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A concept:

GOT7 are standing on the stage. They’re waiting for the results. The results are in; and GOT7 wins. Look; a song written by Im Jaebum, wins the award. The group is ecstatic; Mark is crying, Jaebum is probably on his way to being in tears. The world is shaking, antis are mad, and Ahgases are watching like proud mamas.

This. This. Is why voting matters. This can easily be a reality, but it only works when we as the fans vote. I know it can be frustrating and hopeless, but trying is better than giving up. So please vote on idol champ, please vote on mnet. Because GOT7 deserves so much. And I really want them to know how much we care.

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Drag Me Down (To Hell) | 05

↬ Summary: There’s a darkness to your city, a murderous underbelly filled with crime and deceit that you’ve sworn to avoid at all costs. But the universe has funny ways of forcing your involvement in the form of a notorious mob boss and his young daughter. ↬ Pairing: Jeongguk x reader ↬ Genre: mafia!au ↬ Rating: Mature; contains sexual content ↬ Word Count: 12.661

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Kim Taehyung learns what loneliness is on the coldest days of the year.

It starts during the longest days of the year, when summer tries desperately to maintain the warmth it once enjoyed before the leaves begin to fall and the world allows greyness to slip between the cracks. Taehyung likes winter, likes to celebrate his birthday and the holidays with the people he loves, but he doesn’t like bloody knuckles and chapped lips and scarfs that threaten to strangle him.

At this point in the school year, Taehyung’s only concerns are his grades, which he needs to pull up just a little bit, and whether or not he’ll make more friends when high school starts next year. He has his best friend, of course, and he really does love Minjae, but there’s a certain sadness that comes with having no one to build pillow forts with.

Taehyung hears the rumors before anything else. He hears of the girl, who wears long, thick clothes in the last of the warm days, of the girl with ruined shoes, who cried when the teacher tried to hold her hand.

Taehyung sees the rumor one Friday afternoon.

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I Literally Thought of This in Class

Charles Melton: *Is taller than KJ*

KJ Apa: It's whatever.

Jordan Connor: *Is taller than Charles*

Charles Melton: Take off your high heels

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Gone // Reggie Mantle

Hellooo :)so this is Hella long but I was wondering if you could do a Reggie Mantle imagine where the goes to the south side a lot to visit Jughead Sweetpea and Toni behind Reggies back bc he thinks the Southside is dangerous and hates her going there but one day he finds out and gets mad and they have a fight ?

Authors Note: Okay, I was writing this and it took a bit of a turn but I hope you enjoy this x

Characters: Reggie Mantle, Jughead Jones, Toni Topaz, Sweet-Pea, Fangs Fogarty

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1,265

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“Reg, I’m just going to Ethel’s place. I’ll be fine,” you spoke into the microphone attached to your headphones, chewing your lip as you crossed the tracks to the Southside. Okay, you weren’t going to Ethel’s, but Reggie definitely did not need to know that. “I just don’t want anything bad happening to you, alright? It’s been a bit weird with the whole Black Hood thing going on, you know?” You listened to Reggie’s voice, biting your lip as you saw two familiar teenage boys. A smile on your lips as you walked towards them, you hurriedly spoke into the microphone again.

“Reggie, I’m almost at Ethel’s. I’ll text you when I’m leaving and I’ll drop by, alright?” You held your finger to your lips as you looked at Sweet-Pea and Fangs, hoping they wouldn’t blurt anything out and blow your cover. “I love you.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later. I love you too.” You hung the phone up, pulling your headphones out and wrapping them around your phone, stuffing them in your pocket. “What are you two doing snooping around?” You giggled, walking in between the taller Serpents. “We were just in the vicinity of where you were walking, coincidentally.” Sweet-Pea looked down at you, a grin on his lips.

“Jughead told us you were on your way in and made us come and get you,” Fangs shook his head, grabbing your bag off your back and holding it for you. “So here we are, protecting a sweet Northsider since it probably isn’t safe for her to be walking around the Southside all by herself.”

“Scouts honour,” Sweet-Pea piped up, cheekily wrapping an arm around your shoulders and whistling as the three of you walked towards the Whyte Wyrm.

