and then i rolled around on my bed and cried

beccadrawsstuff  asked:

what kinda headcanons? I'll chuck some out see if you like any of them: klance as parents, first paladins, victuuri as an old married couple, hunk and pidge friendship, lotor's generals

BECCA COMING THROUGH WITH THAT GOOD SHIT!

All of these are rad… I think I’ll definitely have to do Hunk and Pidge as friends eventually… but for now have some Klance as parents headcanons. 

Lance

  • Fun dad. King of bedtime stories and surprise tickle fights when his kids come around the corner. 
  • Performing arts dad - buys all the tutus, bedazzles the tulle, helps his daughters with their makeup back stage. 
  • Lets his daughters practice their makeup skills on him
  • *sneaking up on Keith after the girls have gone to bed* “Oh my god, you’ve been attacked” “Am I a pretty boy?” “Do not kiss me with thatLANCE NO! NO NO NO!”
  • Makes sunday brunch every weekend.
  • Fashion dad - “Keith don’t let them dress themselves!” “What, they look fine.” “They’re wearing plaid with polka…! Oh my god! Jeanie come here!”
  • Cries a lot. “I’m just so proud!” “Babe… they’re just graduating to middle school.”
  • Hilarious. So fantastic with kids. All of his daughter’s friends adore him. They get excited every year when career day rolls around and they know Lance is going to come in and tell some awesome stories about space.
  • “Did you meet any aliens?!” “Sure did, and I married the prettiest one.” All the kids laugh. They have no idea. 
  • Rubs his scruffy cheek on his daughter’s faces.

Keith

  • Discipline dad. Genuinely terrifying. No one crosses him. 
  • Soft and quiet generally. Pulls his daughters on to his lap frequently to talk about their day or lecture them about safety.
  • Lance may help his daughters with their makeup, but Keith always does their hair. Their friends are jealous of their perfect ballerina buns.
  • “Needs more glitter” - Keith, pulling out a can of glitter hairspray.
  • While the other kids might adore lance, they are in awe of Keith. He’s an urban legend. So cool! Did you know Keith rides a motorcycle and wears a leather jacket? That’s nothing, I heard he wrestled a bear with a plastic butter knife and a pencil!
  • No one plays the “My dad could beat up your dad” game with Keith’s daughters. 
  • Protective dad - “Macy better watch herself, Mark! If I see her check my kid again…!” “Babe… it’s peewee hockey.”
  • When his daughters are of dating age, Keith gives the boyfriend’s THE TALK.
  • His daughters are armed and dangerous. They’ll kill you in a parking lot with just their car keys. Don’t touch them. 

As a pair

  • Really gross. So in love. Will frequently kiss in front of their daughters to gross them out.
  • “Aren’t you glad that your dads love each other?” “Yes but can’t you just… do that in private??” “We do other things in private.” “DAD!!”
  • Birthday parties are a BIG FUCKING DEAL. Lance and Keith throw the most banging parties. Giant birthday cake by Hunk? Check. Petting zoo? Check. Water balloon fights? Check. Bonfires and smores? Check check. Funny ghost stories where the ghosts spook children with farting? … check. 
  • Attend every single piano recital, ballet performance, hockey game, and school play.
  • Argue with PTA moms. 
  • Whenever their daughters have a particularly awful tantrum. “You know they get this from you. This is your Galra side coming out.” “They’re adopted, lance.” “I stay by what I said”.
  • Halloween family. Lance is really into it and goes out of his way to plan and make everything, but Keith’s quietly competitive nature always gets the best of him.
  • “We’re the best looking family out tonight.” Keith whispers. Lance beams. “DAMN RIGHT!”
  • Always support each other’s decisions. They are a pair united. Their daughters tried to pull the “But papa said…!” On them once. once. It did not go well. “Lance did you agree to this?” “What?! No!”. Cue Keith’s disapproving face. 
  • Build treehouses and swing sets together.
  • Fall asleep on the couch every Christmas eve after staying up til 3am wrapping presents. 
  • Buy each other #1 Dad mugs.
  • Introduce themselves to their daughter’s teachers every year. 
  • Keith takes Lance’s  last name. 
“Don’t Be Mad, Daddy.” (Mature - REQUEST)

Could you do some more mature imagines?

Can you do another daddy image? :’)

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Daddy needs you, be ready for me upstairs, princess x

A burning sensation stirred in my core as my eyes scanned over the photo Justin had sent me. Clearly preoccupied, the slightly blurred and quickly shot image displayed his hardened crotch. Judging by the time, he was still in a meeting; only making my temperature rise, the idea of him getting caught turning me on, slightly.

Standing from the couch, I exhaled loudly and made my way to the bedroom, knowing there would be consequences if I didn’t comply with his request. As my bare feet padded towards my drawer tailored specifically for these moments, I chewed on my bottom lip whilst deciding on which set would be appropriate.

Settling on my burgundy babydoll and thong, I headed for the bathroom so that I could see myself in the mirror. I had fifteen minutes until Justin was scheduled to be home, fifteen minutes to prepare myself for what was to come.

Deciding against tying my hair up, I let my curled locks frame my face; Justin preferred it when he had something to pull on.

Three minutes on the clock.

I grinned to myself and chose to disobey Justin’s orders, I found myself walking back down the stairs. Leaning against the doorframe of the living room, I waited patiently and anxiously for my boyfriend’s arrival. I’d never really gone against what he’d said before, who knows what he’d come up with.

The door clicked and my heart jumped. Justin’s took three steps before noticing my presence, eyes widening for a split second.

“Hey baby,” I smirked.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait for me upstairs?”

His voice was raspy and deep, something that came naturally to him yet I’m positive it was emphasised when he was aroused. I loved it.

“Don’t be mad, daddy,” I pouted.

“You disobeyed me, (Y/N),” He spoke, hands now on the small of my back, “That’s extremely naughty of you. Now, what should I do with you first?”

I tried to suppress my grin, continuing to look up innocently at him, I knew it was something that got to him.

“Fuck,” He whispered, looking away for a moment; composing himself.

I continued to stare up at him, his features mesmerising. I watched as his jaw clenched, he was awaiting a response that I wasn’t going to give, “Well?”  

Silence.

His brow raised, “Should I fuck you, first? Hm? Should I make you suck my cock for being so disobedient? Or should I put you over my knee and spank you for not listening to me?”

I whimpered, he noticed. With every word he spoke, he pulled me closer so that I was now flush against his chest.

Justin’s lips met with my neck once, before he picked me up and carried me up the stairs, I squealed as I was locked in his grasp; uncertain of what was about to happen.

Kicking the door open with his foot, he sat down on the bed and held me so that I was laid over his lap.

“You know, I should spank you for an hour for disrespecting my wishes. But, you’ve been a good girl and got yourself dressed for me, so for that, I will only give you ten.”

Pulling my thong down, I gasped quietly as the air hit my core. “Count,”

His hand came down on my ass and I jumped, “One,”

“Properly.”

Again, he spanked me, “Two, daddy.”

“That’s a good girl, only eight more.”

With each slap, I could feel the handprint burning on my ass cheek; causing me to tug on my bottom lip, hard. “Ten, daddy.”

A satisfied hum left Justin’s lips as his hand slid over my ass and down to my centre, running his fingers up and down my slit, “Look at you, soaking for me. Does daddy spanking you turn you on?”

“Mmm,” I moaned, feeling him circle my clit.

“Answer me, properly, (Y/N).”

“Yes, daddy.”

