said, “Fancy seeing you here!”

The look on Archie’s face suggested he’d regrated saying that as soon as it came out of his mouth so Jughead decided to let it slide.

He better wash his hands though, so it doesn’t look like he came out of the stall and was being unhygienic and gross.

“Sucks about detention, PFG,” Jughead said, “Miss Haggly’s probably just having a bad day.”

“PFG?” Archie asked.

Huh, weird... Jughead turned the tap off and dried his hands on his pants. “PFG? That’s what everyone calls you when they talk to me, so I’d have thought...”

“No, I’ve never heard that,” Archie said, looking particularly frown-y. “What’s it stand for?”

“Uh... Popular Football God,” Jughead said, headed for the door, “See you around, Andrews.” And he got out while he still could. Man, that was weird, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d even said a word to Archie Andrews. Now he’d spoken to him twice today.

So damn weird.

“Yeah, you too Jug,” Archie said to Jughead when he’d left, but he doubt the other boy heard. He’d rather Jughead called him PFG than Andrews, but there it was. Last name usage. And PFG!? Really? He wasn’t some popular...

Okay maybe a little.

And football...

Okay, yeah, he played that, but God!? He wasn’t some Zeus, really.

Worst nickname ever. Maybe he could sue whoever came up with it. But right now, all Archie wanted to do was check the bathroom stall, to see a new addition after what he’d written.

Ask Jughead out? No way, the guy was... well, it was hard to ask him out. Who knew what interest he held outside of food and computers? Besides, Archie was dating Veronica, he wasn’t about to play two people at once.

Could he?

No, no, no. Archie Andrews was a decent person, anything but that.

Then he remembered Jughead had been in this stall just moments ago. Oh god, he’d seen the comment. Oh crap. Archie felt himself burning up, even though nobody was around. Maybe Jughead had recognised his writing? But if he had, wouldn’t he have said something?

He couldn’t think straight.

“Breathe, Andrews,” Archie said to himself, then wrote something in reply.

Jughead had been unusually hungry that day. Well... hungrier than usual. Which is to say, awfully hungry.

He grabbed a burger out of his locker which he could inconspicuously eat during class. He’d done it before, and he knew he’d have to be careful, but it wasn’t a huge issue.

Jughead sat at the back, the burger under his things, munching on the food. It was the last class of the day and he was looking forward to getting out of there. Headed to Pop’s.

He heard his classmates whispering something about a party. Typical, he hadn’t been invited. Not that he’d go anyway, but it was always nice to at least get an invitation.

He’d forgotten about Miss Haggly’s awful mood, and it was just his luck he had her for the last class. And just his luck that Moose bumped into his table and sent his things flying, including his burger.

Of course, Moose should have gotten in trouble, but since it was Jug’s burger... well...

Long story short, he’d found himself in detention. Even worse: it was an afterschool clean-up detention.

With Archie Andrews.

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captainlittlelouisjensenhere · 7 years

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I never post personal stuff in here. But i decided to do it now. Mostly because, I’m sad, I’m miserable, and there is no other place I trust with this. My english is shit, so before you read further; sorry.

