but try to lighten that without messing it up i dare you

English Is Hard, Okay?! Langst Prompt Fill

For the anon who wanted a story where Lance had a hard time speaking English and the paladins teasing him for it.


Lance walked into the kitchen one morning with dark circles under his eyes. He trudged over to get a bowl and began filling it with food goo.

“You look like shit, Lance” Keith teased, trying to egg Lance into one of their normal fights. The other paladins ignored the banter, used to the Red and Blue paladins fighting.

“Yeah, I know. I don’t feel like fighting today, Keith, sorry,” Lance said, trying to get his food goo and leave as quickly as possible.

Keith frowned. Lance wasn’t playing along.
Usually this kind of stuff cheered the Blue paladin right up!

“Wake up on the wrong side of the bed? I was just teasing, you just look a little tired,” Keith said, trying, again, to lighten the mood.

“No, you know what Keith? I didn’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed I woke up in the wrong fucking bed after a dream where I had to watch my family die!

And I can’t even know if they’re actually alive because I’m not even in the same fucking galaxy as them and I didn’t want to fight and I thought I made that clear when I literally told you I didn’t want to but obviously I was wrong.

Hopefully I made it clear this time so I can go eat in my room and nobody will bother me,” Lance said calmly. The lack of emotion in his voice was unnerving. He took his bowl, grabbed a spoon, and left the room.

The other paladins glanced at each other with wide eyes as they watched the usually energetic and fun paladin walk off to his room.

Keith ate the rest of his meal with his head down, and nobody dared to break the tense silence.

After breakfast everyone broke off to work on their own projects or do whatever they needed until group training.

A few hours later, everyone was waiting in the training room for Lance. He walked in about ten minutes late, dressed in workout clothes the castle provided. He stared silently at the ground as Allura began to lecture him on his tardiness.

Training began with a few warm up laps around the room.

Lance visibly pulled himself together and worked a smile onto his face.

He nudged Pidge as he passed her, and high fives Shiro as he passed him.

Lance always enjoyed this portion of training since he was undeniably the fastest paladin (without their lions anyway).

When they slowed to a stop after five laps, Allura directed everyone to different parts of the room to work on things each were bad at.

Lance was shown the middle of the room, to fight close range with the gladiator. Hunk gave Lance a sympathetic glance.

Lance fought the gladiator for almost two hours. The other paladins had been allowed a break when they managed to finish whatever task they were given, but Lance had been at a stalemate with the damn gladiator.

The blue paladin began to slow down due to exhaustion, and the gladiator got in one well placed hit before it shut down.

Lance plopped himself down on a bench with the rest of the paladins as Allura and Coran talked.

Shiro leaned forward to look at Lance, whose eyes were closed as he leaned against the wall.

“Hey, you did good, buddy,” Shiro said, knowing that Lance had worked harder than any of them had that day.

Lance opened his eyes at the praise. He was sure he was going to get scolded for losing, and a smile worked it’s way onto his face.

“Thanks, Shiro. You did really well too. Hunk, you were really awesome with that thing you were running on.”

Pidge barked out a short burst of laughter.

“What was Hunk running on, again, Lance?” Pidge asked, barely concealed laughter coloring her voice.

“Um the thing where the ground moves so you can run in place?” Lance explained, frowning.

“Oh my god, Lance doesn’t know what a treadmill is!” Pidge shouted, cackling.

Her laughter prompted everyone but Lance to laugh along with her. Everyone had needed a laugh after a tense morning and a hard workout.

The laughter died down and Hunk looked over to see that Lance had tears in his eyes and his muscles were tensed.

“Hey, Lance, buddy, you alright?” Hunk asked, drawing the team’s attention.

Lance shook his head.

“I know it’s stupid and you guys think I’m stupid but it’s really fucking hard sometimes. I never learned the damn word.

Just like I don’t know what half the stuff Hunk and Pidge are talking about because I learned science and engineering and math in Cuba. In SPANISH.

I have to translate everything I’m thinking into a different fucking language because I grew up with no English at all!

And when I got to the Garrison I had to deal with people’s bullshit on my accent and how I couldn’t speak English correctly and I thought you guys didn’t care about stuff like that but maybe I just hadn’t messed up yet!

I’m sorry I suck at English and I forgot what a fucking treadmill is, but I promise you, I didn’t forget because I’m stupid. I remembered what to say in Spanish.

I’m sorry if my explanation wasn’t good enough, but I’m pretty sure you guys wouldn’t have understood it if I told you Hunk was running on a cinta de correr!!!” Lance yelled, taking a few deep breaths as he finished ranting.

Lance stood there, fuming for a few moments, tears openly streaming down his face. Everyone stared in shock, unsure what to make of Lance’s outburst.

The blue paladin waited for someone to say something, and when no-one did he bolted from the room, eyes wide and terrified.

Hunk ran after him after a moment. He knew exactly where his best friend would be.


Thanks for this prompt! Hope you like it! I’m thinking of posting a part two?

Me at midnight to @honeycombhenry: So I want a sidgeno regency AU that reads like a storybook but also a Kate and Leopold vibe…with a dash of Nicholas Cage in The Family Man with the whole glimpse/final airport scene…but I also want time traveling and reincarnation and a lot of historical inaccuracies for the sake of CHEESY DRAMATIC ROMANCE.

Hence, this was born. 

(4k, sfw cheese, warning for plot holes, no beta, and ooc…like really this is just a self-indulgent fic…and yes, Geno goes full rom com Nicolas cage in the ending scene without stealing the declaration of independence) 


The master of the Malkin Estate falls in love with his valet on a rainy afternoon.

Sidney Crosby, fair-faced and kind, had revealed his love for snow and ice skating as he helped to dress Evgeni, and Evgeni had selfishly followed the curve of Sidney’s lips as he spoke of stories from his childhood, when he and his sister Taylor would get into all sorts of trouble with their wet boots leaving streaks all over the floorboards and rug. He loves rainy days, when Sidney would hold his umbrella as they go out on a walk, and once they are far enough out in the countryside, Evgeni would take the umbrella from Sidney and kiss his knuckles, saying, “My dear Sidney, please let me.” Evgeni wants to suck bruises on Sidney’s unmarred skin, a necklace of promises, but he holds himself back, if only barely. He learns that Sidney sends most of the money he makes back home to his parents and his sister, in the hopes that she can marry richly instead of becoming a governess, destined for loneliness and instability.

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Ease - Part 12

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 3.0k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

Originally posted by jeonbase

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The next few days were trying. Confusion and pain swallowed up your thoughts as you watched Taehyung try his best at being overly happy, smiling widely whenever you caught his eye but his face dropping solemn as soon as he thought you weren’t looking. Jungkook was also doing his hardest to pull you out of the mess of your worries, but you sunk deeper every time you saw Taehyung’s pen stop midsentence in class, his eyes blank as he stared at the desk, or when you brushed his hand slightly with yours when you were walking together, and he’d subtly recoil at your touch. He was fragile, and it only strengthened the urge to pull him close in solace.

No matter how many times you told him that he didn’t have to put on a front, he continued to say that nothing was wrong. But he talked too much, too quickly, and he never quite met you in the eyes when he said he was okay. Instead, he let his pale orange hair shadow his face, bottling up his emotions once more.

“He just doesn’t seem to understand that it’s okay to be upset,” you whined, digging your toes into the carpet and letting your arms flop to your sides in defeat.

You were round the boys’ house, but the only people there were you and Jungkook, as Jin and Namjoon had gone home for the weekend and Taehyung was nowhere to be seen. Sitting on the sofa with only a few lamps to light the room and a film playing in the background, it was the perfect setting for romance. However, once the topic of Taehyung came up, you couldn’t stop yourself.

“I really don’t want him to be suppressing how he feels. Tried and tested that one, and I can confirm it doesn’t work. Obviously, I’m not going to force him to talk to me if he doesn’t want to, but I wish he’d stop pretending.”

“You know, you don’t have to be Taehyung’s personal carer,” grumbled Jungkook, helping himself to a third plateful of food from the array of dishes on the coffee table. Although he kept his expression blank, you’d come to recognise the signs of his different emotions. They weren’t obvious, but his ‘pissed off’ signals were a fire in his eyes, the slight straightening in his back, and his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, all of which he was showing at that moment.

Stretching out your foot to the other end of the sofa where he sat, you prodded him with your toe to get him to look at you. “Hey,” you said softly. “I’m sorry for talking about Tae. I know you wanted to have a chilled night.”

As you spoke, your phone buzzed in your pocket as someone tried to ring you. Reading the caller ID and seeing Taehyung’s name, you looked up at Jungkook to check his reaction. He knew who was calling, as Hoseok and Yoongi were both working, and you didn’t have anyone else who would be checking up on you.

Jungkook’s eyes flashed with annoyance, his deep brown irises seeming to grow darker. Not wanting him to get more worked up, you let your phone buzz until it ran out of time and cancelled the call. However, just as you were about to put your phone away, Taehyung tried again and your phone went off once more.

Knowing that something was up, you decided to answer and deal with Jungkook afterwards. “Yeah, I’m here,” you said as a way of greeting. “Everything okay?”

“I need to talk to you,” he said bluntly. There wasn’t any urgency behind his voice, but it was the most pensive you’d heard him for a while. Gone was the usual happy façade, and at last, he seemed to have given in.

Jungkook was staring at you fixatedly, and you tore your gaze away, as if looking at him for too long would agitate him further. “Um, sure,” you stammered, cradling your phone to your ear. “Uh… can we talk later? I’m busy at the moment.”

Okay. Please call me soon, Y/N.”

“I will, I promise.”

After hanging up, you peered at Jungkook, expecting to see him looking more relaxed after you’d rejected Taehyung’s offer, but instead, his neck was red and he looked ready to cry.

“Guk?” you said worriedly. When he didn’t respond, you scooted up the sofa so you could hook your arms around his shoulders in comfort. However, he remained unflinching and didn’t acknowledge your touch, with his face remaining passive and unreadable while his eyes filled up with tears.

He took a large sniff before turning to you, and finally you could see the hurt and anger under the blank mask he wore. “I can’t deal with it anymore,” he stated flatly, without a trace of warmth in his tone. “If you want to make this work, then you’ve got to stop whatever you’ve got with Taehyung. I really like you, Y/N, and I want you to look at me. Not Taehyung. I need all of you.”

The hopes of a romantic atmosphere were dashed as you felt Jungkook’s possessiveness seep into your skin, but his words wriggled in your chest as they hit home. Jungkook didn’t deserve your wavering emotions, but at the same time, you knew you were unable to give him your full attention. “Jungkook,” you swallowed, watching him pull at his bottom lip with his teeth. “I need more time. To get over him.”

“How much more time?” he questioned, his voice growing louder. “It’s getting ridiculous! You need to stop being selfish, because I’m done with it. Make up your mind, Y/N. You either want me or Taehyung, and you can’t have both. I’m tired.”

“I want to make things work with you! But to do that, I need to sort out my own problems first. I can’t just drop everything and live happily ever after. It was never going to be that easy, and I thought you knew what you were getting into.”

“Knew?” he spluttered, pushing you away roughly and standing up. Veins stood out on his arms as he fumed, breathing heavily as he held in the full force of his anger. “I knew that I would be helping you, but I didn’t count on being your backup plan. You’re being completely deluded – all you need to do is pick a side. Shouldn’t be that hard, even for you.” Without another work, he stalked out of the room, leaving you on the verge of tears.

There weren’t even words to describe the remorse and despair you felt after Jungkook had abruptly departed. Stunned into silence, you stared at the dishes of food left on the side, growing cold as they lay there neglected. What should you do now?

In your heart of hearts, there was only one real option. There was no way that Jungkook would be happy until you’d sorted something out, and nor would you. Although it killed you to hurt one of them, you had no choice; you got yourself into this mess, so you couldn’t rely on Jungkook to pull you out.

You rang Taehyung. However, as soon as you heard his deep voice on the other end of the line, your throat cracked and hot tears rolled down your face. “Tae,” you mumbled, your voice choked up. “I need to see you.”

Taehyung didn’t hesitate as he heard your distressed demand, not bothering to question why you were suddenly upset. “Meet me at the cupcake shop in 15 minutes,” he ordered. “It’s okay, whatever it is. We can talk it through. See you then, Y/N.”


The last thing you wanted was for Hoseok and Yoongi to observe what was about to happen, especially as they knew so much about Taehyung without ever meeting him. You texted Yoongi on the way to the shop, hoping that he’d check his phone as he worked.

You [4:45]
having a chat with taehyung in cupcake corner. Please pretend you have no idea who I am!!!

Taehyung had hung up the phone so quickly that you didn’t get the chance to argue the choice of location, and as he still had no idea about the dance competition, you could imagine how awkward introductions to your new friends would be. You were there to sort things out, not create more problems.

Yoongi [4:49]
sorry, who is this?
p.s. I’ll have a coconut and mango cake ready


To your displeasure, Taehyung was seated at one of the tables closest to the counter, right under the nose of the Hoseok and Yoongi; the perfect distance for eavesdropping. However, you looked at Yoongi straight in the eye as you walked up to pay, daring him to mention something and give the game away. Keeping to his word, he calmly handed you the change and pulled out a readymade cupcake as promised.

“What’s happened?” Taehyung asked concernedly, his eyes filled with worry as you sat down with a defeated thump. “You’re going to get wrinkles when you frown like that.”

He was trying to lighten the mood, but you ignored him. “Jungkook said some things, and I’m realising that I’ve been in the wrong the whole time,” you confessed.

“By the looks of things, I don’t think he said anything.”

You stared at him blankly. “What do you mean?”

“Y/N, I’ve been friends with you for a while now. You have that look on your face, like someone just died. Your eyes are red and considering you were fine one minute and upset the next tells me that Jungkook was involved.” He took a big drag of his coffee, but didn’t take his eyes off you as you blinked furiously, trying to hold back any more tears that were threatening to escape. “What did he do?” he questioned, reaching across the table to rub your arm soothingly.

Taking a wobbly breath, you glanced round to check if Hoseok or Yoongi were listening. Hoseok was on the other side of the room, preoccupied with an electric whisk that didn’t seem to be working, but Yoongi, on the other hand, stood nearby cleaning the counter. Although he had his head down, he kept his body rotated in such a way that he could snoop in on the gossip.

Taehyung pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes as you began recalling the earlier events in hushed tones, so Yoongi couldn’t hear. “He got annoyed because I’ve been messing with his emotions,” you blurted. “I knew I shouldn’t take advantage of his generosity, but I did and it was a stupid mistake to make.” You launched into detail about what happened when Taehyung had rung your phone, but your friend wasn’t having any of it, and jumped straight to the point.

“What did he say to you?” he interrupted, growing more and more serious as you told the story, with his eyes growing hazy and his grip on your arm becoming firm.

“Not much.”

“Y/N…”

“I swear, it was nothing. He was right, anyway. I am deluded and I am selfish, but I guess I hadn’t really thought about it too much. I didn’t want to admit to myself-”

“He said what?” Taehyung’s voice was quiet, but the sort of quiet that comes from extreme anger. A bad sign. “Jungkook was saying that to you?”

“Yeah, but-”

“He called you deluded?” As he raised his voice, you became aware of Yoongi standing stock still at the counter, his ears pricked up and alert at your conversation. “No wonder you got upset. Even if you made a mistake, he has no right to insult you. What an idiot!”