This time, he patted my ass gently, signalling for me to stand. I complied, and I stood, my legs shaking slightly. Justin’s fingers felt like feathers against my skin as his traced my shoulders, pulling down the straps of my babydoll. As it fell to the ground, I felt my nipples perk as they came into contact with the air, “Beautiful,”

Justin turned me around in his arms and guided me onto the bed, my hands and knees against the plush comforter.

“Spread your legs for daddy,”

A groan left his lips as I done as I was told, the sudden dip in the mattress indicating to me that he was, too, on the bed. His fingers spread my wetness along my folds, my pussy throbbing for him.

Pushing back against his long fingers, another slap was placed on my ass for being impatient, “Don’t,”

His digits left my centre, and I whimpered in protest. I needed him. Soon, I heard the zipper on his work pants and I grew warm in anticipation. A tight lipped moan came from me as I felt his tip running along me, collecting my arousal.

Again, I pushed back against Justin in hopes of getting fucked sooner, but he pulled away. “Don’t, (Y/N). I want you absolutely aching for me.”

“I am,” I moaned, “Daddy, please. Fuck me.”

A small chuckle left his lips, “You think it’s that easy, princess? Look at you, dripping for me. Desperate for my cock. Tell me how badly you want me.” With every sentence he spoke, he teased me by only pushing the tip in, and pulling out again.

“So bad… I n-need you, Justin, please.”

“I can’t hear you,”

I heard his shirt drop to the floor and I bit my lip, imagining how he looked right now; toned, face stern, slightly flustered, cock ready for me.

“Daddy, please…” I moaned, this time louder; but not to the point where I would be spanked again for raising my voice.

“That’s a good girl,” He spoke, before finally giving in and thrusting once, filling me up completely.

My body jolted forward at the unexpected movement, and I gripped the bedsheets as Justin began to fuck me to the point of oblivion, there was no going slow with him, “Fuck,

Sweat laced our bodies as we connected as one, the sound of skin-on-skin and moans filled the room. Thrusting into me at what felt like every half-second, my legs shook and I felt myself involuntarily squeeze them shut.

“No, keep them open for me, baby.” He groaned, gripping my hips tighter.

Falling forwards, my cheek against the bedsheets, I moaned as his fingers toyed with my already swollen clit.

A tug on my hair forced me back up, and I whimpered as Justin’s body fell forward so that he was close to me. Peppering kisses on my neck, he moaned into my ear, “You’ve been such a good girl for daddy tonight, haven’t you?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“I won’t hold your disobedience against you, but that won’t ever happen again, will it?”

My eyes screwed shut and I couldn’t bring myself to answer him. My fingers gripped the comforter tightly as I felt myself edging closer to my climax. I yelped as Justin’s slapped my ass hard, “Answer me, (Y/N), or I’ll stop. I won’t let you cum.”

“N-no… It won’t happen again, I promise.” I breathed, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

“Good girl, are you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes, I’m so close,”

The warmth of his body being so close to mine disappeared as he sat upright again and rocked his hips faster, hands pulling me back against him. His soft pants spurred me on and I fucked back, eyes rolling to the back of my head as he hit deeper than before.

“Fuck, baby… I’m cumming,” I cried, head falling forwards.

“Cum for me, baby… that’s it, fuck,”

As my body shook, I could feel Justin’s thrusts becoming irregular and quick, causing me to clench around him, “Oh baby, do that again.”

In seconds I heard him groan and spill inside of me, the feeling sending another set of shockwaves through my body. Collapsing entirely on the bed, I breathed heavily. Justin came to lay beside me and he pulled me close, bending one leg to wrap around his own.

My eyes fluttered shut as I felt him place a single kiss on my clammy forehead, fingers running through my hair, “I love you so much, angel.”

I smiled to myself and nuzzled into his chest, “I love you more.”

Annoying Dean

I have no clue where this came from. Thanks to a medical diagnosis, steroids and a badly timed coffee, I was bouncing off the walls today and with that energy this came out…

Warnings: energy out the wazoo, unbeta’d, smut talk I think, fluff, if you have siblings or friends who can’t appreciate a sleep in - sorry!
Word Count: 1329

Originally posted by dive-into-the-spidey-life

“Deany, bo-beany, Ma-meany, Deany, sashimi, key-me, so-steamy, Deany!” I sung, jumping up and down on his bed, narrowly avoiding his calves as I landed and bounced up again.
“Piss off.” Dean groaned, ripping the pillow out from under his head and smothering his face with it, pulling it tight around his ears.
“Get up, Deany!” I huffed, how did kids keep this up for so long? It was tiring jumping up and down on a hard, motel mattress.
“Stop!” He growled, throwing the pillow at me, adding another annoyance to his morning. I caught it and integrated it into my athletic routine, smacking it against his chest as I jumped.

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Party Games - Stiles Stilinski & Theo Raeken [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(S): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Theo Raeken/Reader, Lydia Martin

Word Count: 5096

Notes: Drinking, Alcohol Abuse, Oral (both receiving - 69-ing), Slight Bondage, Orgasm Denial, ‘Toy’ use please don’t try this at home), marking, kinda angsty. Huge thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for being my actual angel and giving me encouragement on this and proof reading it because it’s ways different to anything I’ve done before. Also thanks to @dumbass-stilinski and @thelittlestkitsune for the incredible help they gave me all the way through, reading and checking it all.


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Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


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Stay With Me

Part 1 (It’s not really that necessary to read it to understand what’s going on); Part 2; Part 3


Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Reader

Summary: Your parents gave you up so you had no choice but to become his wife.

Genre: Mafia AU, fluff

Word count: 1,943

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

“I will show you something better,” he said.  It still amazed you how quickly his personality could change, one minute he was standing there ready to kill and the next he was already guiding you through the crowds of people downstairs with a smile on his face. Everyone’s eyes were on you and you couldn’t help but look around if Jimin was still present. He was nowhere to be seen though.

“Don’t worry about them, they’re just jealous,” Jongdae spoke once you two were outside.

“Of what?”

“You of course,” he said opening the car’s door for you. “I don’t blame them, I’m not sure I have seen anything prettier either,” he continued once you were inside. “I will be right back.”

For once you were actually happy he left you as you couldn’t control your blushing whenever he started flirting. “Geez,” you thought and turned in your seat to see what he was doing. He was talking to a group of men, eleven besides him, you only knew Suho and Sehun though. They seemed to be arguing and you couldn’t help but think that it was because you screwed up. Damn those windows, you can’t hear anything. You reached down to open one of them slightly when Jongdae looked at you and you had no choice but to get back to your seat.  

“Is everything okay?” you asked him as he got into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah. Why?”

“I don’t know. You seem kind of angry.”

“Let’s just say not everything worked out in my favour,” he said starting the engine and driving out. “I’m glad you’re safe,” he smiled and put his hand on your thigh. You looked at him and then back at his hand and just gently lifted it up and put it on his lap.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, when you noticed you passed the turn you have taken before.

“Where are we going?”

“I thought I told you I will show you something better,” but you just tensed up at his words. What does he mean better? He seemed to notice that.

“Relax. We’re going to my place,” but that didn’t calm you down at all. His place? What is he planning to do there?

“You’re place? I thought you-“

“Were living there? No way! With all these men around and barely no women? It’s more like a dorm,” he laughed as he pulled up into a fancy looking apartment complex. He got out and opened the door for you but you were reluctant to get out.

“Are you seriously thinking I will do something to you? You do realize that if I wanted I already had plenty of opportunities to do that.”

He was right. You were kind of embarrassed for even thinking about it. You took his hand and walked inside.

“Which floor?” you asked once you were in the elevator.

“The very top.”

The penthouse, of course.