I’m a skiinstructor, I love this job, I love teaching kids and making them do things, that others thought was not impossible. Trust me, you feel like its impossible, but then they just do it, and you get so proud it’s crazy. Anyways, I went on a season to work, and all I wanted was to have fun and teach kids. That’s all. I didn’t want love or boys, just wanted fun with my friends. It was unbelievable. Skiing everyday, kids getting happy when they saw you, playing in the snow with them and getting them from kindergarten to the mountain, its so wonderful. Then you fall in love. I admit it, I did think about so much I started to say to myself: The only reason why you think of him, is because you know he’s an idiot and he’s in love with the same girl, he’s been seing for the last, what, five years? You’re just a colleague, stupid. I said that to myself all the time. The first time I realised I wanted his attention was this one day, where I had kids, that was both good and bad. I had one kid, he made me cry, but the kids didn’t notice, I just smiled everytime I saw them. The day was done, and of course, let’s call him X and me Y. X came at the right time. I was trying to stay positive for kids, I really couldnt they were falling and complaining because they were so tired. He said: “ Y, you need help? “ “No, I do not, X, just go.” He didn’t listen of course and took easily two of my kids out of what, eight? Just pulled them a little so they had speed and then the two next. I thougt to myself: Fuck off, please? But he didn’t. Later that day he said to me: You okay? I shrugged it away. Nothing happened for a few days, I just hated him. Then just one really good day, I had some really nice and awesome kids, he’s at the same lift as me. He’s being silly and so on, one of my kids says: Is he normal? I answer: Yeah! Of course! (Honestly I thought he was straight up Phoebe crazy). After that, I just wanted his attention, I talked about him at home, but not in the good way, I always said: X is such a shit, he’s worth nothing, why would I care for him? But I did. I don’t know why. I still don’t. Let skip time a little bit. We started texting a lot and we became good friends, and I thougt: This is fine. Because it was. I gave him the nickname, Old Ugly Man and he called me Resting Bitch Face, that way he became friends. All this happened between Christmas and the last days of january. A few days before entering february, we get drunk together, all the young skiinstructors, I dont why I said yes to it, but I said yes to going home to him. It was the most stupid thing to do honestly, like he has a girlfriend. But, nothing happened, I was so drunk I just fell asleep. But of course, he proved to be a gentleman. Did he lay one hand on drunken me? No, he didn’t. I always wake up when someone touches me no matter what. I fell asleep on the couch, but I woke up in his bed, both duvets on me, he slept in the livingroom on the couch. Just like in the stories. I remember walking out to him sitting next to him, he wakes up, asks me: Are you good, Y? “No... X, I’m still fucking drunk and we have to get ready for work. The next few days were weird. I remember he texted me: It was nice with you this morning. I didn’t know what to answer back, mostly because I was in my underwear that morning and we shared a blanket, which is an important detail, but I didn’t think about it so much, I’ve done that before with my friends. All of a sudden, my really good friend, we’ll call her F, says to me: X is looking at you again. What did you do friday night? All I could think was: Well, I was fucking drunk. Three days went by. Sunday, he started to look at me alot. He always texted me, I didn’t think big of it, he always texted my roomie as well. She sometimes answered for me, because I didn’t know what to do with him. Mostly because I haven’t had that kind of attention in a while and I was like: What do I do? Hell to that, I’m going to bed.

Then there was monday. Well I remember him. I got a really good group compared to normally. X had a friend who kept giving me kids, and I was so close to exploding. I ended uo yelling at the friend in the phone. When the day was done, X said to me: Hey, I’ll be nice, but only if you smile for me. I was like: I don’t need your kindness. (Yes, I wanted it, but you guys know, you sometimes don’t want them to know). I said: Okay, I’ll smile for you. Once a day. “ He laughed and said: Fine with me, I will make you smile. This was in the end of the afternoon.

Now tuesday. I get up in the morning, everything is fine, I’m getting ready for work with my roomie, we talk about some different things and laugh. We get to the office and the first thing I see is X, being really pissed. Not sad, pissed, angry, furious. I tried to smile to him, he just shrugged at me. I did worry a little, cause he’s always happy, even though he haven’t had his morning cigarette. Half an hour into teaching my kids, I get a text: Morning sry not my best day. I found out that my x-girlfriend cheated on me. I’m not gonna lie to you, at all. Only one thing went through my head, and that was his pain. I myself have experienced being cheated on. All I could think was: Fuck, bullshit. I felt so sorry for him. It was so sad. He did not in any way deserve it! I saw him at the mountain at some point. I offered him to eat with my kids, he had such a bad day. It just crushed me. That day, I went home to him. I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to be his friend and make him happy. I went home to him and he was laughing at me in the beginning. I texted him; I know where you live, I can just take the bus. I missed the bus and ended up taking a cap. I remember him saying to me: Did you really take the bus? Yes... We started laughing. Then I asked him, what happened? He had to think an extra time, what did happen? I got answer I didn’t quite believe, not as in, that’s not possible but like, what the fuck happened? I felt so sorry for him. I remember I slept by his place that night. We had pizza some playstation was played and then we watched some tv. I remember I ended up hugging him and he hugged me, and then all of a sudden we just kinda snuggled each other. I got tired. Not like, this is boring, but it just felt nice. I woke up like around eleven in the evening and I said: Maybe we should sleep. I remember I went to change my clothes but I had forgotten a t-shirt. I borrowed one, and for like twnety minutes he fised some stuff and I went to bed. He of course wanted to sleep on the couch. “Come on, X. The bed is big enough for both of us. It’s okay. “ I really did think it was okay, after all, I’ve slept in the same bed as my other male friends. I almost fell asleep when something happened. He started touching my lips. Like really gently, then he stopped, and started to touch my face, just analysing it I think. I fell asleep to it. It felt so nice.