Taking a quick peek out of the corner of your eye, you could see Yoongi trembling with a silent rage, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he struggled to keep in his temper. Anything that hurt his friends wound him up immensely, but you sent him mental pleads to stay mute and not say a word.

Looking back at Taehyung, you noticed that he too was bottling up his true frustration as he faintly rocked back and forth in his chair, holding back an outburst of anger.

“Tae, calm down. It’s not that big of a deal, please. I just needed to see you to talk about something else. Well, it’s sort of related to that. But you wanted to tell me something first. That’s why you rang?” You gave Taehyung’s hand a squeeze in reassurance, and he obeyed your request and sat back in reluctance.

“Well,” he sighed, “I don’t think my matter is important anymore. What did you want to say?”

“No, you go,” you demanded.

“Seriously, I think you should. I promise, it can wait.”

Nodding in surrender, you took Taehyung’s hand and led him outside the shop, past the inquisitive looks from Hoseok and Yoongi and into the warm haze of the late afternoon, just so the two boys couldn’t hear your next words. Taehyung looked confused, but you held up his hands in front of him and focused on the writing of his shirt. The words were in English, and you noticed a grammatical error of the sentence, but you didn’t point it out. Instead, you fixated on the letters as you planned what to say next very carefully.

“We shouldn’t be meeting like this anymore,” you stated, your mouth struggling to get around each syllable, as if subconsciously your brain was telling you to stop talking. But you had to say it. You can’t have both. “We need to keep our distance. Jungkook gets jealous, and it’s not his fault. I feel- felt, exactly the same, and it’s one of the worst feelings in the world. I can’t put him through that, especially when he’s tried so hard to be kind and loving. It’s the least I can give him. Do you understand?”

You should’ve stayed fixated on the lettering of the shirt, because as soon as your gaze trailed up to Taehyung’s soft eyes and his quivering lower lip, you felt as if you’d just slapped him. There was a silence following your words, which was only filled by the sounds of the city and the biting whistle of the wind that tossed around Taehyung’s hair. Your clothes billowed around you and you could feel your cheeks turning pink from the chill, but Taehyung remained motionless.

“So, that’s it?” he said finally, a with a small hint of hesitation. “You’re going to stop talking to me because your boyfriend gets uptight?”

“No, I’m doing this to get over you. I’ve spent way too long having false hopes.”

All you need to do is pick a side.

“You can’t end our friendship!” he exclaimed, letting out huffy laughter incredulously.

“We need some time apart,” you corrected. There was a sharp stabbing in your chest, but you dismissed it. I need all of you. “You ignored my feelings about you, even though I spilled my one biggest secret that left me completely vulnerable to you. But all you did was push it aside, and it killed me, Tae. So, I’m being selfish by allowing for someone to love me. If keeping my distance from you lets me do that, then I’ve got to try.” Your last sentence came out in a sob, the hurt driving through your body in an unstoppable wave.

Taehyung was dumbfounded, but the forgiving look in his eyes told you that he wasn’t going to stop you from leaving. Even if you’d told him you’d blown up his house, he probably would’ve hugged you and told you it didn’t matter. And that’s what was so toxic; he was loving and gentle, and you clung to that because it made you feel comfortable.

“We’ve always only had each other, and it can’t be like that anymore. We need to get out of this pit, before we get too deep,” you said, with a finality that signalled the end of the conversation.

“I think it’s too late for that,” Taehyung admitted, his voice cracking and his ears turning a bright shade of red. Going red out of embarrassment was something you rarely saw, but you were in too much of a state to think too deeply about it.

“I need to think about Jungkook – that’s the least he deserves right now.” Bowing your head, you turned yourself away so you didn’t have to observe the disappointment and the confusion written on his face. Despite all the years you’d been friends, situations and circumstances had changed; it couldn’t be harmonious forever. For so long you and Taehyung had got along with no problems, but it was too good to last. Perhaps it was a disaster waiting to happen, you weren’t sure. Out of respect, Taehyung bowed in response, but the tears filling his eyes told you that he was far from okay about the outcome.

But there was nothing you could do. Jungkook needed you to be faithful, both physically and mentally. Although he didn’t tell you in the most careful and gentle of ways, he got his point across: he wasn’t about to fight for something that wasn’t available to him in the first place.

Taehyung kept his eyes upon you as you left, his eyebrows upturned and his hair unkempt and scruffy as a result of his fingers running through his pastel orange locks. You refused to look back, knowing that it only took one glance to melt your defences. You couldn’t give yourself that momentary weakness. Not again.

It put you at peace, knowing that you both had time to grow without the other person there. But it was peace in the saddest way possible.

put it out to sea and perfect our chemistry

thanks to @jakelovesamy for spending basically her entire day alternating between providing ideas and being a generally reassuring person. thanks to anonymous, who sent in the prompt below. and thanks to kokomo, for providing a passable title. 

75. “I’m going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?”

The 2018 Detectives-Only Getaway takes place in an icy New York February. It begins with the hot tub and one of Charles’ less adventurous meals, but by late afternoon on the first day, the inhabitants of the house have moved into the basement and uncorked several bottles of wine. From the outside, it would be easy to assume that the beach house is deserted, its owners waiting for warmer months to use it. All of the lights are off, the curtains are drawn, and everything seems still and quiet. There’s no reason to believe that anyone would be spending a weekend at a beach this far north in the winter. And yet, invisible from the outside, dim lamps are flickering in the basement where six adults are crowded in a circle, voices rising as their third game of Never Have I Ever comes to a close.

Amy stares across the coffee table at Jake from her position on the floor with a ferocity that unnerves her friends. Charles is slowly scootching away from his best friend, distancing himself from the subject of Amy’s scrutiny, and even Gina has inched away from Amy, trying to pretend that the lasers shooting out of her friend’s eyes aren’t the most terrifying thing she’s seen this week. Amy holds four fingers on her right hand in the air defiantly, almost as though she’s daring someone to force them down. Only Jake, sitting across from her with heavy-lidded eyes and an absent-minded grin, seems unfazed by her glare. He holds his one remaining finger casually in the air as he takes a few large gulps from the bottle of beer he’s grasping loosely in his free hand.

“Jake! You can’t just drink whenever you want! We’re playing a game!” Amy is scandalized, shifting her weight as though she’s getting ready to leap over the table and knock his beer out of his hand, like she did during the first round.

“Come on, Santiago, lighten up. Drinking is fun,” Rosa contributes from her position in the corner, where she’s curled up and hugging a bottle of vodka. She lost their third game nearly half an hour ago, and since then she’s been heckling from the sidelines and drinking vodka like it’s water. Amy had tried to cut her off an hour ago, when she first started to slur, but Rosa had pulled out a pocket knife and chugged her drink defiantly, so Amy decided to leave her be.

“Yeah, Amy!” Jake sounds less like a boyfriend and more like a whiny teenager, but everyone’s too far gone to tease him for it. “Anyway, it’s your turn! Just go so I can drink already!”

Amy nods, pausing for a few seconds to think. She chews her bottom lip and furrows her brow - three rounds into Never Have I Ever and even she’s running out of new activities to trap people with. To stall for time, she takes another sip of her beer, pretending she doesn’t hear Rosa and Jake protesting about fairness and equal enforcement across from her.

And then, in a burst of inspiration, she has it.

“Never have I ever kissed Amy Santiago.”

The room is silent for a moment, while everyone takes a second to think through the sentence. And then, with resignation, Jake lowers his final finger, and chaos erupts.

Amy jumps off the floor so hard she almost knocks the coffee table over - Terry, whom she’d assumed to be asleep, catches it with one hand, eyes still closed. And then Gina and Rosa are pointing at her, shouting incoherently about legality. Charles is trying to provide comfort for a remarkably untroubled Jake, who’s busy chugging the rest of his beer, laughter etched in every line of his face.

Amy is ignoring all of them, doing her best victory jig around the room. She manages to find a clear space, which is a relief because she can only seem to control two of her limbs at a time, and she definitely kicked Charles’ shin on her way out of their tight circle.

“Undefeated champion!” she shout-sings. “Beat that! Three rounds in a row!”

Gina, who’s now stretched out into Amy’s vacated spot, replies lazily, “You know that means you’ve done nothing, right? Never been to a sewer rave? Never stabbed anybody? Never performed in an interpretive dance competition?”

“I mean, we all knew you were a nerd. The real tragedy is how little you got to drink, Santiago,” Rosa slurs.

In response, Amy throws her head back and chugs the rest of her beer without a breath. Then, on impulse, she slams the bottle to the floor with a flourish.

What she intends to be celebratory and badass quickly turns into a mess. The bottle shatters, and she discovers that it was much less empty than she thought when beer splatters across her toes. Charles shrieks, concerned for the carpet beneath them, prompting Terry, who’s been jarred fully awake by the commotion around him, to clap his hand over the smaller man’s mouth. Rosa and Gina, meanwhile, are shrieking with laughter on the floor. All of a sudden, Amy sees the hilarity in her position, one leg extended sideways, caught mid-dance, and her foggy mind decides that lying down and laughing sounds like an appealing course of action.

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2 A.M

A/N: So this is the second installment of my apparently new A.M series that I didn’t even knew I needed on my blog. You can read Luke’s version here

Pairing: Y/N/College!Michael

Rating: PG-All

Request: No

Words: 6.000+

Summary: Y/N’s and Michael’s hate for each other won’t get any better when they’re paired up for a science project. And when a thunderstorm appears and Y/N isn’t safe to walk home she has to stay at Michael’s dorm against her will

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This Broken You

Admin Author: @wrenwritesometimes (sorry, it’s my writing blog)

A/N: @little-princess-wiccan asked: “Hi there I was wondering if you could make an imagine about Sam walking in on you trying to kill yourself and or self harming because of your abusive boyfriend but Sam loves you and you love him too. I know this seems weird but it helps me get through hard times. Can you make it very detailed?”

Dude, it’s not weird. x) If that’s what you’re afraid is weird, don’t be afraid to ask “weirder” ones! It makes writing interesting, to have a complicated plot or idea. It’s like a puzzle we gotta solve - means more brainwork. And don’t worry about detail, I’m gr8 at that. xD

Quick side note, beginning HEAVILY influenced by the beginning of “A Car, A Torch, A Death” by twenty one pilots whilst writing. Sorry? Nupe.
The ending was written to “Big Picture” by London Grammar, which is a very beautiful song. Kinda fits to.

Thanks too @imnoaingeal for reading through this and helping me!

Warnings: Mentions and kinda graphic explanation of self harm?? Woopsh??, mentions of (and actual un-intended not-so-“mentioned”-such-as-maybe-actual, woopsh) abuse, cursing, angst, and let’s add some floof… “a song’s never just sad”. Ooh, let’s have some confrontation too… violence.
Am I making it obvious that I’m outlining what potentially will be in this story through the warnings? Am I sorry? Nupe. Am I talking to myself in my own “author’s notes”?… Let’s move on.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

I hope your hard times become soft, my friend, and here we go:



The air felt thin when you started the car, as you seethed in your own special way…
Feeling angry and heartbroken at a situation you could easily end and walk away from.

But could you? Really?
It had been years… he knew everything about you… maybe that was the bad thing… every detail about you felt like blackmail when on his tongue.

There was always the lingering fear that he’d go to the authorities with your background as a hunter.
… at least that’s what he said once, when you said you’d leave him.

Suddenly, your heart seized, then sped up as your body forced an unpleasantly sharp inhale as you sobbed.
You couldn’t really breathe right…
You needed to pull over.

You didn’t realize where the destination you were aiming for was until you had cried for a good ten minutes.

You were silent, nothing but your car’s engine and the sparse passing cars rumbling down the road making a sound.

You stared at the road sign announcing the road you usually took to get to the one place you felt at home - really at home.

You had been on your way to the bunker.

You were hesitant, your shoulders hunched as you hung to the steering wheel desperately.

Sniffling, you shifted out of park and drove again.

Bunker.

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Negan Imagine ~ Secret pt. 2

After Negan finds out about the reader’s secret, her immunity, he takes her on his long planned trip to a special place

part 1

Originally posted by rikkisixx

You walked through the forest, side by side with Negan who had an arm casually wrapped around your waist.
As you walked you brought the shirt a bit back in place that had gotten ripped by a walker and still revealed scar with the teeth imprints.
You felt like a giant rock had lifted up from your shoulders since he had found out about your immunity, of course, you could have definitely passed on the way he had found out, but anyway, it was out, neither you nor Rick and the others had to hide it anymore and in the end, it was good this way.
But the one thing that still made you think a lot was the question where Negan planned to take you, he had made a big secret out of it and you really wanted to find out was behind all this.

You kept walking for awhile until you approached one of his men, leaning with a gun in his hands against a tree as his glance shot up as soon as he saw Negan and you coming closer.
“Everything peachy around here?”, Negan asked the man who nodded.
“Just a dead one an hour ago, but nothing more”, the man said as he looked at Negan.
“Great!”, Negan called enthusiastic out as he turned around to you and grinned at your still questioning glance.
He nodded deeper into the woods before placing his hand back on your waist and leading you further until you stood in front of a net of wires, spun around the trees to keep walkers away.
“Ladies first”, he said, nodding to the wires.
You climbed through the net, trying your best to not fall on your face until you finally came over to the other side.
“We’re close Sweetheart and damn, I even know what the fucking surprise is and it still tickles my balls!”, Negan said in the same enthusiastic sound again as he looked at you, biting his lip grinning.

Moments later you stood in front of a big cabin at a lake with big windows, a high pointed roof that made it look like a pretty luxurious version of the cabins you expected to see in a forest.
“Here we fucking are!”, Negan called out looking at you before he walked a bit closer to the house.
“Guess this thing belonged to some rich assholes before shit hit the fan but now, It’s all ours”, he said turning smirking around to you.
“My men found it a few weeks ago and I thought we could use it as some kinda getaway”, he said now with a bit softer tone in his voice.
”It’s beautiful”, you muttered, as your glance wandered over to the house and followed Negan inside.
You directly stood in a big room, with fireplace with leather couches around it on one side, high walls but that still had something that made it extremely cozy.
“Get yourself comfy on the porch, I’ll get us some food”, Negan said before he walked over to the kitchen in the back of the room.