“I need you to close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do it,” he said and you complied. When you reached the door he guided you around and after a few minutes you felt the wind on your skin. You took it as a sign and slowly opened your eyes. The view in front of you was beautiful to say the least. You grabbed onto the balcony’s railing. You couldn’t believe it, you could actually see almost the whole city from here. It looked lovely as the lights began popping up as the night took over.

“I told you it’s better.”

“It is,” you chuckled. After a moment of silence you decided to ask him the question that’s been bugging you.

“So what happened today?”

“Where do I start? I guess there is no point in lying to you as you already know about my work, more or less. To put it simply we needed to make a deal but these guys are so stubborn as it is but if Jimin is around, it’s practically impossible to talk to them, so that’s why I asked you to distract him. It was going pretty well until Suho told me he took you somewhere private,” you decided not to tell him that it was actually your idea. “And well you know what happened next. I really messed up, I think I just made our bad relationship with them even worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. You see it’s not only them, there are plenty of other gangs out there and the tension between us all has been high way before this and,” he stopped mid sentence. “Are you cold?” he asked taking his jacket off and putting it on your shoulders. “Well it’s night already after all but I always think the view is worth the cold,” he laughed.

You looked down at the city, you never thought you would see something like this. Jongdae took your hand and dragged you away from the railing.

“Come, I will warm you up,” he said as he sat down on one of the chairs in the balcony and pulled you too his lap. You had no idea where to put your hands, this whole position was pretty awkward but you couldn’t help but smile.

“What?” he asked.

“I don’t know why but being under stars with you like this really calms me down,” you stated and then realized you just said that out loud. He just chuckled and pulled you in closer his face just inches away, his warm breath on your skin. You closed your eyes not knowing what he was planning but opened them just as quickly when you felt him pull away.

“I don’t want to push you. It feels kind of wrong when I’m the only one who wants it,” he said standing up and picking you up. You covered your face with your hands, you could feel your cheeks burning. Were you actually expecting something? When you looked up at him again he was already going up the stairs.

“I see you don’t mind me carrying you anymore, so that’s a start,” he laughed as he pushed one of the doors open with his legs. He sat you down on the bed.

“This is going to be your room. Mine is next door, so if you need anything feel free to come in,” he said as he turned to go.

“Jongdae wait!” Great. You stopped him. Now what? You actually had no idea what to say, you just didn’t want him to leave just yet. You had to come up with something quickly.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he said leaning on the door frame.

“What did you want to say to me back then in the morning?”

He seemed surprised by your question which only increased your suspicion that he’s hiding something.

“I don’t remember,  it was probably nothing important.”

“I see… “ you decided not to bother him now and wait for another opportunity. “Can I ask you for one more thing? Can you leave the door slightly open?”

“Scared?” he laughed.

“No, I just can somehow feel the freedom that way, knowing I’m not locked up,” he looked at you concerned. “I’m sorry I was the one who made you feel that way. Sleep well,” he smiled before exiting. You quickly changed and got into bed. You took the pendant Jongdae gave you off and put it safely on the night stand. You tried to rethink everything that happened today but sleep soon took over.

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You were kneeling on the floor, it’s coldness seeping through your skin. You heard one of them say “Scare them a little”. You could feel the metal press up against the back of your head. You squeezed her hand, trying to control your tears and told her that you love her. You looked up and saw your mother crying saying that everything is going to be alright, your father frightened by the sight couldn’t utter a single word out. You heard the safety click. It seemed like the time stopped at this moment. You closed your eyes. 

This is it. 

The loud sound after the trigger was pulled seemed to resonate around the room. 

It’s over.

▲▼▲▼▲

You woke up in cold sweat. A dream? You haven’t thought about it in a long time, maybe today’s events triggered it. You touched your face, you were crying. You wiped the tears away and rolled to the other side. The door was still slightly open, just as you asked. You tried going back to sleep but it was impossible after that. You sat up, thinking that this is the stupidest idea you came up with in years but he did say to come in if you needed anything. You slipped out of your bed and headed to the door. The apartment was dead silent. You quietly opened the door to his room and peaked inside. By the way his chest was rising you realized that he’s in deep slumber. You stood there in the doorway for a few minutes, feeling kind of guilty to wake him up. You slowly approached him and gently touched his hand that was poking out of the covers.

“Jongdae,” you whispered when suddenly his strong arms grabbed you and slammed you into the bed. He got on top of you his hands wrapping around your neck. You tried prying them off.

“Jongdae! It’s me!” you cried out. That seemed to snap him out of it.

“Y/N! Baby! I’m… I’m sorry… My reflexes kicked in… I thought I was being attacked… I-“ he said letting go of you.

“Why are you here? Did something happen?” he continued. “Were you crying?” he asked. You were surprised he could actually see your face in this darkness.

“Can you get off of me first?” he quickly rolled over to your side and looked at you with concern, waiting for your answer. Still surprised by his sudden outburst and making a mental note in your head to never try this again, you thought for a few seconds what you should tell him.

“I want to sleep with you.” his eyes widened at your statement as you quickly realized what you just blurted out.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” you softly punched him in the chest. “I meant, can I sleep in your bed?”

“What? Afraid of the darkness?” he laughed but you didn’t say anything.

“I’m just teasing you! Of course you can sleep here.” he said pulling you closer under the covers. Any other time you would have pushed him off but you needed somebody to hold you. This was too close though, your heart was about to burst out from beating this fast. You tried to move a little bit farther away but his grip was strong and you had to give up. You slowly put your head on his chest, his heartbeat was steady and you had to admit that just like before his presence calmed you down. You just lay there for at least half an hour. It seemed surreal that only a few months ago you would have rather died than stayed with him, yet look where this got you. Thinking that he has fallen asleep again you reached down for his hand and took it in yours.

“Thank you.” you whispered, after all if it wasn’t for him you would have never gotten out of the hell hole that was your parent’s home. You felt his lips curve up against your forehead. That sneaky bastard, pretending to be asleep, this is going to be so embarrassing in the morning. He intertwined your fingers with his.

“Stay with me, like this, forever.”


~ Part 5 ~

A/N: If Jongdae isn’t an actually sunshine then idk the Earth isn’t round 😂 I actually planned out the story and will probably finish it in the next 3-4 parts~

Feel Good, Baby?

A Shawn Mendes one shot.

A/N: Shower sex. Yep. Fluffy ending :))

WARNING: SMUT


“Shit. No, go back to sleep babe.” In a daze, I heard Shawn’s voice after having been pulled from sleep by the sound of a guitar falling onto carpet, the strings singing softly. I squinted against the morning sun as I propped myself up on my forearms to see Shawn in his boxers, holding a guitar and looking at my guiltily.

“Is your guitar okay?” I asked sleepily. Shawn did a quick once over of his guitar before turning to me again. 

 "Why is your first instinct to worry about my guitar? We spend too much time together. It’s ok, baby, go back to sleep.“ Shawn whispered, setting the guitar against the wall and running a hand through his hair. His movements were jittery and nervous, making me sit up further in concern. 

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Jealousy at it’s finest - Jace Wayland Smut

Originally posted by lightshadowood

Warnings: Smut(unprotected sex) & swearing 

italics is flashback

regular is present


“Jace wait a minute” I called out to him as his steps grew further and further away “Jace!” I yelled he stopped and turned facing me. I exhaled sharply “what do you want?” he spat out angrily “could you at least tell me what’s going on?” I asked him approaching him slowly “there’s nothing to tell” he said flatly “Jace I’ve known you practically my whole life. I can tell when something’s off” I informed him looking up at him suspiciously “well when you figure it out you can tell me” Jace spoke through gritted teeth and left.