Already the next day, wednesday, he did it again. F said to me: He’s looking at you, like really looking at you. I was like, okay. I didn’t really tell people anything about what we did. Cause when it comes to the point. I shared a bed, with a fucking depressed guy, he’s girlfriend cheated on him after five years. I felt ashamed for a while, then it stopped. All of a sudden, I had the nickname: Sweedy. Time went by, we just texted and talked about our day, and then he asked me again; Do you wanna sleep with me tomorrow? I was like, yeah sure. Then I said it to my roomie. She was like: Yeah, you’re gonna get dick!! Then all of my friends was like that, wuhuu. of course it made me think. I liked the guy since around Christmas, yeah I had to do something. The thing is, I did like him, and now I finally had his full attention. Did I enjoy it? Yes, I did. His friend told me: X hasn’t been like this with a girl in years. Please take care of him. I said okay, I think. We kissed that night, we were both so drunk, not only on alcohol but on the idea of what we started was a good idea. One of my colleagues said to me that night: X is still with his girlfriend. I was like, no he isn’t? I mean she cheated on him. She was right. But I will go back to that later. From this evening of, I entered two weeks of constant sleep overs, silly cooking together showering together, him always taking care of me, on the slopes, at his apartment, holding me in my sleep and not judging me at all. One night, I had a nightmare, it was terrible, I woke up still hearing the horrible sounds. He woke up as well. “I had a nightmare. “ I whispered, really ashamed. He just hugged me and kissed me. “I’m here. I’ll protect you.” I fell asleep shortly after that. And this is the things that make you fall in love. I have really fucking shit nightmares. I’m twenty and most of the times with my nightmares I start crying. My dreams feels very real, and I dont like other people knowing how much my own mind scares me. He didn’t care like the others did. He just went: I’m here for you. He treated me like a princess I never lifted a finger. He was such a good person.

Tragedy happened. It was short and good. He had an accident, he fell because of a kid and he had to go to the hospital. I remember I was with him. all of a sudden, I was figuring out ten different plans on what should happen. I got so scared and worried it was terrible. Then we got home. It was so weird. No more skiing for the rest of the season, I thought to myself, I have to help him, I’ll move in for a few days, maybe a week, I’ll do anything to help him. My friends just said: You’re so kind, Y. Just do it, it’s okay.

Then hell started. He changed, he never wanted to see me anymore and we constantly fighted because none of knew what actually was going on. At least that’s what I thougt. All the time, he was still with his x-girlfriend, and now, I’m sitting here, it’s been a month since he felt. He broke my heart, and I gave him everything. All of a sudden, I was a sidechick. I did not want to be a sidechick. I haven’t eaten right in days. It’s disgusting. The worst part of all of this, I can’t even cry anymore. When my friends told me the other day, I just stood still, I was chocked, but all I thought was: Of course. It was too good to be true. He would never do all the things he said he would do. This short piece has taken two hours to write.

I still just read the first texts we ever wrote to each other, because I want to go back. I want to go back and change what happened. It hurts so much, and I feel stupid for it. I’d wish I’d never met him or the good person I know he is deep down. He has a heart, and I’d wish I could’ve hold it just a little bit longer.

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