You sat down on the couch that stood on the porch, leaned back into the soft fabric while you enjoyed the view over the lake until you heard Negan coming scoffing outside.
“What’s wrong?”, you asked, looking at him as he stood with a basket in his hands next to the couch.
“I prepared us some food but they just brought the fucking bread over here. How fucking dumb can a fucking human be”, he growled looking at the bread in his hands before he placed it on the small coffee-table.
You looked up to him seeing how he looked tensed and pondering at the table
“Don’t worry too much about it, bread is great”, you said slightly chuckling before he let himself fall next to you.
“Yeah, I just-”, he said before stopping and letting out a scoff.
“What?”, you asked muttering.
“Nah, doesn’t matter”, he said before you raised your voice.
“It does”, you said, not letting go of it this time.
“Just wanted every damn shit here to be fucking perfect”, he muttered reluctantly, looking at the lake while you felt how a smile formed on your lips.
Scooting closer to him you rested your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arm around his torso.
”It already is”, you mumbled against his skin.
“And this place, it’s great”, you muttered before he looked smirking over to you.
“Well, you haven’t even seen all. The bedroom is damn fine”, he said winking at you while you chuckled leaning back into the soft fabric of the couch as Negan grabbed the self-baked bread and gave it over to you.
“So, you don’t fucking have to tell me, really, but…how did it happen?”, he asked as he nodded over to your scar before you raised your voice.
“The story about the prison I told you? How I got out there..well I left out some parts”, you said, looking shortly up to Negan before you told him everything.
From how you got circled by walkers as you fought your way alone and unarmed out of the prison, how one of them somehow grabbed and bit you as you had no other way anymore than running through them if you didn’t want to die right there, how you damned that you didn’t have anything to stop yourself from turning to realizing that this bite wouldn’t make you turn and was basically just a big wound that almost completely healed until you got reunited with Rick and the others.
“Not gonna lie, it’s actually fucking cool”, Negan said grinning after listening to your story.
“I mean, if you let this scar unconcealed, damn I don’t think that there’s someone who’s gonna mess with you”, he said chuckling as he took a bite of his bread.
“I’ll think about it”, you laughed.
”Nah but to be serious now, calms me down to know that at least those dead fuckers are no danger to you”, he muttered, pulling you a little closer.
You smiled at him, pecking his lips before Negan looked for a bit at you as his glance lightened up.
“You know what? Undress”, he suddenly said before you looked a little irritated at him.
He chuckled at your facial expression and nodded over to the lake.
“Baby, don’t get me wrong I’d love to fuck you right on this couch here but since we’re going slow, we should rather heat up the fucking lake a little”, he said winking at you
“Oh and my men checked it all, there are no dead assholes in there”, he added before you could give him an answer.
“So you planned it?”, you asked as you began to take your jacket off while you looked grinning at him, as he stood up and began taking of his clothes.
As an answer, he just looked grinning back, his tongue between his lips while a chuckle left his throat.
“Of course you did”, you muttered as you got rid of your pants while Negan stood now in just his boxers in front of you.
“Let me help you with this”, he muttered grinning as he got you out of your torn shirt and his eyes began to roam over your body.
That was the first time he saw you without any shirt or else on that could cover your shoulder up and his glance told you that he liked what he saw.
Just seconds later he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulled you closer and walked over to the lake.

“Holy shit”, you called out as you felt the coldness of the water rushing from your feet through your whole body as slight waves hit it against your skin.
You heard Negan’s throaty chuckle before it suddenly stopped and you looked over to him seeing how he stood in the water and the coldness seemed to have caught his voice for a few moments before he talked again.
“We’re no fucking quitters”, he said tightening the grab on your waist to make sure you couldn’t move anywhere else than with him.
“Well then..”, you began slowly stomping into the water while you breathed harshly in feeling how the coldness got an impact on your body.
“That’s my girl”, you heard Negan mumble even though you could hear in his voice that the cold had some impact on him too.
“You know what-”, he said before he suddenly grabbed you, lifted you up and swung you over his shoulder as he placed a slap on your ass.
“Negan, what the fuck?!”, you asked laughing drumming on his back with your hands.
“Oh you’ll see”, he said chuckling as he began to stomp deeper into the water.

He suddenly stopped as he stood hip deep in the water.
”Wh-”, you began again before he made you stop though abruptly letting you slide down his back a good bit more, stopping as you dangled close above the water and you knew what he was about to do.
”Negan, don’t you dare”, you warned trying to wrap your arms around his torso, as he held you still for a moment.
”Ah okay”, you heard his voice but before you could even doubt his sudden giving in you landed head first in the cold water.
Your body got enclosed by the water before your flailing legs got you above the surface again.
You stood up, saw how Negan looked grinning at you before you caught your breath again.
“You goddamn asshole”, you chuckled, splashing water over to him before you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to get him with you under water.
“You don’t really think this is going to fucking work now do you?”, he asked chuckling while trying to keep his upper body above the water.
“And you don’t really think I’ll just let you do this without revenge huh?”, you asked grinning back.
You looked into his eyes and waited before you used an inattentive second of his to snap his legs away and pull him with you under water.
“Yes!”, you shouted laughing while you could feel Negan’s warm body pressing against yours in the cold water.
“Fuck”, he mumbled as he backed a little away and looked grinning at you.
You suddenly flinched up as you felt something touching your back, your throat escaped a high pitched sound, your glance shot behind you as you saw that this something was nothing else than algae and Negan’s chuckle sounded through the air.
“Damn Sweetheart you kill fucking dead assholes and get scared by this?”, he laughed raising his brows.
“I’m not”, you said slapping his chest playfully.
“Yeah, sure”, he said teasingly before pulling you into his embrace
He sunk a little more into the water, holding you tight.
Wrapping your arms around his neck you moved your body closer, wrapped your legs around his hips while feeling how his warm lips placed on your neck that was covered in a thin sheet of cold water and let your body fill with warmth.
“Damn…”, you heard his husky voice say, his lips meeting your neck again before he looked up, leaning his forehead against yours as some dark and wet hair strands fell into his face.
You hummed in approval, feeling him pressing against you before he suddenly flinched up, a shocked glance in his eyes as it shot next to him where some algae had stuck themselves against his skin.
“Oh look who’s now getting scared by algae”, you muttered grinning, while he shook his head laughing, right before pulling you close again.

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::This would be quite the relationship I have to say. I know I’ve gone overboard with imagines before, but I think I wrote a bit too much. Enjoy.::

                                                                                                -Nobody

[I actually wrote this Imagine back arooound episode 5 of Lucifer when it was only maybe a few days old? I didn’t really like my writing in it, but I saved it just in case.]

         Another one of those happy moments, just the two of you. Lucifer’s head resting in the crook of your neck while you sat on his lap, weaving your hand through his. The rings on your fingers, signifying your undying love would shine bright in the light of the beautiful sunrise. You didn’t even have to go to the balcony, Lucifer’s- Your home, captured the colors perfectly as if it were piercing through a glass prism. You could feel him sigh in content, the tickle of his breath causing you to giggle and him to smile wider. None of you were saying anything, the silence was comfortable all on its’ own. Of course you enjoy these moments of your marriage the most, because the days prior to this were- Well, let’s just go back and take a look at how your week had been.

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HighSpecs - Pleasure for two. NSFW stuff included. Read at your own risk.. or pleasure.

Swift and fast came her strikes as she landed the lance’s blade into the ground and pulled herself up into an aerial back-flip. Sticking her landing she used her strength to life the weapon from behind and swing it forward with such force that the leaves from nearby trees shook. Her silver hued pony-tail bounced with every step, with each twirl she sliced her lance and cut the open air. The soft noises of her grunts and groans echoed around her, the only noise to be heard this evening.

Sticking her blade out to the side, she stopped mid-step as she leaned forward on her foot. She could feel something in the distance; always have a keen sense for when prying eyes were on her. Setting the blunt end of her weapon to the ground below her, she turned on her heel and searched the forest with interest. That was when she saw the small circular light beaming between the trees. It was one of the Royal party members; she didn’t expect to run into them all the way out here. Nevertheless, she studied the figure for a moment before moving forward and closing the distance. A light sheen of reflection hit her gaze; glasses So it was Ignis whom ventured away from the party to gawk at her. A smile crept along her piercing features as she spread her free arm out, “Lovely meeting you out here… and you have even come prepared. I guess I always envisioned them bigger in my head…” A jest at his weapon of choice, Aranea being a fan of long-range fighting rather than up-close which was required for those who used daggers.

Taken aback by her comment for a moment, Ignis looked at his daggers with a soft sigh of relief. “Yes, well, size isn’t everything, knowing how to use what you have usually leaves you on top of any situation.” He jokingly fired back. “Forgive me if I interrupted you Miss Aranea. Seems you were working up quite a bit of a storm here so I came to investigate. I must say, your form with your lance is unparalleled.” As he spoke, he couldn’t help but keep his eyes constantly gazing over every inch of her. “I’ve been attempting to take up a lance myself, but still find myself favoring the daggers. Speed and precision are my forte, and I always know the best spots to strike my targets.”

“Size may not be everything, you are correct but I’m certain you make up for that with your skills, Specs but what can I say? I’m good with my hands…” She teased at him, a slight smirk placed on her plush tiers as she cantered towards Ignis; closing the distance quickly. “Besides I’ve seen what you can do with those tiny things, makes me wonder how you fair with something longer…" The Dragoon’s words held a bit of an innuendo, a soft chuckle escaping as she spoke. Her piercing gaze gave him a once-over from his button-down shirt and slacks, to the leather shoes he wore upon his feet. Always dressed to impress… She murmured as she placed her lance’s end into the ground and leaned on it.

Ignis kept his cool. Always the most level-headed of the group, he was never one to show much emotion, lest it cloud his judgment. Her commented resounded within him, all he could do was let out a slight smirk. “You’re always so busy engaging the battle from afar.” He said as he slowly began pacing around her “Perhaps you could change things up a bit and look at things from up close?” As he faced her rear, he couldn’t help but pause to take in the sight of her. Her form fitting armor showing off her long legs, he couldn’t help but wonder just how slender they would be without all the protection. With her leaning forward, he noticed every amazing curve on her body that he normally wouldn’t be able to see in their fast-paced battles. “You’d be surprised what a fresh perspective can reveal…” his voice trailed off as he continued to study her flawless figure.

Her eyes followed him to a certain distance as he started to pace around her, choosing to keep her stance rather than spin around to watch him. Though he couldn’t see it, a knowing smile was placed on her face as she felt his lingering gaze that he held on her leather clad backside. "I try not to get up to close and personal… you never know when the monster is going to snare you in its claws… then what will you do as you are face to face with a hungry beast that wants to eat you alive? Keeping your distance allows the opponent to come into your territory… and when they are just close enough…” She turned her face to look at him from the corner of her eye, a glint of mischievous behavior twinkling in it. With a quick step and a twirl of her wrist, her lance was pointed at Ignis’ throat; “You strike.” The words left her lips in a whisper, a sultry grin on her perfectly shaped tiers before she lowered her weapon.

Even with a deadly weapon and a deadlier wielder holding it, Ignis didn’t so much as even flinch. In one fell swoop, he shifted to the side of her lance and placed one of his daggers inbetween him and her weapon as a makeshift shield. He twirls around her backside and places one dagger to her neck but not so close as to show lethal intent and pressed the other blade to her back, so that she could feel the cold steel against her skin. “I simply keep a close eye on my opponent, every detail, every step, the balance of the weapon and how it’s being handled, things that I can’t ascertain from distance, and I use all this to my advantage to predict and strike at the right moment.” He turned the blade so the sharp edge was at the back of her leather and began to slice it, revealing her bare skin “And I always know where to strike.” He whispered softly, almost caressing her ear with his lips as he spoke.

She had not expected him to move so quickly, dodging even her impeccable ability to foresee her opponent’s actions. He had not only blocked her blade by a simple twirl of his daggers, but managed to come upon her back and gain the upper hand. With a blade to her neck and one to her back, all she could do was let out a light chuckle. He was good… That much was for sure. Ignis was leaning in close now though, she could feel the warmth of his breath on her ear just as the dagger on her back pressed down and ripped a long slit along the leather.

Aranea’s lips parted, she was shocked; had it been anyone but Ignis she would have been furious but right now her mind was set on just how close he was to her frame. Those soft lips daringly pressed near her ear. Hesitantly she turned her face to the side so that she could see him. The proper Chef looked pleased by his actions as she searched his gaze before she dipped under his arm and touched the slit he had created in her clothes. “I hope you know that that’s coming out of your paycheck, Specs… or should I return the favor and mess up your fancy royal clothes?” A slight smirk as she brought her hand forward and gave one of his buttons a light pull

“I’ll have you know, I tailor his majesty’s clothes, and I would be happy to fix that for you. I wouldn’t dare to take any actions if I wasn’t prepared to face the consequences.” Ignis stood firmly even as her hand was tugging at his shirt. He placed his hand on top of hers and gently caressed with his thumb. “Quite fine material indeed but still an easy fix. When I set out with his majesty, I was prepared to lose more than a few threads.” He turned to face her, still clasping her hand. “Can the same be said for you?” He asked, staring intently into her unwavering eyes.

Shivers raced the course of her spine as he spoke in such a way that it could be taken as a double entendre. Her gaze moved to their hands which touched as she toyed with the button of his shirt and he made no move to remove his digits either, this posed a question to her thoughts. …Was Ignis flirting with her, or was she reading him completely wrong? Pursing her lips, her throat suddenly dry as she tried to find the proper words, “I should say I was not expecting to have my clothes torn by you. …If you’re interested in what lies beneath, you don’t have to ruin the clothes in the process.” She jested back at him, holding her composure again as she gave his digits a soft pinch before pulling her hand away. “Run along Specs, the children may not fare well without you around to hold their hands." General contact never came easy to the Dragoon, she had a habit of using her words and body language to keep them close but not -too- close. She would tease and jest, but pull away when approached.

Ignis’ eyes quickly darted to their hands as she pulled her hand away from his. "M-my apologies, Miss Aranea, perhaps my curiosity made me a bit overzealous. I shall take greater care in the future.” Ignis had a tone of slight regret. Devoting his life in service to the throne had left Ignis with not much in the way of how to interact with a lady. Unsure if she was upset with him or continuing to jest with him, he wanted to tread on the side of safety and show the utmost respect to one of the most feared mercenaries in all of Eos. “You need not worry about my compatriots. I make sure they are well fed and they sleep soundly after every meal. Rest assured, the children won’t be missing their guardian.” Ignis quipped as he hoped to lighten the tension between them. “But perhaps you could use some attention yourself? I imagine your rigorous practice can be quite taxing on yourself?” Even though she tried to distance herself, Ignis still wanted to close the distance.

“Father Specs is always there to tuck them in..” A light sigh left her lips, wanting to dabble more about his over-bearing habits with the grown “adults” he traveled with but that was not her business. His forward assumption of her needs brought a smirk to her striking features, “Ah Ignis, I’m not a child… I can take care of myself. Trust in me…” The later part of her response came out in a soft whisper that carried on the breeze. Leaves picked up and twirled around them before landing some feet away. “What about you, Ignis? When do you find time just for yourself? Cleaning up after everyone has gone to sleep does not count.”.

Aranea still stood close, maybe a foot away as she held her lance in one hand; her free one forming to the curve of her hip. Her eyes studied Ignis for a moment, noting the piercing gaze he held behind his glasses, the soft curve of his lips and perfectly crafted nose. He was handsome, witty, and intelligent… the kind of guy women fawn over but never know how to approach. A slight blush formed on her cheeks as she gave more thought into the Royal parties Guardian. Realizing it was happening, she muttered a curse to herself and spun on her heel. How did he manage to have this kind of effect on her? You’re a bloody mercenary, Aranea. Get it together. Yet… here she was finding herself a bit awe-struck in his presence.