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“Toni Topaz, light of my life, fire in my loins. My sin, my soul,” you giggled, raising an eyebrow at the pink haired girl, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her into a hug. “I missed you, darling girl.”

“I missed you too, my dear,” Toni laughed, the both of you pulling away and looking at Fangs and Sweet-Pea who were looking very confused from what you had just said. “These two haven’t read or seen ‘Lolita’, so that’s why they’re looking like that,” Toni pointed out, making you giggle.

“Mental note to lend you two the book and movie to educate yourselves.” You pulled yourself up onto the stool in front of the bar and watched Toni walk back around to get you a drink. “Where’s Jughead?” you asked, swiveling on the bar stool to look at the two boys who were about to start a game of pool. “He’s just finishing up with the Red and Black, so he should be here soon,” Sweet-Pea nodded. Turning back around, you looked at Toni, who was giving you a look.

“Reggie doesn’t know you’re here, does he?” She questioned and you shook your head, biting your lip. “He thinks I’m at Ethel’s. He absolutely hates the Southside and the Serpents, which is silly. But he’s very biased, so there’s no changing his mind.” You shrugged, thanking Toni when she placed a glass of Coke in front of you. “He doesn’t understand that you guys are my friends, and FP is basically my dad, so this is what happens.”

“Does it ever make you feel guilty?” Toni asks softly and you nod slowly, looking at her. “It makes me feel guilty before I even think about doing it. I love him so much, but it’s so hard. He’s allowed to go to parties without me, and I don’t say anything when he flirts with Josie or anything like that, but I’m not supposed to be over this side of town or hanging with you guys. It sucks.”

Taking a sip from the Coke that Toni had given you, you placed the glass back down on the bar when you heard your phone ringing from your bag. Unzipping the pocket you had slipped it in, you looked at the caller I.D and saw Reggie’s name and picture on the screen. “I’ll be back,” you whispered, walking outside and answering the call.

“(Y/N)?” You heard Reggie’s voice on the other end, making your stomach flip. And not in the good way. “What’s up, Reg?” You timidly asked, holding the phone to your ear.

“You’re not at Ethel’s, (Y/N). So I suggest you tell me where you are, because right now, I have a fairly good idea of where you are. Judging by the engines in the background that I can hear.” Reggie’s voice was laced with harshness, making your heart thump in your chest. “Reg, I can explain,” you spoke softly, looking around the parking lot of the Wyrm.

“I’ll see you in 10, (Y/N).” You could hear Reggie slamming a door and your eyes widened. “No, no. Reggie. That’s a bad id-” You were cut off by Reggie hanging up the phone and you shoved it in your back pocket, running your hands through your hair and tugging at the strands. “Fuck.”

Walking back into the Wyrm, you saw Jughead sitting at the bar, chatting to Toni. He must’ve come in the back. Toni looked over at your panicked figure walking towards them and murmured something to Jughead, who also turned to look at you. He stood up and wrapped his arms around you as soon as he saw your panicked face. “What happened?” He murmured into your ear, rubbing your back gently.

“Reg found out that I’m here and now he’s on his way here and I don’t want him getting hurt or you getting hurt but he’s really really mad right now and oh my gosh, I’m so fucking stressed,” you spoke quickly, gripping the fabric of Jughead’s flannel and resting your forehead on his chest, trying to calm yourself down.

Exactly 8 minutes had passed and you heard a car door slam. Jumping off the barstool, you rushed outside and saw Reggie walking towards the doors to the Wyrm. “Reg! Don’t think about it,” you pushed on his chest, looking up at the angry male in front of you. “I’m sorry, Reggie. I’m sorry,” you clenched your jaw, trying to get him to look at you. “Reggie, please.” You begged him, your hands on his jaw to get him to look at you, but he merely grabbed your arms and threw you to the side, making you stumble.

“Now, that’s no way to treat a lady,” Fangs looked at the taller male, glaring at him. A chuckle coming from Reggie’s lips as he eyed Fangs. “What, you’re one of the guys she’s been sneaking around the Southside to sleep with or something?” Reggie spat, venom lacing his voice. Your heart pounded in your chest as he spoke. He was just pissed off, right?