This behaviour had been going on for weeks now. I couldn’t figure out what I must have done to deserve this attitude from him.I went my own way to find Izzy.


I knocked softly at her door “Iz?” I whispered “come in” she called out I opened the door and shut it once inside “what’s up buttercup?” she smiled “your brother” I groaned “yeah he’s been acting weird lately” Izzy sighed “It’s just I don’t know what I did” I slumped down on the edge of her bed “Jace has always kept his emotions to himself” Izzy paused “but lucky for you there’s something that can jog your memory” she took out a lotion “I must admit I’ve never tested it out but it’s highly recommended for situations like these” she explained I nodded “okay” Izzy placed a bit of cream on my wrist.

“Y/n would you care to dance with me?” Raphael asked holding out his hand for me to take “sure” I smiled. We swayed in unison as a slow song played in the background. I was in the memory. I looked around for Jace finally spotting him alone seated by the bar,drink in hand while his jaw tightened. He looked jealous which was absurd becaus- I thought about it, did Jace like me? only one way to find out.

I opened my eyes “thanks Izzy I’ve discovered what I so absently missed” I scurried out the door and ran to find Jace.


“Hey Alec have you seen Jace?” I asked the tall brunette in front of me “yeah he’s up in his room” Alec informed me “thanks” I smiled running to find him.

Jace’s door was slightly open I heard grunting and punches being thrown which meant he was pretty angry and letting out his frustration by boxing “Jace?” I spoke softly slipping through the door shutting it after I was in. Jace continued his fighting completely ignoring me “I know why you’re so upset” I paused fidgeting with my fingers “It was that night at Magnus’ party when I dance with Raphael” I ended Jace stopped his movements sweeping his hair back and looking at me “that is why you’re so upset” I spoke moving closer to him.

“I hate you acting this way speak to me dammit” I released some bottled up anger of my own “yeah..” Jace exhaled deeply “it’s just I hated myself for not gaining enough confidence to ask you myself” he admitted “but why though?” I asked “isn’t it obvious? I love you” my eyes went wide “y-you love me?” I stuttered “and I have since the first day I laid my eyes on you” he explained my heart welled up as that sentence left his mouth.

I knocked on the old looking church door completely soaked in rain water a young blonde boy about my age opened the door “Hi” i smiled through my shivering teeth “I’m sorry but I didn’t know where else to go” I admitted the boy was then companied by a brunette girl “Hi I’m Isabelle but you can call me Izzy. Come in we’ll get you settled” she smiled.

I smiled at the memory. “you left me speechless that day and still continue to leave me speechless” he admitted coming closer I felt his faint breath on me “I love you too” I beamed that was all it took for Jace’s lips to connect to mine.

We moved in unison as if our mouths were made for one another,I wrapped my arms around his neck as he placed his hands on my waist leading me back onto his bed. I fell onto his mattress graciously Jace hovered above me unlatching his lips from mine to look down into my eyes “you don’t understand how long I’ve waited to do that” he smiled “oh believe me I do” I mimicked his expression. Jace went back to attack my neck with lovebites and soft kisses causing a moan to slip from me “Jace don’t tease me” I growled palming his member through his jeans causing him to groan “fuck Y/n don’t tease me either” I smiled.

I flipped us over so I was on top,I removed my tank top and bra. Jace wasted no time in kneeling my breasts “my God you’re absolutely gorgeous” he moaned causing me to giggle I rubbed myself into him “fuckkk” he rasped out I began unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers,Jace flipped us again and aggressively removed my jeans and panties in the process.  

He wasted no time fully removing them and slipped himself into me “agh” I was taken by surprise “are you okay?” Jace became worried “I’m perfect” I breathed out pulling him in for a kiss. Jace’s hips began rolling slowly at first then he quickened the pace holding onto his headboard for more leverage “Fuck Jace” I moaned he was going so quick I felt my orgasm begin to grow “faster” I whispered in his ear Jace gripped the bed so hard I thought it’d chip under his touch.

He went deeper in each time “Jace” I cried “It’s okay me too” he let out I clutched around him causing Jace to close his eyes I released onto him Jace gave a few more thrusts before spilling his cum inside me. Our breaths were uneven,our chest heaving a thin layer of sweat on both our bodies “that was-” I paused “amazing” Jace finished he leaned down to kiss me passionately then pulled away to unconnect himself from me and rolled next to me.

I moved on my side to face him kissing his runes gently “God how I love you” Jace whispered causing me to blush. Jace wrapped his arms around me and held me securely in his arms. 

A knock pulled us from our thoughts Jace and I scurried to pull up our underwears and pants. I grabbed the closest thing to me which was Jace’s shirt. Jace opened the door once the coast was clear revealing a smirking Izzy “I see you two made up” she looked between both Jace and I “what do you want Izzy?” Jace questioned “oh nothing just Alec is briefing us on our next mission in 5, just thought you should know” she winked before leaving. Jace shut the door “great” he sighed I wrapped my arms around his torso “at least we don’t have to hide” I smiled “I at least wanted to take you out before the whole institute found out” he blushed “you can still take me out” I peaked his lips “tomorrow night?” he asked expectantly “I’ll be there” I beamed.


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Title: FaceTime

By: GreasyGyeom

Summary: He’s been away for a while. Yugyeom x Reader. Dirty Talk/Smut/Fluff.

Playlist: 170909

Author’s Note: This is another smut(?) something I wrote instead of the smut that I was supposed to???? I have fallen down a terrible path. I hope you enjoy it and suffer with me <3

It’s a quarter past midnight and you’re sleepless; sleepless because you miss him; sleepless because you want nothing more than to be in his arms and ask him to sing you to sleep. You miss his voice. You miss his laugh. Your head is so heavy with this thoughts you think it might spontaneously combust into the night sky.

Fuck, you miss him so much.

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Broken Ribs- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by marrymeburakovsky

Ok so this is pointless fluff I guess XD It’s a little short as well because I didn’t know where to go with it. Anyway… this week’s info session is on the Toronto Maple Leafs so send me information! Enjoy this guys!

Warning: none

Anon Request: Hey i would love if you did one with Andre where he has broken some ribs in a game and he has trouble sleeping cause he can’t find a good position where they don’t hurt. And the when he lays somehow on top of you he finds a really good spot ?

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              You were going to kill him if he didn’t stop moving soon.

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Meant to Be - Part Four: Oh No

All Parts

Pairing: jamilton (Hamilton x Jefferson)

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy@falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues@phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda @kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla

Word Count: 3140

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @falling-open for their AMAZING art holy guacamole

PS this behaviour is HIGHLY encouraged. I. WANT. ART.

(PPS no pressure tho ily no matter what)

A/N: yIKES… i love you…. have fun <3


Alex’s eyes flashed open, his tiredness forgotten. Had he heard correctly? Had he imagined it? He glanced up to peek at John’s face. He had a small, sad smile on his face and his eyes were closed. Peaceful.

Alex silently wondered what he should do, his mind racing a mile a minute. He really didn’t need any more drama today, but he also didn’t need festering tension in his friend group… He closed his eyes again, already regretting what he was about to say next.

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“So… what’s on your radio?” Will shrugged and bit his lip. Nico reached out and turned on the radio. His jaw dropped when he heard Eminem rapping and Will immediately joined in. “No. No fucking way. No. No!” he said, staring at Will in surprise. Will looked smug and he shrugged, not faltering in his quick words for even a second. “What the fuck…?” Nico whispered, staring at him in awe. 