Ignis realized how silly his previous question was after the fearless Dragoon stated the obvious, but perhaps he overlooked such a simple thing out of intrigue of wanting to know more about the person that liked to keep her distance. “Of course, you are perfectly capable of looking out for yourself. There are very few people like you in the world.” Ignis pondered on her question for a bit. Taking time off, relaxing, were very foreign concepts to him. “As long as I can remember, I’ve been advisor to the king. All services requested by the king, I’ve been happy to oblige.” Ignis answered honestly and really didn’t mind that his whole life has been in service of the throne, it’s all he’s ever known. As she faced away and muttered to herself, Ignis was unsure of what to do. Even though she could be outwardly cold and distant, even though she had been affiliated with the Empire, Ignis felt a calmness in just being in her presence. Even though they had fought before, it’s as if that memory didn’t exist. Ignis leaned in and attempted to make contact with her again, this time placing a gentle hand to the very small bare skin that was exposed near her shoulder. “Is… everything alright, Miss Aranea?”

The touch to her shoulder made her flinch slightly, her instincts telling her to remove it but she relaxed and let it stay. Turning her head slightly to catch his concerned gaze, “Do you always treat your enemies so nicely?” There was a small smile on her face as she teased him gently. Her hand moved up and laid over his, the touch he gave was comforting and Aranea found herself drawn to it; wanting to revel in the feeling of closeness.

Contemplating on how she should handle this situation. She felt conflicted; wanting to pull him close but also push him away. Feelings of amore were not her forte but she was also not one to shy away from speaking her mind. Taking his hand fully in hers, she spun around on her heel to face him once more. Cut the chase and get right to it. "We might never me again, this could be our last time. Kiss me like the world will end… press your lips right up my spine…“ Her words came in a coo as she dropped her lance to the ground and placed the same hand on the back of his neck to pull him in close without another thought. Their lips met as she leaned up to him, savoring how soft his mouth was upon her.

Aranea stole the moment before Ignis could utter even a single syllable. This, all of this, was so new to Ignis. He never would have imagined himself in this moment, yet it felt right. Unsure of what to do with his hands at first, Ignis put his left hand to her cheek, brushing his thumb against her soft skin. This moment felt like bliss and he wanted to make she felt that way as well. With his right hand, he caressed her backside, even slipping his fingers into the slit he carved earlier, brushing the back of his fingers down her spine like a brush gently painting down a canvas. He turned his face towards the untouched side of her face and began to brush his lips down to her jawline and slowly began kissing his way down her neck, savoring every bit of her that he could taste.

There it was, the beast had her opponent within her grasp. Her "claws” gently raking at the bare flesh on the back of his neck. Though this was in a sense wrong, Aranea was not one to care for morals; acting as she found fit to please her own personal gains. A soft nip to his lip was given before he moved downwards along her jawline with interest. This elicited a gentle noise of approval from the Dragoon while her free hand began to make quick work of the buttons along his pressed garment till they reached his navel; yanking the shirt from its tucked confines of his pants.

Aranea took a moment to admire his slim build, just the right amount of muscles for a man who was in shape. He had the body of an early twenties male but his mind was far beyond his physical age. With his shirt now open, she wasted no time in exploring his exposed flesh with her digits.

Ignis let out gentle groans as he felt the Dragoon’s fingertips wander about his body. Though hardened and sharp, her touch was soft and sent waves coursing throughout his body. Though no words were exchanged, he felt much gratitude that his body was appreciated. “Please allow me to do the same.” He spoke softly as his hands began to pry away at the armor that encased the beautiful woman. With each piece he removed, he felt as if he was liberating her from the cold exterior she maintained. How many men have had the chance to see her like this, so intimate, so vulnerable? He thought to himself. Not likely very many, at least that are still breathing. As he finished removing the last pieces, Ignis couldn’t help but stop and take in the sight of the exposed Dragoon, so fair, so slender. He touched his thumb to her lower lip and brushed down to her chin. “I’ve never seen anyone quite like you. Simply… stunning.” He spoke timidly, as if wanting approval or assurance that he was worthy to be in her company like this.

Aranea’s hand followed his, helping to undo the latches as she tossed the pieces of armor nearby in the grass. Gauntlets, shoulder pads, it all fell from her frame as Ignis did so with haste. It was almost like he had done this before, the very thought of Ignis being intimate with someone made her furrow her brows. Only she could truly appreciate the Chef for all he was worth, but she really needed to break him of this etiquette he held. “…Ignis, I am but a mercenary, not some Princess needing you to be my Prince Charming.“ Her lips parted, a soft noise of pleasure coming forth as he pressed his thumb to the lower tier briefly.

The words he spoke were so full of genuine awe that it had the fierce Dragoon blushing slightly. “…Well I don’t normally go for the clean-cut Royal type, but I think I can make an exception just this once." She dodged his words with a quip of her own, but her gaze held his and before she knew it; a flustered smile crossed her face. What was he doing to her? Turning her into some goofy love-sick Princess? Ugh. She almost hated how warm she felt with having him so close, but she also reveled in the same feeling. Gently she pulled his thumb up to her lips once more and nipped the tip with a grin. "Going to treat me like a real lady or just stand there gawking?”

There was something animalistic about her, not just in her claws, or her wild movements, something deep within her. Ignis wasn’t sure how to handle her untamed spirit, but he was determined to give it his all. “My apologies, Miss Aranea. In my defense, I have only ever known maids to his highness and Lady Lunafreya. I have never met someone as eccentric as yourself. That said, I shall do my best to cater to you to the best of my ability.” This time, he pressed his lips to hers once more but took her lower lip between his teeth, nibbling her soft flush and suckling it. As their lips stayed interlocked, he put one hand to the back of her head and grasped at her smooth and soft hair. With his free hand, he grasped at her neck and slightly dug his nails into her skin, slowly clawing them down her neck to her collarbone. As he was doing this, he slowly guided her backwards until she was pinned against a tree. He brought his hips towards her, keeping her locked between himself and the rough bark behind her. A former associate of the Empire with the advisor to the soon-to-be king, in a moment like this. What are the chances? He knew he had to make the most of this, she was right, they may never get something like this again.

Mm… She muttered into the kiss as he nipped her lower tier with interest, their kissing passionate and care-free this night. Ignis seemed to be getting the hint that he did not need to be held with child-gloves and Aranea’s body was thrilled as shivers raced through her body the moment his nails trailed down her collarbone. She couldn’t help but return the favor as her nails slipped under the fabric covering his back. With pressure, she drug her nails down from his shoulder-blade to the muscular flesh of his lower back, enough force to leave a red trail with her burgundy painted digits. Aranea broke the kiss for a moment as she reached up to touch his frames, lifting them up and off the bridge of his nose. “I am certain you can find your way with just your hands just fine…” With gentle measure, she tossed his glasses onto the grass near her armor. Next, she went to work on that pesky shirt; sliding it off his frame and to the pile of their things.

Now met with his unshielded piercing gaze, her lips parted as she stared into the beauty that which he inhabited. She was at a loss for words to finally see him so up close as he pinned her against the tree with his hips. As she stared on, without thinking she bit her bottom lip before scooping the back of his head into her palm and pulling him in for another kiss. He tasted so clean, so sweet and she could not help but want more. His pristine aroma filled her senses while her free hand moved to his waist and began to undo his belt with gentle measures. What a sight this must have been… the Dragoon and the Royal Advisor hidden deep within the forest, half dressed and hungry for the other’s touch…

Ignis finally looked upon the gorgeous figure with unfiltered eyes and noticed just how truly beautiful her eyes were. He released soft groans as her nails left their mark on him. Never had he experienced such sensations, he could feel his face flush with embarrassment knowing that her eyes were on him while he was experiencing this, but he was determined to keep a strong demeanor, to be the man she deserved to be sharing all of this with. Ignis pulled his lips away from hers to speak. “My hands”, he went in for another kiss and spoke again, “won’t rest”, he went in for another kiss, “until they’ve memorized your body”, and another. As she finished undoing his pants, he instinctively ground his pelvis against hers, revealing to her just how aroused he had become. Each of his hands cupped her breasts from outside her bra. He caressed them, squeezed her soft flesh between his fingers, and rubbed them in circular motions, pushing them together every so often. He kissed his way done her jawline, towards her neck, and began to kiss her collarbone, nibbling on it as well. “I wish to taste more of you.” He whispered before continuing to indulge himself.

Their hips touched with undeniable lust, this apparent from the Royal as he pressed his arousal against his navel causing her to bite her lip and let out the faintest of moans. Between the kisses, he had placed down her form, his words speaking of more to come; she was waiting with bated breath to feel his form entwined with hers. The delicate digits of his hands caressed her bosom, but she wanted the skin to skin contact; craving it as she took it upon herself to undo the snap between the pair and release her perky mounds of flesh to the open air. Her pert pink buds had a small black bar bell pierced through the center of each one, the breeze causing them to immediately harden even without his touch. "A real woman is all about convenience…“ The words left her lips with a chuckle as she squirmed her hips against his. Using her boot, she pushed his pants down his thighs to his ankles; her curious hands moving to stroke his manhood through his boxers with a teasing touch. He felt so warm under her digits, so hard too. She always knew he was packing more than he let on and Aranea was not disappointed. When his lips and teeth met her collarbone, she moaned out his name with a breathless whisper. "Ignis…” He sure knew how to make a lady wait, that’s for sure but she would let him continue his exploration of her frame before taking matters into her own hands, after all… this was a conquest of her own and she wanted to make sure he enjoyed what she could offer him.

Ignis’ fingers naturally gravitated towards her soft buds, pinching each between his middle fingers and thumbs. He began rolling them between his fingers, and almost playfully batting at the black bars with his index fingers, while continuing to kneed her soft flesh with his palms. He froze at the sensation of having his member stimulated, he couldn’t help but look down with his mouth agape as he watched the Dragoon manipulate his covered flesh to her whimsy. “You really are quite dexterous.” He tried to quip as she continued to tease him. He could feel himself surging with sensation with every move she made. Being previously untouched, his sensitivity was magnified. He felt it unfair that he was receiving so much pleasure, he felt the growing urge to reciprocate. He quickly moved his hands from her breasts, brushing them down her waist until he reached her hips. He forcefully pulled at the last remaining piece of outerwear left, unveiling her small, supple hips, along with her slender thighs. Even with no prior experience of what to do, Ignis knew he had to place his lips to the space between her thighs and kiss her just as passionately as they had been. He placed his lips on her freshly revealed black panties and began slowly grinding his teeth shut against her crotch.

What a sight… The prime and proper Ignis kneeling in front of the dragoon with his mouth pressed against her panties willingly. A gentle groan left her lips as he ground his mouth against her womanhood. While it was an unusual way to pleasure a woman, he was still causing her to squirm under his touch as she wanted to really feel him inside her. Whether it be his manhood, digits, or tongue she was dying to give the Royal advisor a try. After all, his charm and good looks had instantly won her over from the time they first met in battle.

Hooking her fingers into her panties, she tugged them down slowly to reveal her bare nethers to the cool air around them. Her lips parted as the breeze kissed her sensitive flesh; gaze meeting his unhindered with lust in her eyes. Deciding to help guide him, she bent down to his level and kissed his mouth hard as she pushed him down to the ground; their tongues dancing together wildly as she sat down on his stomach. Slowly her lips trailed to his ear, taking a moment to bite the lobe, “…I’m going to prop myself up over your face while I pay careful attention to you…“ A grin crossed her lips now as she gave him one final kiss to his mouth before she kicked her remaining clothes off and tossed them to the pile near them.

With the plush grass beneath them giving them a bedding of sorts, she stood up in her tall stature giving the innocent looking Ignis a once over before she turned to reveal her back to him. Slowly she climbed down on his chest, looking back at him from over her shoulder. She reassured him of her actions as her hands moved his boxers down past his arousal; giving her the full view. "Ignis…" Aranea purred as her hand moved to stroke his length within her palm, a comforting touch to someone inexperienced in this. "I’m going to move my womanhood over you now.” She stated as if giving orders to her troops and she was up on her knees and gliding her plush backside backwards. Placing each knee firmly next to his face, she lowered herself very slowly over his delicate features. Holding herself above him now, letting him take the initiative to explore while she bent forward over his groin. One hand placed to the grass near his hip, she guided his head into her mouth now with a coo. A steady, fluid rhythm was built as she bobbed along the shaft. Her other hand pressed to his hip as she held herself there, twirling her tongue around the sensitive head and using pressure as she glided down to the base.

Things developed quickly and the usually calm and level-headed strategist found himself in a haze. Ignis tried to focus his attention on the slightly glistening nether mere inches away from his face but so many sensations were bombarding him from below. The soft touch of her warm fingers wrapped around his shaft, the warm and wet feel of her lips enveloping his tip and suddenly being subjected to the cool breeze, it made his stiffness pulse like he never imagined. Ignis felt the desire to buck his hips up at her face, to keep his member constantly in the warmth of her mouth but resisted, intent on letting her carry out as she pleased. It was as if they were competitors once more, this time with the goal of giving the other more pleasure. With this in mind, Ignis placed each hand to her rear cheeks and spread them. Curious as to how her essence tasted, Ignis gave several small laps at her small blossom and sucked at the droplets of nectar that had begun to form. I’ve never tasted anything quite this exquisite. Eager for her to produce more for him to enjoy and pressed his lips fully to hers and began devouring away at her fleshy pink. As his mouth worked on her nether, his hands massaged her rear flesh mounds. He dug his nails into her, slowly clawing at her, occasionally daring so far as to give her light strikes with his palms to leave his mark on her.

His sudden interest in her womanhood had Aranea crying out as she came up from a breather from his length. With nails clawing at her skin and even a few spanks she was pleased he was starting to really get into this. He would be rewarded for his efforts and charming abilities as she groaned out his name while he tongue dwelled into her core, "Mm… Ignis..“ She cooed with a bated breath, finding it hard to concentrate on the pleasure she was trying to give him on the sensitive, rigged flesh between his thighs. Parting her lips, she took him once more and began to double in her efforts with a quick and furious pace. Tongue slide the length of his shaft, lips sucking at the tip as she teased him mercilessly. The hand on hip moved to cup his hanging fruit and cupped them within her palm, rotating the heavy orbs with a gentle touch. For someone who seemed to be so inexperienced he was getting really good at this. Between the spanks to her flesh and the attention he paid to her hardened button she was already getting ready to come undone on his face alone. That thought had her wondering how he would fair if he were to bury himself into her core and take her against that tree. The dragoon only wished she could watch the Royal right now, his beautiful face weaving between her thighs as he willingly teased her, what a sight it must be to see him finally letting loose. With patience, she knew she would be looking at his striking features once more. Another few moans vibrated on his length now; coming back up for air she continued to stroke him with an eager palm.

Ignis pulled his face away from her briefly to let out a sharp groan as the new sensation of having his balls fondled surprised him. As if having my tip stimulated wasn’t enough and now this? If they were actually competing, Ignis found himself losing the upper hand. Ignis pressed his face to her flesh once more and began using his tongue to gently penetrate into her depths. He could hear the soft gasp escape her muffled lips and aimed to get more melodious sounds from the fierce lady. His tongue slowly extended further into her cavern and he began slowly flickering it inside her while continuing to suck away at the warm juices that trickled out of her. He tried to reach his tongue to the walls of her inner flesh and began working his tongue in circles, exploring as much inside of her as he could. With one hand, he lifted her slightly, enough that he could slide his hand between their intertwined bodies and felt around near her nether, attempting to massage her from the exterior as his tongue massaged her interior. When his fingers came across something small yet hardened much like the buds on her breasts, he began to trace circles around it with his fingertip.