“Look, man. We don’t need to deal with your bullshit. So I suggest you get back in your Chevrolet Chevelle and drive back over to the Northside,” Sweet-Pea stood next to Fangs, arms crossed over his broad chest. Reggie looked at the two Serpents, and over at you. Nodding for you to follow him to his car, you timidly walked over to him and stood in front of him.

“Don’t bother coming back. I don’t want you anymore,” he spat, glaring down at you. Tears ran down your face as he got in his car, reversing out of the lot and speeding off, leaving you crying in the parking lot of the Whyte Wyrm, watching as the boy you shared a lot of memories with leave.

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Just Like the Movies

Summary: Y/N was a struggling actress, until she landed a role on a movie having the Harry Styles as her co-star. But turns out he’s not the friendly guy like he is in interviews.

Warning: Swearing, angst

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This is all too real. First she started off in the high school auditorium being an understudy for a tree, yes a tree. But now here you are. On the set of a soon to be blockbuster hit as one of the lead roles. Yes it all seemed too good to be true..

But you made it baby. You made it.

You’d been staring at the fake house on the set when the director, Markus, had come rushing over to you as if he had been running off of 5 cops of coffee. In which case he was. You’d never met such a stressed out, yet calm man in your life.

“Y/N, oh darling it’s a blessing that you’re here! Been a while since auditions!” He said excitedly as he hugged you a little too tight. But you didn’t mind it all that much, I mean he was technically your boss now.

“Ah thank you Markus.” You said back with a smile that he really seemed to like, as everyone else wandering about the set didn’t seem too thrilled to be here.

That’s when you met a pair of emerald green eyes that almost seemed too tired to stay open. You recognize this man from an edition of Another Man.

It was Harry Styles. The man who’s album hit number one in 84 countries. The same man who guest started on the Late Late Show for a whole week and recorded a Carpool Karaoke. The same man who had been in Christopher Nolan’s movie Dunkirk.

He’s making his way over and you thought you’d be greeted with a hug like he had appeared to do when he was at interviews or on a TV show. He hugged Markus with a warm dimply smile.. but when he saw you all he did was send a non-friendly nod your way.

So much for a “Hello, I’m Harry”, you thought

But then again you brushed it off with a smile and nodded back. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Mr. Styles. Looking forward to working with you.” You offered your hand out to shake.

He stared at it then back at your face. Then he looked at Markus. “I thought I would be working with rather a.. more serious actress.” Well damn. That hurt.

“Harry c'mon be nice. Her audition was fantastic so quit being all negative about her seriousness with acting. I’m sorry hun, no need to worry about him.” Markus looked back at you apologetically.

You nodded your head and you were then lead back to your dressing room by a fellow worker named Ashlin. “Make yourself at home love. You just call me if you need anything or you just someone to talk to yeah?” She hugged you warmly. You knew you two would get to know each other more. I mean she is a lot nicer than your co-star.

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Day one on set couldn’t have been any worse than it was. You got up on time, got your hair and makeup done. You looked bomb ass hell, everyone could see that. Most of the guys just stared at you, a few came up for you number. It seemed like today would be fun.

That is, until Harry showed up. Most of the girls were all over him, you were surprised you hadn’t joined them. He polietly made them back away.

“Are you about to come and crowd me too, or are you gonna give me the five minutes of peace I need?” You heard him say, with a slight glare burning into you.

You ignored him, and that didn’t sit too well.

“Oh little Miss Perfect isn’t gonna try and listen now is she? That’s cute.” He rolled his eyes and scoffed as he stormed past you, bumping his shoulder hard into yours.

“What the hell is your problem Styles?” You shouted after him. He turned around with an amused smirk and darkness in his eyes.

“Just keep your distance sweetheart, and we’ll get along just fine.”

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Filming had just finished up and you couldn’t be any more grateful for that. Harry had refused to do any of the kissing scenes today and you honestly didn’t care. You didn’t want to kiss a man who treated you like shit all day.

Markus however wasn’t too thrilled with it. He didn’t get angry, but he somehow managed to convince you both to do at least one kissing scene. It was just a small 5 second kiss, nothing more and nothing less.

SCENE:

Y/C/N and H/C/N were sitting in a car, as “rain” was pouring down on it.