-Warm Me Up chapter 3 by @i-write-shakespeare-not-disney

AHHHH WARM ME UP ENDED AND I CRIED AND I WAS SHOOKETH TO THE CORE. I see what you did with the breakfast scene!! I was literally rolling around my bed squealing like a madman. I can’t even. I’ve re-read the whole fic 2 times this week and I still get the feels like the first time. I’m not even done with the fan arts gosh

anonymous asked:

how about the RFA members reacting to MC giving their s/o an extremely visible hickey, like on the neck or something

~No problem!


◉ Yoosung

  • Woke up and went to the bathroom to take a shower
  • When he got out and stood in front of the mirror all sleepy and ready to do his hair 
  • He saw it
  • A giant hickey on his neck!
    • “So cool!” he thought 
  • He had never been one of those people walking around with love marks before!
  • He doesn’t even bother to cover it up 
  • Goes to class with it just as it is 
    • “Woah, what’s that?!” one of his friends pointed to his neck as he sat down 
    • “Oh, heh…girlfriend,” he smiled and shrugged
  • Inside and outside he was beaming 

◉ Jumin 

  • Normally would not like you to leave marks 
  • He’s the one to mark you
  • Not the other way around
  • But it happened 
  • He inspected it in the bathroom mirror for a few seconds before sighing and heading out for work 
  • Didn’t bother to cover it 
  • One of the guards was staring as Jumin gave orders 
    • “Repeat what I just said,” Jumin commanded 
    • “Oh…I-uh…I’m sorry,” he stuttered 
    • “If something as insignificant as this is enough to distract you then perhaps I chose the wrong person for this job. Should I fire you, now?” He asked 
    • “No! It won’t happen again, Mr. Han!”
  • People at C&R knew better than to make any comment about it 
  • Though Jumin still noticed a few stares 

◉ Zen 

  • Ah!
  • He had a rehearsal today but there was a giant mark on his chest!
  • And it was a shirtless scene!
  • He still kind of liked it though…
  • Grabbed for the concealer and powder to try and cover it up 
  • He thought he did a pretty good job 
  • Rushed into hair and makeup 
  • Of course the first thing the makeup artist did was point and smirk 
    • “What’s this, Zen?” 
  • He turned so red 
    • “My girl…she get’s carried away sometimes. Can you blame her?” he grinned 
    • “Hah, I guess not. But let’s cover this properly, before anyone else sees it,” she laughed 

◉ Jaehee 

  • So embarrassed! 
  • Woke you up to point it out and scold you 
  • You just laughed and she hit you with a pillow 
    • “How am I supposed to run the cafe today with this?!” she cried 
    • “Jaehee…calm down. It’s a hickey not a perverted tattoo or something…” you rolled over and went back to bed 
  • She rummaged through the closet to find a scarf 
  • Threw it around her neck and was off 
  • Omg she was sweatin 
  • The darn thing was making her so warm but she wouldn’t dare take it off 
    • “Isn’t it summer?” a customer asked, “why the scarf?”
    • “I just…think it goes nicely with this outfit,” she smiled 
  • The customer shrugged and left with their drink 
  • It was going to be a long hot day for her 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • Hadn’t even noticed until he was brushing his teeth and looking in the mirror 
  • A giant visible hickey on his neck 
  • He didn’t even remember you doing that last night?
  • He inspected it with his fingers 
  • Finished brushing his teeth 
  • Ran into the bedroom and jumped on the bed to wake you up 
    • “Saeyoung what the hell I was asleep!” you yelled 
    • “Look what you did”
  • He pointed to his neck when you turned to face him 
    • “So? Now let me sleep,” you groaned 
    • “No! Now I have to get you back!”
  • He nuzzled your neck and you laughed 
Little Beta(s) Chapter 25

Prompt: Liam get’s turned at an early age and he looks at you as his guardian/parent. Plus you’re dating Scott who’s always trying to look after him. (10 year gap between Liam and reader)
Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) Scott McCall x Reader, Derek Hale (younger and platonic) x Reader

Chapters:

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24

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Cassian x Reader, Part 2

Title: Whatever It Takes Part 2 / AO3
Part 1: tumblr
Part 3: tumblr
Length: 9.5k
Rating: Mature for language, sexual content, and mentions of torture.
Summary: Reader struggles to cope in the aftermath of her torture and Cassian tries to understand why she keeps pushing him away. 
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Unsafe

Request: Can I request something with Draco that’s rly fluffy? Like on a way where you’re cuddling up to him and stuff and he just doesn’t rly react or anything? Like maybe yeah he enjoys it but I feel like him being really cold would be more in character with him?

Originally posted by daz-zling-bling

Draco’s PoV

It was Christmas Break during our sixth year and most people went back home to spend it with their family. I, however, was left nearly alone in the Slytherin dorm. I had no company aside from (Y/N), but she was enough. 

This year has been the worst to endure, by far. With my father’s judgement and ridicule along side the impossible tasks set by Voldemort himself, I was ready to crack. I had recently been pulled aside by Snape and confronted on the issue. 

I tried to avoid him now. 

I stuck mostly to my common room, staring at walls and wishing for this all to be over. This was what I was currently doing. I was sitting on a love seat, staring at the fireplace in the corner of the room. (Y/N) made her way up to me and sat beside me. 
“Are you okay, you seem distant,” she said. 
“I’m fine,” I mutter. 

She must have taken that as a request to come closer, because that’s what she did. She grabbed my hand gently. “It’s hard for everyone. My parents are most likely going to divorce because of this war. My mum’s a supporter, and my dad’s in the Order.” 

I looked at my hand. I’d always wanted to have hers in mine. But, I yanked my hand away. 
“Please stay out of my business.” 
“Fine. You’ve always had help and support and love here, and do you care? No. Because you’re an island. On your own in the middle of a big war where you’re a pawn. I know it! You know it! You turn us away every time! Don’t come running to me, Malfoy.“
She stormed off and I was left on my own again. I stood up and paced the room. She was right. I couldn’t be an island where a continent was against me. 

“You know I can’t come up those stairs, (Y/N),” I call. 
“That’s the point!” she screams back. 
“I’m trying to apologize. Let me take the upper road.” 
“I tried that and you pushed me over the hill into a ditch!” 

I kick the door frame and sink to the floor. I mess up everything. I can’t even receive affection without screwing it up. I slowly raise and go to my dorm. I sink into bed and try to forget the day. As I began to drift out of consciousness, I felt a hand grabbing my arm. I turned around to find (Y/N) standing over me. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. I sit up in bed and pat beside me. She crawls in and wraps the blanket around her. We’re sitting opposite each other, avoiding eye contact. 
“I’m sorry, too,” I reply. I grab her hand and our eyes meet. “About your parents, avoiding you, and my reaction to you caring for me.” 
“I had no right to meddle around in your business.” 
“You have every right. You were trying to care for me. I pushed you away.” 
“I’ll always care for you, Draco. I l-,” she pursed her lips and went to stand up. 

I held onto her arm. “Please don’t leave. I care for you (Y/N).” She sat down, closer to me, and I pulled her into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my chest. Her breathing slowed and I realized she was asleep. 

I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t get to sleep. I felt what I can only imagine is love for this girl, and couldn’t help but feel she felt the same. I had someone I cared for and Voldemort could hurt. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I wasn’t someone who cried, but this situation broke my heart. 

I couldn’t leave her, but also couldn’t stay with her. It wasn’t safe. 

I lifted the sleeping girl off of me and quietly got into the bed beside mine. 

Just (not)meant to be together | Jughead x Reader | Part 1

Summary: Every story has two sides, just like every story has a beginning and the end. 