The moment he discovered her most sensitive place; her clit Aranea was a mess of pleasure filled noises with both his mouth and his hands exploring her nethers. She could barely concentrate on what her mouth was doing on his manhood as she came up for a breath, his name coming forth in a bated breath again; "Oh fuck, Ignis..” Her dirty mercenary mouth showing again as her thighs quivered to his touch. Her orgasm was coming quickly, building as he gave her body such detailed attention. Digits curled into the grass beneath her hand as she let out one last curse under her breath and her peak took her. Aranea came undone under the intricate stylings of his mouth as waves of pleasure poured over her. "Ignis!“ She cried out as her walls pulsed around his tongue, coating it with her womanly juices. A gift for all his hard work. All the while her trembling hand still stroked his shaft, keeping him going while she tried to regain some of her composure. How did she become so lucky to have such a beautiful creature give her the time of day? Ignis was such an exquisite form of a male in every way. She just had to have him..

Ignis’ lips curved into a grin as the woman cursed at him. He felt a sense of accomplishment as he received feedback that his handiwork was being well received. As he felt her tremble on top of him, he paused to watch the incredible sight of a woman climaxing for the first time. He gently placed his hands to her waist, trying to help her recover from the pulsating waves coursing through her body. He had no idea what was happening inside her very body, what she was experiencing, he just knew that it was simply incredible if it brought such a strong woman to her knees and cooing helplessly. He slowly sat himself up, shifting her so that she was squatting upright on top of him. "Are you alright, Miss Aranea?” He gently stroked his fingers through her soft, while exposing her neck so that he could press his lips to her nape, repeatedly planting kisses over the same spot.

“Oh yes, Ignis.. I am alright…” A soft laugh left her lips for the first time in a long while she felt like she could be herself in front of someone else. Ignis gave her an overwhelming sense of happiness and comfort with how considerate he was of her. He truly was perfect in every way. An almost sad thought crossed her mind as she realized this may be their only time together. Certainly, she couldn’t be soft with Ignis when he was with the royals and who knows if they would have the chance to meet again like this. She was a mercenary and he the future King’s advisor but right now she reveled in how warm his touches made her feel as she kneeled in front of him. Slowly though she turned to face him, taking his face within her palms, "Iggy…“ A name she had never called him before until now, "I cannot take away this special moment from you. You are too perfect, too kind, save yourself for the woman who manages to win your heart… for she will be the luckiest woman alive.” Peppering his lips with a few soft kisses, “But I can still finish what I started, I won’t leave you high and dry.” Slowly her hand reached between his legs, starting up her stroking again as she kissed him with passion. Her nimble digits teased over his head before applying pressure as she went down; continuing her fluid rhythm.

Everything about this person that was right before him was intoxicating, from her looks, to her laugh, the way she carried himself. Ignis gave a slight frown at her words, but he wasn’t about to force himself on her, it just simply wasn’t in his nature. His level-headedness told him that it just simply wasn’t practical to fall for someone in a short amount of time, to really get to know someone, that took time, yet from just interacting with Aranea, merely being in her presence, he felt something for her, beyond his primal desire. “You are… too kind, Miss Aranea.” he murmured while continuing to stroke his fingers between her smooth strands. “I am undeserving of your praise.” As she continued where she left off, Ignis watched as she worked. He slightly gave in to his desires and held the side of her head, somewhat guiding her lips up and down along his shaft. “You are truly an amazing woman.” He managed to blurt out while trying to maintain himself.

Coming up to look at him briefly as her hand gave his shoulder a soft squeeze, “I only give praise where it is deserved, Ignis. Trust in me…” Her words were a whisper up to him as she pressed her lips upon his manhood once more, weaving herself in a fast but gentle rhythm. Using her one free hand to gently stroke the base as she sucked on just the head, teasing with licks and strong suckles. Her main goal was to make sure Ignis enjoyed himself, if anyone he was deserving to be treated so and she could not think of a better way than to give him a bit of a stress reliever. As she moved further down his length, her hand moved to massage underneath once more. Every touch, every lick, she was helping him build that impending orgasm with earnest effort. Never in her days had she cared enough about a man to stick around long enough to see him satisfied but the handsome chef was a different case all together. While she was not in-love with this man she held feelings for him; the connection was undeniable.

The sight of Aranea servicing him with her lips and hand was incredible. Earlier, he was completely focused on arousing her and didn’t even bother to imagine what was happening to his manhood, now he didn’t even have to imagine. Watching her head bob up and down and seeing her tongue occasionally twirl around his top made Ignis all the more aroused. What was most satisfying of all was knowing that she genuinely wanted to pleasure him, nothing else mattered, just the two of them, giving each other the utmost satisfaction. He slowly felt something building up inside him and the urge felt greater and greater. Even though he was experiencing this for the first time, he knew what was about to happen. “M-Miss Aranea, I can’t hold back any longer.” He grunted while his hips bucked towards her face. He felt sweet release as his member pulsated, surrounded by the hot wetness of her mouth. What felt like an eternity of pleasurable waves crashing over him soon came to an end and he found himself almost immobile. “That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced, you truly know how to handle anything.” He smiled down at the beauty, an incredible feeling of attachment towards her filling him up inside.

Like a true lady, she turned away as she pulled from his manhood, placing her hand over her mouth for a moment; finishing with a wipe to the back of her hand. Slowly she turned back towards him with a soft gaze of appreciation for his beautiful nude form. A slight blush on her pale cheeks before she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to his jawline, “Thank you, Ignis.. for allowing me to service you in such a way. I do hope we’ll meet again sometime. After all, you owe me for ripping my clothes a bit.” A slight wink was given before she brushed her digits along his cheek and stood.

The beautiful dragoon picked up his frames and placed them on the bridge of his nose before returning to her clothes and redressing with relative ease. After all, this was a daily routine and she had it down to a T. Leathers first, then came the armor as she covered up her lithe frame from prying eyes. Finally, she picked up her helmet and her lance, giving Ignis one last look as he too redressed himself with a rather flushed expression. "See you later, Specs…“ And with that she took off in a run, dipping past branches as she disappeared into the dark. Though her night had ended with an unexpected turn of events, she would cherish the feeling he shared with her; her first real lover of sorts that she hadn’t experienced in ages.


[Thanks for reading, I apologize for any errors in text or spelling… I didn’t do a proofread before uploading. It’s 2 am over here. Enjoyyyy.]

The Drug In Me Is You (Bughead) Pt. 1

Summary: Betty Cooper went to the Two Crows Nightclub after she caught her longtime boyfriend, Archie Andrews, cheating on her. She expected to get so wasted she would puke up her guts, but what she didn’t expect, was to be sexually harassed by an unnamed man, and saved by a beanie-clad troublemaker.

Betty Cooper downed all of her shots even faster yet, eyes closed and head thrown back. She sighed as she set her last one down. Her meadow green eyes scanned the bar, searching for the bartender. She found him sliding a dark drink to a man with a band T-shirt. She waved her hand in the air sloppily. “Gonna need some more over here,” She said in a not-so-clear-but-also-not-slurred voice. She wasn’t drunk enough yet. She could still think about what happened, and she wanted to do anything else but that.

The bartender grimaced. “We’re going to have to cut you off, Miss. You’ve had too many,” He explained apologetically. She scoffed, but looked away. She drummed her fingers on the wood of the bar, mind wandering back to what she had witnessed only hours ago.

She opened the door to her apartment, bags of food in hand and grin on her face. “Arch?” She called into the darkness of her living room. Her hands slid against the wall, searching for the light switch. “Archie?” She called again as light filled the room. No response.

She dropped the bags for a moment to untie her hair. It fell in waves to her shoulders and she messed with it for a moment, trying to relieve her scalp of the headache caused by the tight hairstyle. She was glad to be back home. It had been a hard day at work. There were so many stories at once. Missing kid, murder of an elderly man, rape of a teenage girl. It made her feel sick. What kind of world did they live in?

She slid off her grey jacket and tossed it onto the couch. She unbuttoned the first couple of buttons to her white blouse, as it had previously been up to her neck, and kicked off her black heels. She picked up the bags from their favorite Chinese restaurant, excited to show him that she had surprised him with food and hoping he hadn’t eaten yet. She had decided he must have been sleeping as she came closer to their bedroom. Otherwise he would have responded to her constant calls.

“Archie?” She whispered as she slowly opened the door, trying not to wake up her boyfriend too aggressively. That’s caring Betty Cooper for you. She always put him before her. Whatever Archie wanted, Archie got. Perhaps all the work she put into having a perfect relationship was all for nothing. Everyone knew how undeserving of Betty’s loving treatment Archie was. The sweet girl stayed oblivious to the whispering, but there was always an nagging little voice in the back of her head that had similar words to her friends. “Archie doesn’t love you as much as you love him, Betty. This relationship is toxic, Betty. Leave him, Betty.” But she ignored it.

Until now. The food crashed to the ground, spilling rice and chicken onto the soft grey carpet. For there, in the bed she shared with Archie, was the red headed boy with Veronica Lodge on top of him. They both turned around as soon as she opened the door. Veronica and Betty gasped while Archie stayed in stunned silence. The blonde girl grabbed onto the doorframe to steady herself.

“Archie? Veronica?” The blond girl asked. She knew it was them, of course, but she was hoping she was wrong. Maybe this was a dream. She didn’“t just walk in on her bestfriend and boyfriend having sex, right? Betty, oh my god, wait.” Veronica panicked, pulling the sheets over her exposed body and tumbling off of Archie.

“Betty, let me explain,” Archie begged, following Veronica’s lead. Betty felt the blood rushing from her neck to her cheeks. “I don’t think this requires explaining, Archie Andrews. What’s happening her looks pretty obvious to me,” She fumed. “Well…” He trailed off, racking his brain for an excuse. He sighed. “Yeah, I got nothing.” Betty felt something snap.

“I’m going to castrate you Archibald!” Betty screamed. “Get out!” She screeched at the trembling Lodge. “Betty-” She tried and failed to negotiate with the hurt girl. “Get out!” She shouted again, throwing Veronica’s dress at her.

She obeyed, pulling her clothes on as quick as lightening, scared the enraged Betty was going to murder her like she almost murdered Chuck, but this time, there would be no one to stop her. Betty glared at her as she walked through the doorway. She rushed out of the apartment without another word, knowing trying to apologize would just make things worse.

She marched towards her wardrobe, pulling out the most club-ish clothes she could find. “Betty, where are you going?” Her oblivious boyfriend dared to speak. Her head snapped in his direction. “Out! Don’t wait up,” She screeched, and with that, she was out the door.

She had changed in the Uber to the Two Crows Nightclub with intentions of getting so drunk she couldn’t think straight. She didn’t want to think anymore. She just wanted to drown in alcohol, so that’s what she was going to do.

She was pulled out of her reverie was a raspy voice. “Hey there, hot stuff.” it said. She rolled her eyes, looking towards the source of the noise. “Not interested,” She said, turning her attention away from him. “Playing hard to get? Sexy. I like feisty ones,” He purred. Betty leaned away from him. “Get lost, buddy,” She growled.

He took her trying to get away as an opportunity to lean closer to her. Now she could smell his breath. He reeked of stale tobacco and whiskey. She gagged. He was probably around her age, 22. Perhaps a bit older. His skin showed signs of aging though. His skin stretched over his cheek bones, making him resemble a skeleton. His teeth were yellow and crooked and he had tattoos from his wrists to the top of his neck. He was the epitome of a creep.

“Let’s get outta here. Wanna go back to my place or yours? Or we could book a motel. That way we could be as sloppy as we want and not have to worry about the mess,” He whispered in her ear, already starting to pull her up by her waist. She writhed in his grasp. “No,” She said, trying to wriggle away, but he was too strong.

“It’s fine,” He assured her, “People have sex all the time. It’s nothin’.” Her heart beat quickened and her pulse started racing. “I don’t want to have sex with you, pig. Let go of me right now,” She said, her voice shaking with fear. He acted as if she hadn’t even spoke.

She was drunk enough to comprehend what was happening, but she wasn’t sober enough to think of a good solution, let alone trying to free herself from his inked arms. She hoped for a miracle, otherwise this night was going to be a catastrophe. She closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them, this would all have been a dream. Nightmare, rather. She hoped that Archie hadn’t cheated on her. She hoped that her best friend hadn’t just betrayed her. She hoped that she wasn’t being sexually harassed.

She regretted wearing the little black dress Kevin had insisted she buy. The one with the lace on the top, the neck so low that it showed half of her stomach, and the skirt only going mid-thigh. He wouldn’t have noticed her if she had been wearing one of her usual pink sweaters and jeans. She would have faded away standing next to the other girls at the bar.

She opened her eyes finally and was surprised to find she was sitting on the same barstool the man had tried to drag her off of. The man was still there, but now he was look at something in the distance. She didn’t know when his pulling had come to a halt, but he hadn’t let go of her waist yet. She was still grateful, though.

She didn’t know why he had stopped until she turned around, following the creep’s line of vision. There was a boy about her age, running towards them with a bottle of vodka in his hand. “Hey, Lyla! I’m so sorry I took so long. Took me forever to find this.” He grinned, waving the bottle in the air. Betty was confused and captivated. Confused because her name wasn’t Lyla, but captivated because of his beauty.

He was stunning. Breathtaking, even. He had soft-looking raven hair and icy blue eyes. His jawline alone looked like it could cut an apple and it seemed as if if you touched his Adam’s apple, you would need stitches. He wore a black leather jacket and a toothpick hung lazily between his lips.

All of a sudden, he looked aggravated. “You’re not going to leave me here for him, are you? I thought we were going to have a night out together,” He pouted. Then it clicked. She smiled a small smile. At least not everyone was awful. Maybe this night would get better.

“Of course not, Eric,” She said. The attractive boy looked at the sinister man. “You can leave now,” He barked. The man looked to Betty, then to ‘Eric.’ “Now,” The latter repeated. The coward of a man scampered off, tail between his legs like a scared puppy. Betty sighed with relief.

“Thank you so much,” She said sincerely. “It was no problem. It saw him grabbing at you and did what any decent human would do.” He frowned. “Are you okay?” He stepped closer to her. She didn’t flinch like she did when the other stranger got closer to her. “I’m okay. Just a bit weirded out. What’s your name?” Betty inquired. “Jughead Jones,” He said with an outstretched hand. Betty took it and shook it with a genuine smile curving on her lips. “Well, Jughead Jones, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Betty Cooper.”

Wanted (5)

Oh dear. A continuation of Wanted, huh? 

Well, you guys are hella amazing to love this AU so much to wait out 6 months for me actually get part 5 up. But here it is~! Yaaay! And it’s kinda long. So I do hope you all enjoy.

AU: Wanted
Pairing: Rhack, Rhysothy, Jackothy, Rhackothy
NSFW-ish

After his ‘episode’ at the airport, the dark burdening curse of his unexplainable dilemma resumed its macabre existence beneath his skin. It was as if it gave off a perfectly recognizable scent solely through his pores - only detectable by the frightening, broken minds that constantly attempted to seize him for their own.

Sleep had been impossible to find, up until it wasn’t.