Harry: “Look Y/C/N, I know that your brother doesn’t like that you’re dating a gang member, shit I’d be angry too if my sister did too.” He lifted your chin and you felt your heart beat frantically, but stayed in character.

Harry: “But just know that I’m not gonna put you in danger. That’s the last thing I promise on doing.”

Your eyes filled with tears, which wasn’t in the script, but Markus seemed to love the real emotions you were showing and didn’t seem bothered by it. This is when your character wordlessly presses her lips against his. The kiss was gentle and Harry even put his hand to your cheek, making it even more passionate for the camera.

“And.. CUT!” You heard Markus yell happily as everything had gone over smoothly. Well that’s what he thought at first.

After he had shouted those words Harry quickly pulled away and wiped at his mouth in disgust. He even had the audacity to pull out a mint from his pocket and put it into his mouth as if he would die if he didn’t.

You know your breath was the farthest thing from bad, and you knew that you weren’t bad at kissing. Harry was just that ignorant that he felt that he needed to show just how much he hated having to share this scene with you.

You didn’t say anything. You just got out of the small car and stormed off the set. Harry didn’t bother to chase you and apologize. No. He stayed in that car rolling his eyes.

That’s what hurt the most.

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Coaster

As time passes, I feel so low

“Would I be meeting someone when I come back home there?”

Harry suggestively asked with a laugh, partly wanting to know if you finally had someone to introduce to him, his voice ringing through your phone with the eagerness you expected every time he came to call.

You were already expecting this line as this was mentioned every time he came to call, wanting an update given by his close friend as he’s away with all the tour and all the stuff he’s caught up with.

You bit your lip in nervousness as you let out a deep breath and a nervous chuckle, Harry waiting in the other line as he feels some sort of excitement surge that maybe this would be the time you’d say that you’ve finally found someone to date.

“I’m on the phone with him right now.”

This was an idea you had in your head for quite some time even if it wasn’t the most ideal one since you weren’t there personally to tell him that, yet you figured it was the most suitable.

Harry’s across the globe and you’re still in the fear and honesty that you’d be too chicken to say your admission face to face, as this was the moment you waited for years.

And you think, with all hope, that maybe if you said it here, maybe you’d be spared the pain you’ve anticipated in the back of your mind.

Maybe it would hurt less.

“Oh dear God, did you put that lad on hold or is he-…”

Harry’s laughing ceased as realization strikes him, caught in confusion as he ran over the words again with his mind.

Then came the silence you hated and dreaded, feeling the heartache slowly but surely as you already succumbed to these thoughts beforehand, putting your prediction right.

“S’me?”

He asked almost rhetorically as his eyebrows furrowed, his breathing heavy as he waited on you to say something — anything that would bring him back down.

You couldn’t tell how long it was until a silent whimper came out of your mouth that took Harry off-guard when he heard that little sound he’s heard before in other matters that involved you being hurt, regret almost filling him instantly.

“Hey, hey! C’mon, love. Please don’t cry. Please.”

His voice was almost helpless as he’s now hushing you through the phone, standing from the hotel bed he was laying awhile ago at, his lips turning into a frown.

You did nothing as you felt the knot in your throat almost painfully, hearing his voice through the line.

Harry didn’t think through on what he just said and truth be told, he didn’t bother even trying to analyze it when the call ended, only feeling contentment as he knows you aren’t crying anymore.

Yet he did a mistake that you held on to almost painfully, something he didn’t know the consequences of and what it would truly cost him.

“May not love you now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t love you soon enough.”

Searchin’ for pieces, covering up the holes

Almost nothing changed between the two of you.

Maybe if you just closed your eyes a bit tighter and steadied your heart that was rapidly beating against your chest so much that it actually hurt — maybe you’d be able to deal with reality.

It was a repetitive mantra every single time you would feel yourself falling for Harry, even if it was in the slightest bit in the sense that your eyes would twinkle unknowingly. Cusses weren’t enough as you tried to get him out of your head, falling silent for a few moments as frustration pents up.

And every single time, you would let go of that grudge.

You would let go of the internal promise to yourself you make every time that consisted of distancing yourself from Harry like someone would do and for once, to let go of the love you had for him.

Drops of pain in your stomach would appear as soon as you stand up and go back to what you were usually doing, not because you regretted it, but instead, it’s because you already knew what the consequences would be.