Words: 2134 (I  know, (not)sorry)

Warnings: Angst and Fluff I’m bad person

A/N(IMPORTANT): Hi everyone! I’m really sorry that I didn’t post lately. You know - finals. Only two more weeks and I will be back and I will publish stories more often.  But the third part of “I don’t remember”  will be released in next week (it might change but for now it’s certain). Thank you so much for all your messages and comments! I’m so happy that you like my stories. (Thanks for 377 followers!) Right now I’m writing a requested story, so don’t be afraid to send me requests (it don’t have to be Jughead x reader). Also, few people ask me about the tag list to I don’t remember and of cause I will create one, so If you want to be on it (or on the tag list for this series or all my stories) just let me know.
This series is an experiment.  The plot by them self isn’t but the construction is. As you will see (if you read it), there are two timelines, two points of view, two “beginning”, but one is the actual end of the story.
So please give me feedback how you like it.
Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again.
Feel free to send my any requests, asks. The masterlist will appear today.

(Y/N) - Mar. 24/25

The decorative plate smashed on the wall next to his head. I missed. He was shocked. I reached for a mug on the bedside cabinet.

“(Y/N) listen to me! It’s not like that” he shouted but he took a step back.

“Why?!” I couldn’t see his face, my vision was blur because of the flowing tears “So you didn’t cheat on me for 3-4 months!”

“I didn’t!”

“Really? I am not stupid Jughead!”

“You were seeing with Archie!”

“Oh don’t change the subject!”

“Why not (Y/N)?!”

“Did you or did you not cheat on me Jughead?” I said and I stepped forward.
Silence.

“Get out!”  I took one more step. I felt the pain.

“(Y/N) you are bleeding!” I looked down and I saw the increasing bloodstain on my rug under my foot. I stepped on the sharp piece of the decorative plate.

“Fuck,” I said and I sat on my bed. Jughead ran up to me.

“Don’t you fucking dare to touch me!”

“But (Y/N)…”

“Leave my house!” He didn’t move

“Get out of my house Forsythe Jones and don’t you even come back!” I shouted. He was shocked, that was the first time I ever used his real name. I didn’t care I wanted do hurt him.

“(Y/N)…” His voice was a whisper almost too quiet to hear it. I wiped the tears. I saw that he was crying.

“Get out! You are nothing to me! I never really loved you anyway.” I said with the emotionless voice. I was looking right into his eyes. That words broke him. If he only could see how much saying this big lie hurt me.

I stood up and opened the door. I didn’t care about my foot, about the bloodstains. That pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.
He walked to me and looked into my face. He was looking for something, for any sing of emotions, but I forced myself not to show any. When he walked out I closed the door and waited till I heard that he closed front door.

I went to the bathroom and found the first aid kit. I bandaged my foot and went back to my room. I sat on my bed.
I started crying. I thought that I will never stop. I cried and cried so long that no more tears left in me. Then I stood up and opened the window. I saw my small garden with an old swing. The sun was slowly rising covering everything in the golden glow.

Outside everything was the same. But for me the world was different. I felt different. In my world was a big hole that could never be repaired.

Maybe some people are just not meant to be together, but then why at first they think that they are? I thought and started crying again.
*****
Jughead - Aug. 27

“May I sit here?” I heard the girl’s voice

“If you have to,” I said not moving my eyes from my screen.

“Thanks”

I expected that she will start a very annoying conversation, but she didn’t say a word. I finished typing the sentence and I looked at her. God! She was beautiful! She had (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair tied back. She put the end of the pen to her coral lips. Her eyes were concerned on the notebook was filled with neat handwriting. She slowly put a pen to the page and wrote few words, then again she moved the pen to her lips. Her eyes met mine. Fuck I was starting at her.

“What are you writing?” I asked.

“Most people start with the “hey, what’s your name,” she said and smiled. God! She has a nice smile.

“Here you go. Enjoy” Pop put a big milkshake in front of the girl. It had two strains in it. Well, it was “big milkshake”.

“You seriously going to drink that all of your own,” I asked surprised.

“Well, when I said "big” I didn’t mean that big. In most of the places like this “big” means one normal glass”, she said looking at her milkshake with admiration.

“Welcome to Pop’s where “big” means for two people” Fuck did I actually said that? Now she most likely thinks that I am dumb.

“Well that’s means…” she took pause and looked at me smiling. “I will have a proper portion of amazing milkshake for myself,” she said laughing “(Novel kind)”

“What?” I asked Yup even dumber

She rolled her eyes and smirked, “I’m writing a novel about (plot). How about you what are you writing?”

“I’m writing about the mystery of 4th July death. Wait, did you heard about Jason Blossom? ”

“No, I just moved here. But that’s interesting”

“I could tell you what I know” Really? How it is possible that I said that?

“Yeah I would love to,” she said and closed her notebook

“Do you want “milkshake for two people”?“ she asked and moved the glass to the centre of the table.

I closed my laptop.

"Jughead Jones the Third”

“(Y/N)(Y/L/N) the First” she laughed and we shook hands

I took a sip of the (strawberry/vanilla/chocolate) milkshake. It wasn’t my the best flavour, but I didn’t care.
*****
(Y/N) - Mar. 24 


The cold wind made all tears disappeared. The street lamps covered the empty street in golden light.
I was walking in the night, trying to bring back all good memories but at the same time, I tried to let them go.
I should take a coat. The had goosebumps.

The bright red neon made me smile. I felt the familiar warm feeling inside me. I definitely needed a milkshake. I walked through the building and I saw some kissing couple. They happiness made me sad so I  looked away. I put my hand on the handle. But then I looked at the couple and my heart stopped.

“Jughead?”
The couple broke apart quickly.

“(Y/N)! It’s not…” His beanie was gone. I saw it on the ground, probably it slipped from his head when the girl put her fingers into his hair.
I felt that the tears started to flow again.

“So this is how you had been busy tonight?” my voice was shaky. I started to get nauseous.
I looked at the girl - it was Betty. I closed my eyes. I prayed that it was only a dream.

“(Y/N) I can explain, it’s not..” she said. One of the few people I really trusted, stabbed me in the back.

“How long?” The tears made my vision blur. “You know what. I don’t want to know”
Jughead didn’t look in my eyes.

I turned around and walked away.
The most painful thing was that he didn’t stop me. He let me go.
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Jughead - Aug. 28


“I tried to order a milkshake, but Pop told me that I shouldn’t” I heard (Y/N)’s voice next to my ear. I felt the shiver run through my body. The sense of here perfume was so beautiful.

“Most people start with the "Hey”“

She laughed and sat in front of me.
Pop appeared with a big (vanilla/chocolate/strawberry - different that last time) milkshake - my favourite. Maybe I shouldn’t buy it. Now I looked like a frick.

"Thanks,” She said but she wasn’t looking at Pop. Did I just imagine that she was looking at me? Wait it was natural that she thanks me. I smiled, but my heart was biting faster.

She got her notebook out from her bag.
Then she slowly moved the milkshake closer to her at took a sip. Did she really looked into my ey….. O fuck I was steering this whole time. I felt that I started to blush. Fuck.

“Do you like it?” I said trying to cover my behaviour.
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.
“I figured out that since you are new in town you should try all flavours”  Fuck stop talking.

“Jughead Jones the Third I see what you are doing here,” She said without a smile. I fucked it. I shouldn’t open my mouth. “There are 3 tastes, so that means we will meet next time” She smirked and rolled her eyes again.

I breathed a sigh of relief.
“We will?” I said too quickly.