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Not Afraid Anymore Chapter 6 (Pearlet) – Columbia

Hello loves, how is everyone? This chapter is a 6k mess of mixed emotions, Chinese takeout, Clueless, and something that might be considered both a good thing and a bad thing at the end ;-)))) But you’ll have to read it to know what I have in store.  I didn’t quite realise how much I had written until the counter thing at the bottom of my screen said page 8… so I hope you have time😊.  As always thank you so much for the lovely comments I have received so far, it really warms my heart; feedback and criticism is always welcome, as long as it is constructive of course.  I hope you enjoy!  Kisses xxx

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A New Neverland (Peter Pan Imagine)

Originally posted by pan-imagines

(A/N: You liked Plot B for the storyline, so I hope you enjoy :] )

Y/N POV

“You nervous?” Emma asked me when we arrived to my school.

I haven’t been to school in years, what kind of things do I learn how? Am I smart enough? Will I have friends? Are some Lost Boys here? So many things are running through my head right now, I feel sick.

“Emma, I don’t think this is a good idea. What if I don’t fit in? What if people don’t like me? I haven’t been to school in years, what if I’m not smart enough. I can’t do this, take me back to my cell.” I panicked backing away from the main doors.
“Hey hey hey hey, slow down. Breathe. I know this is a big change for you, maybe we should’ve given you a little time to adjust instead of just forcing you right in. Do you want to go back home?” Emma asked.

I looked at the big school, saw all these people my age looking at me and whispering among themselves. I hated when people talked behind me back, they should be brave and tell it to my face instead behind my back. In Neverland, I would punish those who talked behind my back, but here no one knows who I am. They don’t fear me and I don’t have magic. I’m useless and a nobody.

“Yes, I wanna go home.” I said.

Emma nodded her head and got the car started. I was getting in the car when I heard someone yell out.

“Hey look everybody! It’s the Queen of Neverland.” A boy said in a mocking tone. “This is the girl we’re suppose to fear? I don’t see anything but a wimp running away from reality.”

Everyone who was in the courtyard started to laugh.

“She’s nothing but a basket case.” 

That made everyone laugh even more. I saw two Lost Boys next to the boy who was making fun of me at his side laughing.

“Dylan. James. You’re gonna let him talk to me like that? I am your-” I called out to them but Dylan cut me off.
“Queen? Not anymore. We’re not in Neverland anymore, I don’t have to listen to you or Pan. Pan is dead and you’re powerless.” Dylan said.
“Yeah without him you have no magic. You’re useless.” James said.
“You’re in the real world now, your majesty, and here I am king.” The boy said.
“That’s enough. Everyone in school now or I’ll have you all arrested for bullying, public disturbance, and harassment.” Emma said causing everyone to run inside. “You alright kid?” 

I looked at her and then at my hands. I looked up to her with tears in my eyes before taking off into the streets. I heard her calling my name and running after me, but after a few moments it was gone. I don’t know where I’m going, but anywhere is better than here. My vision was blurry because of my tears, I tripped on something and tumbled down a hill. When I finally stopped my body hurt, but it didn’t matter. I was use to this. I stayed on the ground for a moments before sitting up and bringing my knees to my chest. Everything is back to the way it is. This is why I left this place for Neverland. The people. The humiliation. Reality. It’s like dejavu, it was a moment like this when Peter came and found me. 

“Get out of here you street rat!” The man said throwing me outside.

Damn it, this is my third job this month I’ve been fired from. I picked myself up from the dirty ground and walked home in shame. My dad is going to kill me. As I walked home I other kids throwing their trash at me and calling me names. Adults giving me looks of disgust and calling me filthy. When I got home, my dad was sitting on the coach passed out with an empty beer bottle in his hand. Typical. I went to my room to change out of my clothes and into somewhat clean ones. I went back to the kitchen and find something to eat. In the fridge, Beer. In the cabinet, more beer. He has enough money to buy beer, but never food. My stomach growled and continued to search for food. I finally found some bread, that had mold on it. I just cut the part with mold on it and at the rest of it. Disgusting but it’s all we have. I heard my dad mumble something before waking up.

“Oh you’re back, did you bring home food?” He asked.
“No, I was fired.” I said.
“WHAT?! Again?!” He yelled.
“Yes, he caught me trying to steal food.” I said with my head down.
“God you’re so useless. I taught you how to steal it without him knowing, but still messed up. Can’t you do anything right?!” He said throwing his bottle at me, that I dodged. 
“Can’t you be an actual father and get a job yourself.” I said rolling my eyes.
“Hey! Don’t you dare talk to me like, I’m your father. Without me you wouldn’t have clothes to wear and a roof over your head.” 
“With you I have no clean clothes, food to eat, a leaking roof and the reputation of a street rat.” 
“You little shit, I can’t wait until you leave. I’ll finally will have peace and quiet around here.” 
“Where am I going exactly.”
“This argument is over, go put on something more appealing. The guy will be here soon to get you.” My dad said laying back down on the couch.
“Excuse me? What guy? Did you sell me?” 
“Yeah and got good money for it, for don’t be a pain to him.”

I was enraged. Furious. I picked up an empty bottle and throw it at my dad. It smashed on the wall right above his head and had him jumping on his feet.

“What the hell! Are you trying to kill me?” He yelled.
“Yes I am! I rather have you dead than alive, it’s now my life dream to see you burn in hell. You sold me for money. Your own daughter. Mom would have never let you do that!” I yelled.
“Well that bitch is dead so I can do whatever I want with you.” He said.
“I hate you.” I yelled and ran to my room locking the door. 

I was breathing heavy, pulling at my hair with tears pooling at my eyes. I grabbed my bag and stuffed as much of my things as I could. I opened my window and jumped down. I looked back at my home before taking off into the woods. My eyes were blurred by my tears and I tripped tumbling down a hill. My body hurt as I finally fell still on the ground. I turned on my back and looked up at the sky. I didn’t realise how cloudy it was until now. It began to rain, thunder and lightening spread throughout the sky. At least the rain is washing away the dirt from my face, and body because haven’t had a proper shower in weeks maybe months. While lost in my own thought I saw something dark fly across the the trees. What is that? Looked like a body. I got up from the ground and looked at around, where am I exactly? How long was I running for? I turned around and saw a pair of eyes looking at my from the trees. I screamed and ran away from it. I kept looking back to see if it was still there, when I turned back I ran into something, or someone. When I opened my eyes I saw a tall figure standing in front of me, it was a boy. I backed away from him, but his voice was soft and soothing.

“Hey, it’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” He told me.

He held out his hand for me to grab and I took it. He pulled me up and into his chest. 

“You don’t have to worry anymore, I’m here to save you.” He whispered into my ear. 
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I’m Peter Pan.” 

From that day on, I never left Peter’s side and he’s never left mine. He took me to Neverland and told me about every thing there was to know about the island, the people, and him. He was my King and I was his Queen. 

Now I’m back to where I started. In the woods, alone. I heard foot steps and people talking. My instinct was to hide in the trees, since I couldn’t fly I climbed to the nearest branch. 

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) where are you?” I heard Snow White call.
“Where could she have gone?” The Evil Queen said.
“How would we find someone who’s lived in a forest?” Charming said. 
“How did we find her the first time?” Emma asked.
“I know exactly how to find her, look up. Her camouflage has always been the trees.” Hook said. 

“Where would Henry be?” Emma said.
“The map keep changing and we’re getting no where.” Snow White said.
“We’re dealing with a teenager, this shouldn’t be hard.” Evil Queen said.
“It’s only going to get harder.” I said.

The heroes looked all around, I jumped down from the tree I was sitting in and landed in front of them.

“Who are you suppose to be?” Evil Queen said.
“(Y/N).” Hook said with a hint of anger.
“Nice to see you too, Captain.” I said with hint of seductiveness in my voice.
“You know her?” Emma asked.
“Oh Hooky and I go way back.” I giggled. “He never told you did he?” 
“Told me what? Hook, who is she?” Emma asked again.
“This is (Y/N), the Queen of Neverland.” Hook said.
“Queen of Neverland? The demon has a girlfriend?” Regina said.
“That he does. Where is he (Y/N)?” Hook asked.
“He? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said with a smirk.

Hook pushed me against a tree and gave me a glare.

“Just like old times Killian.” I whispered to him.
“The boy, Henry. Where is he?” Hook asked again ignoring my comment.
“It’s a game of keep away. If I give him to you, where’s the fun in that?” I giggled.
“She’s just as crazy as Pan.” Emma said.

Hook backed away from me. 

“You’re never going to find him, you’re playing Peter’s game and he always wins.” I said.
“Not this time, I’m getting my son back.” Emma said.
“Good luck with that.” I said before disappearing. 

“There she is! I see her!” Snow said.
“(Y/N)! Get down from there!” Emma said.
“No! Just leave me alone! I don’t want this life! I wanna go back to Neverland.” I said.
“Neverland is gone, you can’t go back.” 
“Then kill me, I want to be with Peter.” 
“We are not killing you.” Charming said.
“I told you it was a bad idea to take her out of that cage.” Regina said.
“(Y/N), get down from there now.” Hook said.
“Make me!” 
“(Y/N), get down.” I heard that familiar voice say.
“Peter?” I said looking around.
“Yes, it’s me. Now get down from there.”

I jumped down from my place and saw him standing there from behind everyone.

“Pan?” Emma said.
“How the hell did you get here?” Hook said.
“I thought you died.” Regina said.

Everyone got in battle stance and I stepped in front of him.

“No! You’re not taking him away from me again!” I said.

I turned to face Peter and he blew a powder into my face. Everything began to become blurry. I grew dizzy and fell to the ground, passing out. 

Emma POV

After (Y/N) fell, everyone looked at Pan who had a smirk on his face before he turned into a shadow. 

“Dark one.” Hook said.

(A/N: Part 3?)

Kim Yugyeom ~ Mine [SMUT]

Group: Got7
Member: Kim Yugyeom
Type: Smut
Word Count: 2421 [light bondage, jealousy]

He wrapped his hands around your neck, his fingers digging into the thin skin, chocking you just enough to make you learn your lesson. He moved closer to you, his face just inches away from yours. You stood motionless. Yugyeom looked deep into yours eyes. He tore away your barriers and locked eyes. His nose two inches away, he slightly tilted his face and looked at your lips. You slightly turned your face at the opposite angle. ‘You can’t even look at me.’ He whispered, his thumb resting on your cheeks. ‘I bet you were able to look at him, though.’ He continued through gritted teeth, yanking your face towards his. His eyes were molten, the grey glittering, the black pupils enlarged and glistening with anger. Tears started to prickle your eyes, the tears making your eyes look even more intense as you stared at him. Tears of frustration, of regret rolling down your cheek. ‘Yugyeom I…’ You started but were cut off by him harshly pressing his hand against your lips, smirking down at you. ‘That’s why I need to teach you a lesson…’


He stood shivering at the closed door to the bedroom for a while, his ear pressed against the cold wood as he listened. Tears streamed down his face like an unsteady river. His cheek bright red as he listened to the heavy moans coming from behind the door. He wanted to come in, excited to see you again after such a long time of being apart. Until he heard another set of moans. Moans he didn’t recognize. Moans that didn’t belong to those sweet lips of yours. His arousal has long dropped listening to you being pleasured by a man, who wasn’t him. It was quickly replaced by anger. He decided not to wait any longer. He whipped the remaining wetness off his cheeks to not give you any hints towards his true feelings and barges in through the door. He watched as you quickly pull the blanket over your revealed body.

The body he has worshipped so many times. Your eyes wandered over the body you haven’t seen in months. He was standing on the edge of the bed, dressed in a tight black shirt and jeans…those jeans – the ones he wore during your last night together. They were over washed pale-blue denim, snug and ripped at the knee.  
Yugyeom didn’t think. His actions simply overtaking him as he walked across the room, collecting the unknown man’s clothing and throwing it over to him without looking. ‘Get dressed and get the fuck out.’ He commanded through gritted teeth, not daring to look at you once. The thought of you betraying him, using his trust was too much for him to even spare a glance at the person his entire world revolved around.
‘Yugyeom-.’ You started, a sigh falling from your lips. Your boyfriend bit down on his lower lip to keep himself from screaming at you right then and there. From punishing you for behaving so badly.

The sound of medal against medal echoed through the room. Yugyeom turned to the man, his eyes red from all the tears he’s wasted on you. He watched as the embarrassed guy zipped up his pants, not daring to look at either you or your boyfriend. Yugyeom lets out a growl at the sight of his stiff member poking through his jeans. ‘I didn’t know that…’ The guy says, collecting the rest of his clothes.
‘Out!’ Yugyeom screamed, pointing at the open door, his loud voice scaring you slightly. When he left, you quickly put on your clothes, guilt washing over you as you see Yugyeom’s eyes laying on you. You cleared your throat, trying to contain your emotions. If you had to face him, you needed to keep yourself together.

‘I can explain…’ You whispered, tears filling your eyes as you see heartbroken expression on his face. He pushed you away from him, not looking at you. You gently place your hand on his shoulder, feeling the heat raising from his body. ‘You were gone for such a long time…’ Suddenly, he walks over to you, the top button of his jeans undone, and his smoldering eyes never leaving yours. He pushed you against the wall. He tilted his head to the sight to get a better look of your face, sweat dripping from your forehead. ‘Does that allow you to go around fucking other guys?’ He asked, slamming his hand down next to you in frustration at your words. You gulped, trying to collect your words. ‘No but…’
He licked his lips, his eyes locking with yours, his eyes furrowed as he leans down to yours lips. ‘But what?’
‘It made me realize how much I need you…’

His eyes widened further and his mouth opens. He takes a huge breath as if winded. He looked tortured – vulnerable.

“But you already have me,” he whispers. “All of me.”

He wrapped his hands around your neck, his fingers digging into the thin skin, chocking you just enough to make you learn your lesson. He moved closer to you, his face just inches away from yours. You stood motionless. Yugyeom looked deep into yours eyes. He tore away your barriers and locked eyes. His nose two inches away, he slightly tilted his face and looked at your lips. You slightly turned your face at the opposite angle. ‘You can’t even look at me.’ He whispered, his thumb resting on your cheeks. ‘I bet you were able to look at him, though.’ He continued through gritted teeth, yanking your face towards his. His eyes were molten, the grey glittering, the black pupils enlarged and glistening with anger. Tears started to prickle your eyes, the tears making your eyes look even more intense as you stared at him. Tears of frustration, of regret rolling down your cheek. ‘Yugyeom I…’ You started but were cut off by him harshly pressing his hand against your lips, smirking down at you. ‘That’s why I need to teach you a lesson…’

He lunged at you, punishing you against the wall of the bedroom. Before you knew it, he had both your hands in one of his in a vice-like grip above your head and he was pinning you to the wall using his hips. His other hand grabbed your ponytail and yanked it down, bringing your face up and his lips were on yours. You moaned into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He took full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring your mouth. He’s never kissed you with such passion, lust…
‘Let me remind you of who you belong to.’ He said, grabbing you by your waist and dropping you onto the bed. He quickly rode himself off his clothes, his boxers the only thing covering his shaft. His eyes scanned the bed, a devilish grin tugging on the edge of his lips. ‘Looks like you had fun.’ He admitted. You looked around you, your cheeks bright red from the undeniable arousal he was giving you. The bed was a mess. The bedsheets raveled up, cushions were spread out everywhere, stains covering the satin material. Before giving you the chance to explain yourself, he made his way over to your shared wardrobe. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of the black silk woven tie he took with him to the bed.
‘Knit your hands together in front of you.’ He ordered as he ripped your clothes off your body and throws it on the floor. ‘You owe me a new blouse.’ You said teasingly, trying to lighten the mood. Yugyeom scoffed at your words behind you, taking the tie from your hands and doing it for you. He lifted your hands over your head before tying them together in a tight knot. His lips moved closer to your ear, breathing into your ear as he speaks, slow and almost mesmerizing. ‘You fucked someone who clearly wasn’t me…I owe you nothing.’ 