It’s because everytime you would break down the walls you tried to build higher and stronger than the previous, there’s this guttural feeling you both hate and love.

There’s this great buzz of conflict you feel on your head that would make seconds feel like hours every time you make a decision concerning him.

Each time you break that promise, you feel yourself fall deeper in love with him that could only end up in either no return. The fight with your own mind regarding this exact conflict has been going on for years and you’re actually surprised that it’s taken this long.

You could feel the grimace of pain as Harry — the very one you love but can’t and don’t have — called you, the hesitation either increasing or decreasing as you couldn’t really tell now at this point, standing up as you came to him with a smile.

The burning sensation of the liquor that you took down lingered in your throat but the drunkenness that would help you slowly forgetss you expected it would, didn’t.

You were nearing your limit as you can finally say it, only having one thing in mind.

There’s a thin line between trying and forgetting; as one accompanies the other perfectly well.

I’ll fight for your love, I’ll fight for your soul I’ll throw all of my cares away for you I’ll be there to wait for you

Months passed and it was almost as if the confrontation didn’t happen.

If anything, Harry became closer to you.

You weren’t to complain but deep-down, there’s hesitance as you approach him or are near him, beyond confused on what was this as time passed by.

What you expected as an empty promise to you made you think it’s the exact opposite with what he does, seeming too good to be true.

Yet, you had a part of you still still holding onto it, shrugging the thoughts off for now as you again diverted your attention to the drunk Harry almost napping beside you at the booth to make sure he’s still in your line of sight and won’t disappear again for the second time in the row this night.

Harry smiled at you widely as he caught you looking, perking up instantly that made him whine and frown in dizziness, pouting as he recovered seconds later.

“Have something to tell you, but s’just our secret, m’kay?”

This was one of his phases — the talkative one — you had the privilege of seeing every once in a while in where he’d speak endlessly without filter and without secrecy, as this was also the phase he mostly remembers.

He giggled, tucking his bottom lip on with his teeth as he briefly put his head on our shoulder and perked up again.

“There’s this girl I met, not longer than a month ago but — but she’s really gorgeous, y’know? You have to meet her sometime.”

He started off, waving his hands around as you gulped down the lump in your throat, careful to not get your hopes up.

“There’s something ‘bout her that’s like, really wow. She’s really kind and all that stuff.”

Harry made sure to emphasize, giggling in between words as he kept shaking you by the shoulders to make sure you’re still listening to his story.

“Her name’s Ashley.”

You sucked in a sharp breath as the phrase left Harry’s lips, your hand going limp as you nodded slowly, feeing the building heaviness in your chest and the undesirable feeling in your stomach, tears prickling at the back of your eyes.

“Just — really different. We love the same things, d-do the same things and well,” he paused, lips slightly open in awe as there’s this blush on his cheeks, combined from his drunkenness and from talking about a particular someone.

“I love her.”

All the air seemed to clear out as the words echoed in your head, finding yourself painfully smiling as Harry grinned and watched, looking up as he takes in your reaction.

“Maybe she really is the one for you, H.”

He hummed in delight as he heard you, leaning his head onto your shoulder as he continued humming as some sort of entertainment since he didn’t want to sleep.

There’s silence between the both of you and it’s only you who notices that it isn’t a peaceful one with all that you’re feeling, tears blurring your eyes as you tried to contain them.

It was interrupted when the the ringing of a phone almost made Harry jolt, feeling around his own pockets to see if it was his but only to no avail, his hand reaching out to the phone placed in between the both of you.

He picked it up, brows knitted as he held it close to him and looked at you curiously.

“Who’s Sebastian?”

Maybe you weren’t the one for me But deep down I wanted you to be I’ll still see you in my dreams

“You aren’t staying?”

Harry asked from the bed as he looked at you, bundled with the thick clothes you put him in and the comforter, only being snapped out from his drunken state a little less now. By now, out of routine and his memory, you should’ve put your bag down and washed your face in his bathroom, should’ve borrowed his shirt and a pair of pajamas, and should’ve been under the covers with him.

But no, that’s what’s not in front of him. What’s unfolding is you standing on the edge of the bed with your eyebrows furrowed probably from what he said, still seeing you in the clothes you’ve worn earlier and your bag in your hand, your shoes still worn.