“Well… We will have to see” She winked.
*******
(Y/N) - Mar. 24 


Everything wasn’t like it supposed to be. How we get here? What happened to the nice boy with the beanie and the (Y/H/C) girl who met at Pop’s Diner.
I steel was felting his kisses on my lips, but that wasn’t HIS kisses. I took my phone and searched for a conversation with Jughead. Where was the last time I messaged him?

Mar. 19, 17:05 PM
Romeo: I will call you back

Mar. 14, 15:02 PM
Me: I’m busy I can’t talk now

Mar. 10, 16:03 PM
Me: I can’t tonight

Mar. 5, 9:31 AM
Me: Sure

Mar. 5, 07:05 AM
Romeo: Can we reschedule our date I have something to do.

Mar. 3, 00:21 AM
Me: Hey, sorry I totally forget

Mar. 1, 22:46 PM
Me: Where have you been tonight?

I felt the tears in my eyes. I scrolled the messages up.

Jan. 3, 19:05 PM
Romeo: Turn around

Jan. 3, 19:04 PM
Me: I’m at Pop’s

Jan. 3, 19:03 PM
Romeo: Where are you?

Jan. 3, 19:01 PM
Me: Shut up, I miss you

I started crying. I cried and cried. I needed to see him. I needed this back.

Mar. 24, 19:47 PM
Me: I miss you…

I waited .
Seen.

Mar. 24 19:51 PM
Romeo: I’m busy

Mar. 24 19:52 PM
Me: Most people start with the “Hey”

Mar. 24 19:55 PM
Romeo: I can’t talk right now (Y/N)

The tears started to flow again. I rolled on my bed. What happened to us?.
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Jughead - Aug. 29

I knocked at her window. It was hard to climb using only one hand. I prayed that this ladder was strong enough. I saw a silhouette of (Y/N) when she stood up from her bed. She was saying the truth when she texted that she was sick. She opened the window.

“How the fuck did you get a ladder?”

“Most people start with the "Hey”“

"Hey Romeo”

“Hello Juliet, can I come in?”

“I have to think about that,” She said but she moved “What’s this?”

“I figured that since you can’t go to Pop’s tonight it will come to you”

“I hope that it will use the front door, but I don’t think it will fit into the door-frame”
I laughed and she took the box out of my hand. I crawled into her room.

“You know that I have a front door, right?”

“Yeah, but the ladder gives better effect” She rolled her eyes. I opened the box. She looked at it with admiration.

“Pop did a great job packing it! Did you tell him that you will climb to my window?”

“Something like that”

“Is that big (vanilla/chocolate/strawberry - different that the other two times) milkshake? Jug I’m sick! I don’t want to infect you”

“The tradition needs to be continued. And you will not infect me. I never get sick”

She wasn’t sure.

“If you don’t want to I can take this and THIS away”

“Is that (your favourite cake)? Oh god I hate you and love you at the same time” She laughed, but it turned into a cough. I took the glass of water from the night shelf and gave to her. Love you?

She drank it.
“Thanks”

“Okay you definitely need to go to bed,”  I said and pushed her lightly forward it. She sighed and sat on the bed. She made a place next to her and I sat on it. God this bed was so comfortable. Where was the last time I slept on the real bed?

I put two strains into the milkshake and we both took a sip. It was good, not as good as (vanilla/chocolate/strawberry - the second flavour) but definitely better that (vanilla/chocolate/strawberry - the first flavour).

“I think that this one should be our flavour” (Y/N) said my thoughts out loud.

“You didn’t like the first one, which I loved…”

“Now it’s not…” She didn’t let me finish

“I didn’t like the second which you loved, so I think this is some kind of compromise. What are you think?”

“I love this idea”

“Good so official (vanilla/strawberry/chocolate - the third) is our milkshake Jughead Jones the Third”

“I totally agree (Y/N) (Y/L/N) the First”

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Anonymous said:Can you do a request where the reader is Jax’s little who gets taken by the Mayans. The Mayans send a tablet to the Sons live streaming the torture of reader. The Mayans eventually gives up on trying to get information so they leave her to die.

Trigger Warning: See above

Jax sat at the table, his stomach turning at what was happening to his little sister. He ran his hands through his hair, tears filled his eyes, he looked around the table at his brothers, seeing the exact pain he was feeling.

“Tell us about the gun trade!” A Mayan shocked her again. (Y/N) let out a little whimper. 

She raised her head, looking at the Mayan, she let out a breathy. “Go to hell asshole!” The Mayan backhanded her, turning on the water, drenching her. The water must have been cold, or the room was, maybe both, once it was turned off, her body was shivering.

The door swung open, and another Mayan came in. “We’ve been at it for days she isn’t going to break. Orders are to leave her to die, let them watch. She can’t have much life in her.” 

Jax stood up screaming out his protest, before crumbling back into his chair, He had failed as a big brother to protect his little sister. Chibs stood up, slapping him on the back. 

“We’re going to find her Jackie boy….alive. We’ll bring her home!”

XXX

I laid on the warehouse floor for a couple of hours, trying to conserve my energy to move. Every part of me hurt, but I had to if I want to get out of her and get home.

I pushed myself up, or tried to at least, I fell back on the floor. I would drag myself if I had to, I slow started to push my way across the floor. Pain shooting through my body.

I kept visions of my family in my head to keep me strong, to keep me going. I got to the door, it was open, I dragged myself through it, into the hall. Exhaustion and pain was too much for me, I laid my head down, closing my eyes, I drifted off.

XXX

Jax held the tablet in his hands, he watched his sister was no longer in the camera’s vision. He had no idea what happened, did they change their minds, and take you with them.

Where you buried somewhere? Did they take you to torture you some more? He was going to kill every Mayan he saw until he found you, whether it was dead or alive.

XXX

I pulled myself down the hall, pushing myself to go farther, I was to another door. I reached up, shoving the door open, I crawled out. Laying in the parking lot, I let the rain cover me.

It was warm, I just laid there, I had no energy to move, I closed my eyes, and fell back to sleep.

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Hate (Derek Hale)

Warnings: None?


You sighed as you realized you had to go to another pack meeting. Don’t get me wrong, you love pack meetings. Except for the fact that Derek has to be the biggest jerk to you almost 24/7. You never knew why but he always seemed to hate you. He’d take any chance to hate on you when he could.

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you ready?? We need to go” your brother, Stiles shouted from downstairs. You walked down the stairs to see Stiles with his girlfriend Malia. Malia was like a sister to you, that’s why you couldn’t find it more pleasing to see your brother and your best friend together.

“I don’t want to go” you grumbled. “What’s wrong? You love pack meetings” Stiles said walking to the car. You got in the back seat while Malia took shotgun.

Malia slapped Stiles in the arm and sighed. “Maliaaaaaa what was that for?” He whined. Malia gives him a look and says “she obviously doesn’t want to go because of the sourwolf” She trailed off looking at me knowingly.

Stiles looked at me from the rear view mirror “You don’t want to go because of Derek?! Why?”

“Because it’s the highlight of my day to be insulted by the Alpha” I said with sarcasm lacing my voice. Malia giggled at how sarcastic I was while Stiles glared at me. “I’m still older than you, you know”

“Please a dork like you doesn’t deserve to be an older brother” I snorted. He laughed at our little sibling banter then soon we arrived at Scott’s house. “We’re here” Stiles says getting out of his car with Malia. “No Stiles, we’re in unicorn island” I say following him

“Shut up” he says rolling his eyes. Malia laughs at us then rings the doorbell. We get in to see the whole pack there.