He walked around the bed and stops in front of your face, his eyes bright with wild excitement. Your pulse has gone through the roof, your heart a frantic tattoo.
‘Oh kitten,” He whispered softly, the animal name rolling off his tongue. “What should I do to you?’ He lowered you onto the bed and raised your hands above your head.
‘Keep your hands up here, don’t move them, understand?’
‘Answer me.” He demanded, his voice soft.
‘I won’t move my hands.’ You’re breathless.
‘I’m going to make you realize who you belong to so you don’t go around letting other people take what’s mine.” He said, his voice coming out in nothing more than a whisper. His hand came up to cup your chin and pushed it up, giving him access to your throat. ‘Don’t move your hands or you’ll meet the consequences.’

He trailed kisses down your body, making you struggle underneath him. His lips sucking blueish marks into the sensitive skin above your collarbone, earning a silent moan from you. He kissed the skin above your breasts gently, his tongue trailed down and drew lazy patterns over your hardening nipple. His teeth grazed your nipples ever so gently. His free hand moved up to cup your breast, giving both equal attention. You bit down on your lip, trying to restrain the moans from escaping your lips. Yugyeom twisted your nipple in between his fingers harshly, making you arch your back from the pleasure. ‘Do not hold it,” He commanded, coming up to stare into your eyes, the intensity in his gaze igniting a fire deep inside your soul. A fire you thought extinguished when he left five months ago. A fire you thought would never come back. “You were able to moan when he was here…so why can’t you do so for me?’


He locked eyes with you as he gave your nipple a teasing squeeze, making you involuntarily moan out loud in both pain and pleasure. He smiled down at you in satisfaction before pushing himself down further on the bed, disappearing in between your legs. You feel your panties being pushed aside and cold air being blown into your soaked folds. ‘This is mine,’ He whispered aggressively into my slit. ‘All mine. Do you understand?’
He eased his fingers in and out, giving you no time to adjust. You squirmed around him, your moans filling the room as he adds another finger.
‘I bet he didn’t make you feel so good, did he kitten?’ He asked huskily, his tongue being placed flat against your clit as he licked up a stripe.
‘No…daddy.’ You whispered under your breath, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Yugyeom smiled against your folds before kissing your clit gently and pulling his fingers out of you before you’re able to let your orgasm ripple through your body. Yugyeom came back up to meet your face, his hazelnut brown hair sticking to his forehead. 


‘Everytime you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.’ His fingers circled your puckered love cave.
He pushes his boxers down, letting his pulsing shaft drop against his stomach. You gasped at the image in front of you, having forgotten about your boyfriend’s perfect size for a while. He pumps himself a few times before lining himself up with your aching core. He looked up at you the way all women want to be looked at by a man before pushing himself into you. He places your leg over his shoulder, gaining easier access. He steadied himself inside of you, giving you time to adjust to him before starting to pound into you more harshly, earning the dirtiest moans from you. You felt your hands getting heavier above your head, the blood rushing into your fingertips.
‘Yugyeom-ah.’ You moaned as he thrusted into you again. He looked up at you from the pleasure sight of his dick ramming into your tight womanhood.
‘Could we get rid of these?’ You asked in the puppy voice you know he can’t resist, your eyes narrowed at the tie around your hands. His thrusts came to a hold inside of you as he leaned closer to your face, squeezing your lips together in his hands.
‘Do you really think you deserve that?’ He asks, pulling his hips away from yours before slamming into you, making you jolt back in pain. You shook your head, too tired to disobey. You knew you’ve done wrong. You knew you should’ve never cheated on the only boy who can fuck you into nirvana and also make you feel like the only girl in the world at the same time but this punishment, felt too good to be true. He slapped your cheek gently before letting his hands rest on your thighs. You tried to ignore your hands dying above your head as his thrusts become harsher, more powerful. Moans spilled out of his mouth. You looked up at him. His head tilted back in pleasure, his sweet cherry lips forming an ‘o’ and his abs slapping against your back was the best view you’ve gotten in a really long time. You mouthed a silent ‘oh fuck’ before dropping your head back in ecstasy.

Your body rode up the satin bedsheets by your boyfriend’s angry thrusts. The knot in your stomach tightened at the sweet nothings Yugyeom whispered into your ear. Your walls clenched around him and you came with screaming his name. With your juices coating his dick, it didn’t take him long to fill your insides with his seeds. He rode out both your orgasms before dropping down on the bed next to you, pulling the bedsheets over your exhausted bodies.

Yugyeom wrapped his arm around you lovingly, kissing your shoulder. You were confused at his sudden change of behavior. Why he wasn’t mad at you anymore. Why sex was all he needed to forgive your reckless behavior. “You know,’ He whispered into your hair as if he read your mind. ‘You’re only mine to play with and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twist in my dark soul.’

Your body shivered at his honest words, making you feel guilty for ever doubting his love for you. You intertwined your fingers with his and kissed his knuckles, a smile appearing on your lips. ‘I’m all yours…oppa.’ You whispered gently. Your eyes felt heavy as exhaustion took over your body. Yugyeom giggled against your skin.
‘Mine…’


Broken Trust (Barry Allen x Reader)

A/N: Hellooo, lovely people! Here is another requested imagine! I’m still working on few so stay tuned! Love you! Sent in requests as they are still indeed open! ILY!

Requests: 01: “I’m sorry.” 05: “Please don’t do this.” 10: “You should’ve told me.” 61: “Why didn’t he come and talk to me himself? ”70: “You don’t get to decide what’s best for me.” with Barry

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Warnings: a lot of swearing, angst

Originally posted by oadamburayagelecek


‘Barry did what?!’ I shouted at Cisco, who was, hiding behind Caitlyn.

        He knew I had a thing for throwing things when I was mad and he was rightly hiding behind the one person I would never throw things at. Smart man. The problem was that I was not mad at him, but at Barry, who forgot to mention that he was travelling to a different Earth. To the fucking parallel universe and didn’t deem it suitable to tell me that. Me. His girlfriend. The person he was supposed to tell everything. The person, he was supposed to trust.

‘Why didn’t he come and talk to me first?’ I asked, taking a step towards the portal in the S.T.A.R labs basement. ‘WHY do I have to hear about it from his fucking sidekick?!’

  I saw hurt expression on Cisco’s face and I knew I stepped over the line. I knew he wasn’t a sidekick. I was just really mad and I wanted to hurt someone, even if that someone was my friend.

‘I’m sorry Cisco, I’m upset. I don’t know what I’m saying.’ I said taking few deep breaths. ‘I’m gonna go home. If his highness comes back alive… just tell him I’m home.’

        I left the room, stomping my feet angrily. Oh, I was going to give him such a hard time, if he comes back. He’ll regret ever meeting me. If Zoom doesn’t kill him, I most probably will.

        The truth was, I loved him. I loved him so much and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. And it hurt so fucking much that I wasn’t as important to him as he was to me. He didn’t take into account how worried I’ll be when he doesn’t come home. He didn’t realise how important that decision was and that he should’ve include me in making it.

*

‘Please, Y/N, don’t do this’ Barry begged, looking at me with those green eyes.

        I looked at him furious, throwing my shoe at him. He caught it without any problems and put it down on the floor. His eyes were begging me for forgiveness. I couldn’t look at him anymore. The problem was we kind of lived together, so going home was not an option. I wanted to kick him out. I seriously considered that.

‘How could you think that I would be okay with that?!’ I shouted, holding another shoe. ‘Why didn’t you tell me in the first place?! You should’ve told me!’

        He looked at the shoe in my hand and took cautious step towards me, his hands up in calming manner. That only made me that much angrier.

‘I’m sorry…’ he said, his voice calm. ‘I thought… you were away in Starling for few days and I didn’t want to worry you. I thought you wouldn’t notice… I would be there and back… I didn’t know you’ll come back earlier…’

        I took another calming breath, but it didn’t really help me. I couldn’t think straight.

‘So it’s my fault because I came back earlier?!’

‘Y/N, that’s not what I meant… Oh god, how did this happen?’ he asked more himself than me, putting head in his hands.

        I threw another shoe at him, I was so mad. He wasn’t helping his situation in the slightest and I had a lot of aggression built up, since I was sitting at home waiting for him for almost two days. I thought I’d never see him again. That Zoom would kill him and I would be alone again.

‘I’ll tell you how that happened, Barry. You went to another universe, BEHIND my back.’ I said through gritted teeth ‘What did you expect would happen? What if I came back from Starling, few days from now and found out that you died? Do you have any idea how that would make me feel?’

        The tears of anger and worry were flowing down my cheeks. I stifled a sob, since it wouldn’t help my situation. I was trying to show him just how badly he had screwed up. He took a step towards me, trying to touch my face. I took a step back, feeling cold wall at my back. I knew if I let him I would lose the fight. And I couldn’t have that.

‘Don’t you dare touch me.’ I hissed ‘Listen to me, Barry and listen closely. You do not get to decide what’s best for me. You have to always include me in making important decisions like this one. Always. I don’t give a shit that you thought it’ll be better, or you thought I won’t find out. I don’t even know what you were thinking’

        He nodded, his eyes looking at me pleading.

‘Y/N, I’m so sorry…’ he whispered ‘I should’ve told you. I was an idiot. Please… please, Y/N, forgive me.’

‘You should’ve trusted me, Barry.’ I whispered looking at my bare feet. ‘And it fucking hurts you didn’t.’

        I felt the tears slipping down and making their way to the floor. My hair hid my face and I felt defeated. All that anger leaving me in an instant. I was tired and sad. I wanted nothing more than to just crawl in bed and fall asleep in his wonderful arms. But I knew I couldn’t. I didn’t even know if I could get past that. He didn’t trust me; he didn’t think I was important enough to include me in making that decision.

‘Of course I trust you, Y/N’ he whispered, his arms, circling around me. ‘I trust you with my life and I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Y/N… I screwed up big time and I’ll do anything to make it up to you.’

        I looked into his pleading eyes and felt my heart squeezing. What I was about to do would break my heart, mine and his. But I knew I had to do it.

‘I need time, Barry’ I whispered ‘I love you, but I need time. I think you should… I think you should leave.’

        My voice broke after that and I felt the lump forming in my throat. Tears appeared in his eyes when a realisation hit him. I saw the exact moment when his heart broke and I felt the need to grab him and never let go. But him not trusting me was not something I could get over. Not yet anyways.

*

        I saw him few weeks later, while I was getting coffee from Jitters. My heart squeezed. I was not happy, I was miserable and I missed him so damn much. I missed his smile, his cuddles and his lips. The way he made me feel every day and the way he loved me.

        He was there with Iris, sipping his coffee slowly and listening to something she was saying. He wasn’t smiling, his eyes had bags underneath them and he looked exactly how I felt.

        Iris was the first to notice me. Her expression turning into sympathetic smile. Even though she was Barry’s best friend, she understood me. She didn’t take sides and still messaged me to just ask how I was holding up. I appreciated that, I really did. The truth was that in the last few weeks I not only lost Barry, but I lost most of my friends along with him. Which was actually really sad and said a lot about my relations, when I thought about it.

        I was planning on passing the two unnoticed, but I managed to bump into a table spilling everything and making a huge noise.

        Barry immediately turned around and his eyes focused on me. I saw hurt in his eyes and something I saw only when he was in the Flash costume - determination. I couldn’t take it, I couldn’t look at him without my heart breaking again and again. I was so close to crying my eyes out that I had to leave as fast as I could.

‘I am so sorry’ I whispered, to a tired waitress who was cleaning the mess I have made.

        I run out of Jitters, feeling the tears appearing in my eyes. Yes, I was the one that told him I needed time, but I was over it. I missed him so much and I wanted the things to go back to the way they were.

‘Y/N!’ I heard my name and Barry caught up to me.

        I looked at him, he looked good. His bags under eyes aside, he looked good. He was dressed in one of his shirts, that I oh so loved. His black jeans and inseparable trainers on his feet. I, on the other hand, probably looked like shit, in black pants and his old t-shirt from S.T.A.R labs, tucked in them. I didn’t even put on make-up that day because I couldn’t be bothered to. I was so not winning this break up.

‘That’s… that’s my shirt’ he said.

                My cheeks reddened and I didn’t really know what to say to that. Did I sleep with the clothes he left? Maybe. Did that mean I was a really sad and a little desperate person? Definitely.

‘Yeah it is…’ I whispered, not looking into his eyes.

‘I miss you, Y/N’ he said. ‘I know I screwed up… But please take me back?’

        I felt his hand on my chin, as he brought it up. I looked into those lovely eyes and I knew I wasn’t mad anymore. Well I wasn’t mad the moment he left the house, but that was another issue. I wanted him back, I missed him and there was nothing more I wanted.

‘Please, come back home’ I said, feeling tears in the corners of my eyes.

        His face lightened with the smile and I felt a warm feeling in my chest. He was coming home and I felt my heart rebuilding itself in my chest.

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Requests are still opeeen! My Masterlist. And Prompts

anonymous asked:

Okay can you do a LexaXReader(female) where the reader is a lot shorter than Lexa and a lot more bubbly (like the reader pretty much acts like Alycia) and she is just doing shit like biting Lexa's bottom lip and gently tugging it, playing with her hair and giving her hickeys all while giggling and all the village people are like. "Wtf is this?" And yeah just adorable reader loving on stoic commander "if looks could kill" Lexa. Sorry it's long lol.

Warning: Just some making out. :)


There would be some days when you barely even got to see Lexa due to her responsibilities. And you knew it wasn’t because she didn’t want to see you, she just had responsibilities that she couldn’t just drop to spend the day with you.

But that didn’t stop you from trying to make her pay attention to you.

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Ending.

Neither of you were really there.

You sat by your laptop, curled into a ball and aimlessly clicked on the refresh button. You were drained: physically and emotionally. You stared at the bright screen blankly. These days, you didn’t seem to find anything motivating. Everything seemed pointless really. Nothing amused you. Nothing fascinated you. You sometimes even questioned your existence. This week was a long drag through the mud, just thinking about it made you scowl. Coward, that’s what you were.

When the camera first caught you, the media exploded. You were so overwhelmed that you ran away. You’ve now caged yourself in your little box apartment and refused to go out. Every day. Every. Single. Day. They came banging at the door, telling you to open up, begging you desperately for an interview. You’d ignore them, plug in your headphones and just drown yourself in the blasting music.

You noticed your phone lighten up beside your laptop. You picked it up lazily and read the name that kept blinking. Yoongi❤. You grimaced at the name. You placed your phone screen down and tilted your head back on your chair. You couldn’t breathe. You felt everything weighting you down at once and the tears that you thought had dried up crept back. You covered your face with both hands and took a shaky breath.