“I already-…”

“You don’t want to split the bed?”

He asked as he eyed your face, trying hard to analyze you as he knows he’s seeing this real-time and isn’t his imagination.

“I could sleep in the guest room, if you want,” he spoke slowly, his breathing heavy as he feels weird that you aren’t going to sleep here as you did.

He isn’t used to not having you here every time he’s pissed-off drunk or the other way around, not used to not have someone keep an eye on him in case he needs to puke and whatnot.

“No need, Harry. I’ll go home. Already placed the Advil and the water beside you.”

You offered him a smile, coming to his side as you patted him on the side gently, ruffling your hand through his hair and mumbling a low ‘bye’ through it, coming out of his room that made him look at it until he couldn’t hear your footsteps anymore.

Harry caught himself having his mouth slightly agape and his lips on a straight line, tilting his head back as his mind was processing.

“What the fuck?”

He mumbled softly under his breath, turning to his side only to be met with a cold pillow instead of your back turned to him.

He buried his face in his hands and breathed deeply, just hoping that his mind was playing tricks on him.

All the things that I did for you, just wasn’t it for you

“Got two more days before I leave for L.A., so yeah, movie night?”

Harry asked, his phone pressed to his ear as he finally uttered the sentence he’s been itching to say after having his phone ringing for the past three minutes from attempting to call you.

“Oh god, Harry. You are a shit boyfriend.”

He laughed as he was also taken aback by your own laughter, his eyes fluttering for a few seconds before he retaliated and took a seat on his kitchen counter.

“What did I do now?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as what he could basically hear through the line, hearing some voices in the background he chose to ignore.

“You have a date with Ashley, remember?”

Harry’s mouth dropped, not breathing for a few seconds as he couldn’t believe what he just heard and realized, being so distracted that he found himself stuttering.

“I — I do?”

He couldn’t tell whether the date he just now remembered telling you a week ago just slipped off his mind or that he intentionally forgot that he had one tonight, scratching the back of his head as he sighed.

“I could cancel it.”

“No! Don’t do that to her!”

You contested as Harry had his stomach in a knot, undecided on what he should feel yet he feels a bit hurt at the present moment.

“You could join us?”

You chuckled as you bit your lip and looked up, shaking your head no as you felt this for the last few days, having some weight lifted up from you.

“M’busy tonight too.” Never, never did this happen to Harry in where you would decline him for the opportunity to hang out, whether it’d be movie night or something else.

He was as surprised as you were by the happy yet confident tone you unknowingly gave him, feeling this pang on his chest as he cleared his throat.

“Oh, that’s okay then. Guess I’ll see you soon, right?”

That was the last thing he said to you in that phone call before you replied to it, waiting for you to end the call as it’s something he’s never done before.

Harry found himself clenching his fist as his chest heaved up and down, lips on a firm line as he’s trying to look for what’s happening and how he’s reacting to it.

He doesn’t like it at all.

I’m hoping that you’ll come back to me Moving on seems harder to do When the one that you love moves faster than you

Harry wanted to stop looking at the both of you but he goddamn well couldn’t.

Not now, especially when Sebastian fitted seamlessly within the circle of friends that welcomed your special someone with open-arms.

Not now, when all of his friends are fit in this large booth, laughing and giggling as he could perfectly see your body facing him and on top his lap, your head pressed to his chest as fast asleep as you were compared to minutes ago.

Not now, when every time he combed his hand through your hair that Harry felt this knot on his throat and his jaw clench at the sight, having to look at Ashley a couple of times as a distraction just so he could avoid this awed look every time Sebastian looked down at you.

Not now, when he knows all these things were supposed to be done with him just for old time’s sake, yet he had to fuck up by letting go of that opportunity, putting you on hold with words he wasn’t careful with, and by scurrying off to another and telling you all about her.

Not now, when Harry knows he’s done for and guilty.

He wanted all those times back to him, in fact, he was so desperate that he finds every single opprotunity just to see you.

And what frustrates him is that he couldn’t bring you back, not now when you’ve changed and finally found someone better than him.

He wanted to forget the way you laughed with Sebastian, eyes twinkling as he would put his hand on top of yours as he did too.