“Finally you made it” Scott smiles. “Sorry we’re late” Stiles apologizes sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. Everyone in the room laughs except a certain sour wolf. “Don’t be, it isn’t your fault” he says almost too nice. Then he continues “it’s that idiot sister of yours. Always such a slow poke aren’t you y/n?”

You glare at him annoyed. “At least I take time to look presentable” you scoff.

“Please? You? Presentable? Don’t lie to yourself we all know you’re a low life piece of shit of a teenager” he fires.

You were stunned. Sure Derek was a jerk to you but he was never this mean. Tears welled up in your eyes as you ran to Scott’s room. You could hear Stiles scolding Derek downstairs. You sat in the bed and cried.

~with Scott and the others~

Derek’s POV

“How dare you say that to her?! I get you’re a sour wolf but would it kill you to be nice to people? Even the Stilinskis?” Stiles shouts. “Not my fault she never helps that free loading shithead” I shrug. Stiles wasn’t angry anymore no, he was fuming. “One more insult about my sister and you know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna break and extra large branch of mountain ash wrap it around in wolfsbane and roll it in mistletoe and shove it up your freaking-”

Scott interrupted him “Stiles, Stiles, that’s enough. And as for you Derek. I get that you like y/n and all and it’s hard for you to control your feelings. But seriously, stop breaking the girl’s heart”

Everyone in the room goes silent and stares at me in shock. Yes I like the girl but can you blame me? The way her hair flows perfectly. And how her eyes sparkle when she smiles. “I don’t like her” I say lying my ass off.

Isaac looks at me “You definitely like her” he grins. “No I don’t” I glare. “Aww is the big bad wolf afraid to admit his feelings?” Lydia coos. “I don’t like her” I say frustrated. “Please, we can hear your heart beat. Tell her already” Scott says obviously annoyed at my stubbornness.

“What’s the point? She probably hates me” I say sitting down and putting my head in my hands. I can feel someone’s gaze on me as someone speaks. “If I know my sister more than anything, she definitely loves you. She always had and always will. She doesn’t give up easily” Stiles says patting my back. I look up at him with hope, then sigh again remembering all the things I said.

“Go get her” Malia say pushing me towards the stairs. I take a deep breathe and walk towards Scott’s room.

~Back to you~

YOUR POV

You hear someone’s footsteps walk in to Scott’s room. You lift yourself from the bed to see Derek then you scowl and hide under the blanket.

“y/n, I need to talk to you” he says gently. “What? To insult the fuck out of me again? No thanks” you answer annoyed. “No y/n listen to me, I’m sorry. I guess I got caught up in my feelings for you and I just didn’t know how to respond” he says looking down.

I give a sarcastic laugh “you think I’m stupid? Stop trying to prank me I’m feeling bad as it is”

He looks at me with hurt etched upon his perfect face. “I’m not lying y/n, ever since I saw you, you made me feel different, you made me feel like I was a happy wolf. And we all know what I really am. I really like you, I’m sorry I was a big shithead” he apologizes his head hanging low.

Your heartbeat speeds up upon hearing the confession. Your frown slowly turns into a smile as You walk up to Derek. You wrap my arms around his neck and give him a tight hug. “I love you too” You smile.

He looks at me shocked “so you forgive me?” He asks hopefully. “Hmm. I don’t know, I may need some convincing” You say smirking at him.

He grins then leans in. Next thing You know his lips crashed with yours sharing a soft, yet passionate kiss. Soon we hear clapping coming from the door and we pull away seeing the pack at the door.

You giggle looking at them as Derek puts his arm around my shoulder. He grins at Stiles saying “I got the girl”

Stiles smiles and then he quickly makes an angry face “if you hurt her I swear to God I will-” Derek cut him off “you’re gonna break and extra large branch of mountain ash wrap it around in wolfsbane and roll it in mistletoe and shove it up my freaking-” Lydia cuts him off. “Okay that’s enough of that! Now let’s go down for the pack meeting” she chirps.

Derek looks at you at smiles as he kisses your forehead “I love you so much” he mutters. “And I love you too my sour wolf” you say grinning then both of you start walking down the stairs as a new beautiful couple

Dear Happy, bring me Lucifer

summary: Ever since Lucifer was locked in the cage Y/n felt depressed

pairing: Lucifer x reader

warnings: angst, slightly depressed reader, self-hatred 

A/n: Based on the song Dear Happy by dodie, this was a lot sadder then I intended it to be. I had a less angst one written but it got deleted so i had to rewrite it and that made me sad and angry so that’s why it’s kinda depressing

Originally posted by lucifersagents

“LUCIFER!” Another nightmare. Every. Single. Night. “Lucifer? I-I need you,” Y/n whispered into darkness. The young girl sobbed into her hands. The only thing that would make the nightmares go away was her soulmate. “WHERE ARE YOU,” she shouted into the empty apartment bedroom. Tears slid down her cheeks as she sobbed once more into her hands, “I love you,” she mumbled before falling into a dreamless sleep.

Y/n woke up feeling depressed. After getting dressed she headed to a coffee shop near her apartment building. The smell of caffeine filled her nose as she walked in. Standing in line she overheard a conversation between two men. “So how are we gonna jam the devil back in the box?” The other man spoke, “I don’t know Dean, we don’t even know where he is, he could be anywhere.” “Yeah, probably murdering children or looking for a vessel. The two men looked at each other. Dean noticed Y/n. “Hey there.” Y/n ignored him. If what they’re saying is true then Lucifer is out of the cage. Y/n smiled at the thought of her lover, she looked down at the floor realising that he didn’t come to her first. “Hey ma’am I think your next.” The sad girl looked up at the handsome man and his tall brother. Winchesters. Y/n smiled sadly at Dean and went to order. “She’s pretty hot, don’t ya think Sammy?” 

The tall man looked over at the girl. She seemed familiar. Then it hit him. Lucifer’s soulmate. When Lucifer took control over Sam he could see all of the devils memories. Y/n was a kind and hopeful girl that only wanted to have a normal life with the devil by her side. Although being Satan’s soulmate was not normal. Y/n knew this. Sometimes she’d wish they never met but they were meant to be. 

Walking out of the coffee shop Sam and Y/n locked yes. They both knew. Yet they didn’t say a thing.

Work was a bitch. Y/n got fired because her boss found someone ‘prettier’ to do her work. Her car broke down so she had to walk in the rain. When she reached her apartment Y/n was drained. Taking her clothes off and turning on the shower Y/n looked at herself in the mirror. She was a wreck. Her makeup was smudged, her hair was all over the place. She began to cry. I’m not pretty or smart, I’m just a wreck, Lucifer doesn’t love me, I’m going to die alone in my own self-pity. After having a long shower and eating Y/n went to bed and fell asleep knowing full well that she’d have nightmares.

“LUCIFER!” Y/n woke up to another nightmare about loosing her lover. She sobbed and cried. “Please-I need you! WHERE ARE YOU!?” Dropping her head she felt more tears rolling down her face, “I’m right here.” Y/n looked up to see her lovers face. “No you’re not,” she whispered. Lucifer wrapped his arms around the distressed girl. She sobbed into his chest. “I love you! And yet I hate you too, you cause me so much pain when you’re gone but so much joy when you’re here.” Lucifer looked down at his soulmate. Wrapping his wings around her he placed his head on her shoulder and kissed her neck. He felt a tear roll down his face and then began to sob with the beautiful human in his arms. “Don’t try to fight it,” he looked down at her “I’m here for tonight.” The archangels soft voice reassured Y/n that everything was going to be fine and that Lucifer would always return. She stared into the angels eyes and pressed her lips on his. A wave of comfort washed over both of them. “Every thing will be ok.”