He wanted to forget the way you smiled brighter and wider than what you used to have when you’re with him, eyes crinkling and in the verge of biting your lip just because the laughter’s hurting you.

He wanted to forget the way that the both of you were so lowkey to the point he managed to have noticed every single time with the things you do, the way you hold his hand under the table, the way he would whisper something to your ear and how you would smile because of it and all.

He wanted to forget the way how he said ‘I love you’ to you as it made you grin, saying the words back as he gently kissed you.

Harry wanted to forget the fact that you’re with someone else.

He found himself looking up when Sebastian announced the both of your departure amidst the complains that were heard in the booth, him waving them off and smiling.

“Sorry, got to bring her home.”

He whispered enough for them to hear and understand, not wanting to wake you up as you’re latched onto him tightly with your head nuzzled to his neck, legs wrapped around his waist looking soundly and peacefully asleep.

Harry slightly saluted him as some type of acknowledgement even of he knows he’s petty, barely feeling Ashley’s head pressed to his shoulder as he decided that the shot glass held by his hand would be the last this night yet he still holds no promises.

He grimaced at the the memory of you, breathing deeply as he needed you so bad, wanting to shake off the memory of you being brought home and changed with fluffy clothes as you used to do to him, someone who would keep your hair out of your face and tuck you under the sheets.

Harry used to do that too.

You’re not the one I’m thinking of tonight I may not be over you, but I’ll try inside

“Stop this game.”

Harry choked at the words as he barged into your front door, the spare key you gave him in his grasp and tears on his cheeks.

“Just fucking stop it.”

He pleaded, whimpers leaving his mouth as he’s revealing himself to you as he has been the past few days; completely vulnerable.

You’d taken his appearance into account, his hair disheveled and eyes puffy, his fists balled as he’s sobbing.

You found your mouth slightly agape, eyes confused on the sudden happenings unfolding in front of you as he’s waiting for you to say something — anything for this matter as he’s desperate for you.

“I’m not doing anything, Harry.” You spoke softly, being completely in contrast with him who’s a combination of weak and furious, standing paralled to you as his mouth released broken sobs that made your heart clench of seeing him like this.

“Bullshit!”

Harry was pacing, his hand going through his hair as his face clearly states for you to say what you’ve been doing is a joke, wanting you to say something that would calm the voices in his head.

“You — you and Sebastian. Tell me it’s a stint. Tell me that it is a fucking joke.”

He’s shaking his head no, wanting you to do the same and tell him it is even if it isn’t, being utterly helpless as he’s silently begging you.

“If you could just-…”

“What, dismiss me? Say that you’re busy? What do I have to do?”

Harry huffed, flailing his arms around as you felt yourself be silent and soft at what’s happening, not knowing on what would be your approach to him.

His lips are trembling and so are his fingers, breathing raggedly as he’s now the one waiting for you, now the one who’s stuck in this state instead of you who’s been through this for years.

“I love him, Harry.”

That made his heart break even worse if that was still possible, his voice shaking and his heart dropping in an instant at the words he dreaded.

“I love you — I love you. Isn’t that what matters?”

He’s found no words in his head as he uttered the last ones he did, feeling completely defeated and lost.

“That would’ve mattered months — maybe years ago, Harry.”

“But I love you! I — I broke up with her, I’m in front of you now! Can’t — can’t you just love me again?”

You find yourself silent, breathing shallow as your fingers fiddled with what you were wearing, pained that you were now faced with what you wanted long ago but didn’t now.

“I — I loved you.”

Harry wanted to sink into his knees, never feeling a pain this great as tears flooded his vision as all he could do was sob there without restraint, the need to have you overcoming him but so did the great pang in his chest.

He’s willing to give up everything he has just to have one more chance, true to his words as he’s praying to everything holy, just begging for Him to give him one more opportunity to make things right.

He’s in the verge of losing you completely which is the last thing he ever wants, his hand going limp on his sides as he wants the pain to end and would rather do anything just for him to have you back.

Harry’s undeniably, utterly and completely broken.

And maybe if he’d just closed his eyes a bit tighter and steadied his heart that was rapidly beating against his chest so much that it actually hurt — maybe he’d be able to deal with reality.

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Reggie Mantle Hates Triangles

Anon prompt: “Would you be up for writing something in which the reader is best-friends with Reggie? But develops a crush on Juggie and Jughead is inclined to not like her because of who she’s friends with so she asks Reggie to be nicer to Jughead and Reggie is angry because it turns out her likes her?”

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I am so excited to write this because it’s my first non Jughead or Archie oneshot! I hope I do King Reggie justice!

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My freezing toes pull me from sleep and I sit up in bed, I look over at Reggie who is dead to the world, wrapped up in my blankets while I slowly freeze to death.

Prepare for death, Mantle. I think to myself. Slowly lifting the bedsheets, I slide my feet under them and move my hands close to his face. I know Reggie sleeps in his boxers and a shirt -no matter the temperature- my icy toes touch his warm legs and my fingers rest on his cheeks. His eyes shoot open and he flings himself out of bed, hitting the wood floor of my bedroom with a loud thud!

“Y/N! Stop doing that.” He hisses, standing up to rub his behind.

“Stop stealing my blankets when you sleep over.” I shrug, wrapping myself up in my sheets.

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dating reggie mantle;

note - this GIF isn’t mine! also, i was thinking about doing like a dating *character* would include also a break ups with *character* would include kinda thing. this wasn’t edited, also send me requests too!

warnings - mentions of smut : )

- you were just messing around at first. both of you were strictly platonic, though. it was just casual sex.

- until reggie drunkenly gushed, and i quote, “can we stop fucking around? can we just cuddle and be boyfriend and girlfriend?”

- you ended up dating a few days after his drunken confession. but kept things extremely lowkey because you both knew that your bestfriend, Archie, wouldn’t appreciate you dating someone he despises like, Reggie Mantle.

- but eventually, the truth finally came tumbling out when a dumbfounded  Chuck Clayton found you two in a very compromising position in the boy’s locker room after practice.

- “damn reg, get in there.”

- you guys never hooked up in the boy’s locker room after that.

- archie found out. he stopped talking to you after a few days, but eventually came around and apologized when he heard Reggie rhapsodize about you to Moose.

- holding hands in the hallways after class

- baby girl

- “strip for me, baby girl.”

- “wanna head out to pop’s later tonight, baby girl?”

- “don’t be jealous, baby girl.”

- you both bicker a lot and according to Veronica, “the sexual tension is deafening.”

- spontaneous, cute dates like parking in the middle of nowhere, then cuddling underneath the stars.

- fighting was rare, but whenever you guys did, the fights would be huge and absolutely heartbreaking.

- “i wish i never made the mistake of loving you.”

- “nice to know you feel that way too, y/n.”

- cold war for nearly two weeks.

- you’d always end up crying during the fourth day because you missed your ‘mantle the magnificent’ so much.

- make up sex.

- stealing borrowing his jersey and sweaters just because

- reggie being a possessive and protective boyfriend             

- but he knows his limits, well sometimes

- cheering him on at games

- comforting him with sweet, chaste kisses and warm hugs when he has a stressful slash bad day at practice

- his teammates are very hesitant to talk to you because reggie made it clear that he’d, and i quote again, “fucking slice your dicks off if you ever try to make a move on my girl.”

- a senior thought it’d be a good idea to test that theory and although Reggie didn’t cut his dick off, he did break the guy’s nose and gave him a pretty good black eye.

- you get close with Chuck Clayton although your friendship was strained after the whole playbook incident.

- your name wasn’t in it, thank god

- car sex almost every week

- “mantle, your car fucking smells like sex!”

- reggie just smirks and nods, “hell yeah.”

- people gush about your relationship all the time.

- especially betty, who always likes to remind you that you guys look adorable.

- although when you guys started dating, reggie stopped bullying jughead and became a sweet and decent guy, he can still be an asshole.

- moonlight by ariana grande

- “sweet like candy but he's such a man.”

- one night whilst Reggie is driving you two home after a little skinny dipping at sweet water river, you reach over the console to hold his hand. he looks over at you with the prettiest eyes and then smiles at you.

- “are you alright?” he questions.

- “i love you, reggie mantle.” you tell him with the most sincere and love struck tone.

- “i love you too, y/n y/l/n.”