 

“I told you. I told you over and over again to be careful!” He shouted across the room. The room was a mess. Objects scattered on the floor with pieces of shattered glass sticking out. You whimpered at his voice. You were scared. Dear God you were scared. You thought no one was around. But apparently you didn’t look hard enough.

 

“Look where we are now _________! Our faces are plastered all over the internet!” He ruffled his hair aggressively. His eyes were blood shot from his shaking anger. You took it all in. You didn’t dare to speak back at him. Your lips trembled and tears were threatening to fall. You were biting on the inner walls of your cheek in order to stop yourself from breaking down once and for all.

 

“My whole career _________! My whole fucking career is on the line! Everything that I’ve built up till now!” His eyes were burning when they met yours. He took a step towards you from his position and without even realizing you took a step back. He seemed taken aback by your action. You didn’t know how to respond. It was your fault. You weren’t careful enough.

He took another step closer which make you take a few steps back till your back touched the wall. You clenched on the end of your sweater. Your palms were sweaty and your fingers hurt from clenching too hard.

 

“I-I’m sorry.” That was all you could make out. What else were you suppose to say? You’ve disappointed him and every look that he gave you only screamed hatred. You took in a few shaky breaths and continued.

 

“I’m sorry. I-I’ll break it off. I’ll end this.” Your vision was blurred. You couldn’t see his face properly but that was probably for the best. Yoongi stood there and studied you. When did you look so small and weak in front of him? When did you look so fragile? When did you look so scared?

 

“Wha- break it off?” He was speechless. He felt like a coward. He looked around him: the messy room, the ripped papers, his laptop busted amongst the various objects that were trashed around the ground. He looked at his own bare hands. He lost his cool. He looked back at you. He took a step closer.

 

“P-please,” You begged.

 

“Please, I’ll stop this. Just please don’t hurt me…” You felt a tear run down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away because you were in front of him and he hated when you cried. Yoogi was shocked. He raised his hands and you flinched in reflex. He felt a stab of guilt.

 

“_________…” Before he could finish off his sentence, you ran. You ran out the studio, out the company, into the mob of cameras flashing and mikes being shoved at your face. You were bombarded with questions but one of the questions made you take a quick pause.

 

“Are you really dating the BTS member Yoongi?” You turned to that reporter, and snatched her mike.

 

“I’ll say this once and only once. Yoongi and I have no relation. I forced myself on him.” With that, you dropped the mike and ran. Yoongi chased after you till the exit of the company but was blocked by the crowd that was gathered around. He couldn’t reach you.

 

You woke up from that nightmarish scene. You were still sitting in front of your laptop except the screen had gone black. With a swift move of the mouse, the screen brightened up. The time read 3:20am. It was like you were running in cycles. No matter how much you wanted to run away from the situation, you were back in the same position. You were caught in this web that seemed to refuse to let you go. Your phone buzzed again, you knew who it was even before you looked at it.

You picked up, but set the phone back on the table.

“________? Thank God you picked up.” His voice was shaking. You could hear the anxiousness in his voice but he sounded so far.

You didn’t respond.

“_________? Are you there? Please please please just – I just need you to talk to me. Just say something, anything.” You wanted to reply him. You wanted to talk to him. You missed talking to him. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t because you told him that you would break it off and it did. The crowd was no longer targeting the both of you. Instead, it was targeting you only, demanding the whole story of how you “forced” yourself on him.

“__________ please. Please.” His voice broke. You immediately picked up the phone and took and was about to say something but you stopped your own actions. You were surprised by your response and also by how close you were to crossing the line. However, Yoongi heard you. He heard you draw in a single breath.

“_________ why did you do it? Why did you say that? You shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t you so why are you doing this alone? _________, please __________, just answer me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” There he was blaming himself again. You knew exactly what face he was making. His eyes would be more droopy than usual, his would be slouching his while ruffling his hair while trying to hold back his tears. You’ve seen him in that position before and you were there to comfort him but not this time. This time, you were the cause.

“I’m sorry I ran away…” you felt your heart tighten as those words flowed out of the other line. It’s not your fault.

“Please _________ we could work this out together…” His voice sounded drained. You wanted this to work out but things didn’t always go how you wanted them to. The idol world was scarier than it seemed. One mistake and a whole company could be bankrupt. You couldn’t let him risk it. He’s worked so hard for it. You began to sob.

“I’m sorry.” That was all you could say.

You kept running away and you didn’t understand why he kept chasing you. You would have turned back and waited if you hadn’t gone too far. It seemed pointless to stop now. He was calling out to you, reaching out. But you couldn’t take his hands. In the mist of all chaos, it only made you run faster.

“No, I’m sorry that I ran away…_________, please there’s still a chance.” Yoongi was crying too. You couldn’t bear the sound of him crying, it broke you even more. So you hung up. You wanted to let him be, you wanted to let him breathe.

 

A/N: This is just a superrr random one shot thing. I just felt inspired to write this while listening to ‘RUN’ the ballad version (you can listen to it HERE) and yeah. It’s not the best but I decided to post it anyways cause why not. Much love xxx

Learning From Mistakes

Warnings: some fluff, some angst
Rating: everyone
Summary: Steve x Reader where they both have feelings for each other but Steve gets scared of putting her in danger so he tries to push her away and when she wouldn’t let him he says some things that break her heart. A few months later something happens where Steve confesses that he loves her and how he made a huge mistake in pushing her away (as requested by @davidteninchme)
A/N: Gosh, I haven’t written a Steve one-shot in ages…Well, here you go! :)
Y/N = your name
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Steve was undoubtedly in love with Y/N. His heart lifted every time her saw her, and every time he talked to her, he felt so many butterflies in his stomach that he could’ve sworn that it wasn’t just butterflies, but a whole zoo in there. Steve had to tell someone about his new-found love for Y/N, and who better to tell than his best friend. After the first time he told Bucky about his feelings for Y/N, he wouldn’t shut up. Everyday, he’d bore Bucky about how much he loved her, and how he imagined their lives would be if they were together. Bucky didn’t mind, it just made him happy to see that Steve was happy.

Y/N tried so hard not to make it obvious that she loved Steve, but Bucky could see it all - and he saw in her exactly what he saw in Steve. He knew that Steve would be too chicken to ask Y/N out on a date if he didn’t know whether Y/N liked him too, so he told Steve.

“Steve, you should ask Y/N out sometime. She really likes you,” Bucky said casually.

Steve stopped cleaning his shield and looked up to Bucky. “She told you that?”

“No, I just know it. Have you noticed how nervous she gets around you? She can’t even manage a sentence without stuttering. Oh, wait, you’re exactly the same as her.”

Steve rolled his eyes and thought for a minute. He thought about the circumstances which they were in and suddenly it hit him; they could never be together without the dangers getting in the way. “Buck, have you even thought about all of the dangers we’d be putting ourselves in if we were together? Do you realize how hard it would be if one of us was seriously injured during a mission or even…died? I can’t do that to her, I can’t put her in danger. I love her too much, and I just…I can’t do that for the sake of us being ‘official’. If one of us gets injured, it’ll just be harder for us to deal with if we’re together-”

Steve, calm down. If that’s how you feel, tell her that. Don’t leave her hanging because she’s been waiting forever for you to make a move.”

Steve sighed. “Why does does this have to be so difficult?”

“I don’t know, man, I don’t know. It is how it is, you just gotta live with it.”
*
Steve found Y/N in her room, and he knocked gently on her door. “Come in,” she called, the sound of her sweet voice filling his head. It pained him to have to do this.

(Your POV)
Steve pushed the door open, stepped in, and closed it. You were a little surprised to see Steve in your room, but tried to not make an ass out of yourself. “Hi, Steve, how are you?” 

He managed a small smile, said “I’m good,” quietly, and stood awkwardly. You gestured for him to go and take a seat on your desk chair, and after he’d sat down, he said, “Y/N, we have to talk about…things.”

He couldn’t possibly know. He couldn’t. You hadn’t said anything to anyone. “About what?” You asked him cautiously.

“Y/N, this is a serious matter and I’m doing this because I care about you,” he dismissed your question, “- as a friend,” he quickly added.

“Is…something wrong?” You felt your heart starting to pound against your ribcage, scared of what he was going to say.

“I don’t want to put you in danger, and I just think that it would be better for us not to get in each other’s ways,” he said. Steve watched you as realization dawned on you. He looked away as he said the rest because it was so hard for him to do it, but he had to do this. “What I’m trying to say is that I’m not interested in having a romantic relationship with you.”

Steve couldn’t bear to look at you, but the crack in your voice made everything worse, “Are you…are you saying that you-”

Steve suddenly turned to you, pain and fear visible in his eyes, “This won’t work between us, if something happens to me, or to you, and either of us gets hurt, how is the other person going to deal with that?” Steve wasn’t shouting, and he wasn’t speaking harshly, or in an accusational tone, it was just his words. It hurt to hear them.

“Steve…we could just, y’know, make it work. If two people care for one another, wouldn’t being together be the logical thing to do?” You tried to reason with him because you were desperate to keep a hold of him and not let him fall from your grasp.

“I…I don’t love you, Y/N.” Steve stood his ground, and he had to do this to keep you safe and out of danger. Your mouth fell open slightly and the tears spilled quickly, your heart now well and truly broken. “I’m sorry, I just-” Steve started to apologize but you cut him off.

“Get out, Steve. Get out of my room, get out of my life. Just…go.”

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. He stood, looked to the floor and then to you, said “I’m sorry, Y/N,” and left without another word. You cried the rest of the night away, unaware of how hurt Steve was, too.
*
The first two weeks after the incident were the worst. You couldn’t look Steve in the face, and none of the other avengers knew about it - apart from Bucky. Bucky would occasionally ask you if you were okay or if you needed anything. But then you just learned to live with the difficulties.

Steve had found it easy to conceal his heartbreak at first, but as the days progressed, he was slowly finding it hard to stop thinking about what he’d done. Steve watched you with despair each day, slowly starting to regret what he’d done. And he saw, he saw how you were starting to shrug all of this commotion off of your shoulders, how you were starting to think of this as nothing, how you were so easily being able to move on.

The heartbreak was starting to become apparent and visible in Steve’s appearance. Everyone could see it, and it was only Bucky who knew why - no one dared ask what was wrong because barely anything could break the country’s best soldier. Steve was starting to get dark circles under his eyes, and occasionally his eyes would be red, presumably from crying. 

Bucky hated seeing his best friend like this, distraught and helpless. But Steve hadn’t yet realized that he wasn’t helpless, he could turn this situation around, sort it out, win your heart. A month or so after the incident, Bucky sat Steve down and talked to him. “Steve…you know what I’m going to tell you.”

Steve nodded in response and took a deep breath. “I’ve…ruined it all. I told her I don’t love her, but I do.”

Bucky sat back and folded his arms across his chest. “Well, then, you have to fix this. You have to clean up the mess you made, on your own,” he paused for a moment, then nodded towards the mirror across the room. “Go and take one long look at yourself, Steve. You’ve ruined yourself,” Steve went to the mirror, and stared at the looming figure who was starting to crumble. He saw his dark circles, his tired eyes…was this really what he’d become? 

“Look at how love can destroy people, tear them apart from the inside. This isn’t a movie, Steve, this is real life. ‘If you love someone, let them go’ is bullshit. You were willing to let go of the one you love? You can’t throw your love for her away like that. What are the kids saying these days…yeah, you only live once! That. I remembered,” Bucky smiled and Steve managed a small smile through the reflection in the mirror.

“Well…we’ve lived twice,” Steve chuckled.

“Exactly… Anyways, Steve, seriously…go to her and fix it, you’ll thank me later.”
*
(Your POV)

The same knock on the same door. You knew it was him, and you were willing to give him a chance. He might not have thought this through when he made his decision before. “Come in,” you called out, making yourself comfortable on your bed. You put the book that you were reading aside and prepared yourself for what could turn out to be a very long conversation.

He came in and whispered “Hi,” before sitting reluctantly on the edge of your bed. You smiled just a little, trying to lighten the mood. Before you could ask if he was okay - because you were a little concerned for him - he outstretched his arm and took hold of your hand.

“Y/N…I can’t even explain how much I regret saying what I said, because it’s not true, and it wasn’t true then, either…I do care about you, and I was over thinking everything because I cared about your safety - and I still do - but now I realize that you can take care of yourself because you’re an avenger, for crying out loud! I made such a big mistake for pushing you away like that and I never should have done it. I love you, Y/N, and I won’t make the mistake of pushing you away ever again.”

Your smile went from ear to ear, and you squeezed his hand tight. You couldn’t think of anything to say, so you told him the truth about how you felt, too, “I love you too, Steve. I’m sorry for screaming at you, I was just upset, and…I’m happy that we can take a shot at this. Together.”

“Together,” Steve repeated, smiling with a nod of his head, and pulling you into a big, warm and muscular hug.

Undoable Mistakes (Harry Styles Imagine)

It was sad when it happened. You cried. The fans cried. The boys cried. The whole world cried. It hurt to see so much heart break in the fans and the boys. It was all you could do to hold it together in front of everyone and then at night you would hide in your room and cry your eyes out. It was stupid. The whole situation was stupid. And in some messed up way, you couldn’t help but blame yourself for everything that happened. He didn’t come out all right, but you did. You couldn’t help but wonder why is your heart still beating, but not his.

It all started with the fight and then you running away from the flat. You know and you remember the warnings that are told about the streets of London especially at night. Harry didn’t want to give up on you because he knew that the both of you is something worth fighting for. Something to die for.

“(Y/N), please stop! Let’s talk about this!” He yells after you, but you shake your head and keep walking towards the end of the street. Your heart hammering in your chest from the adrenaline running through your veins. You bring your hands through your hair in frustration and a few tears fall down your face.

Two hands grab you and pull you down the alley. A scream left your lips when they slapped you trying to get you to stop screaming. You are thrown up against a wall and are faced with two unfamiliar men. You see Harry round the corner and throws them off of you.

One of them pulls out a gun on him saying, “Make one more move, I dare you.” Harry stands with his hands raised and wary eyes. You look at the other man who comes over and grabs you. He starts dragging you down the alley to a more private area. You are screaming and kicking at this moment, not wanting to come what’s coming.

Harry turns and starts running to you. He reaches you and pulls you into his arms, but a loud gunshot goes off in both your ears. A force hits the front of you and you fall back with Harry falling on top of you. A warm liquid hits the front of your shirt and Harry’s body falls limp on top of yours.

Your worst fear comes to life right front of you. You are able to squeeze from beneath him and flip him over. His breaths are laboured and short.

“No, no, no, no! NO!” You scream while reaching for your phone calling the police. You pull your jacket off and apply pressure to his back where the bullet entered. The blood is spilling too quickly and before too long you hear the sirens. You look down into his lifeless eyes now. Tears stream down your face and fall onto his snow white face. He gives a smile and you return it.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he whispers. You hold him tighter and kiss his cheek.

“I love you, Harry,” you say back. He brings his hand to your cheek and holds it there. You look into his eyes and you can see the life slipping right through them.

“Tell the boys I love them,” he says and starts to close his eyes.

“No! Don’t say that, you are gonna be okay,” you say to him, but his eyes closes and his arm falls from your cheek. He soon stops breathing. You aren’t sure if your breathing either until a policeman pulls you away from the situation.

You are thrashing and screaming with tears falling like lightening. The front of your shirt and hands are covered in his blood. Once everything processes in your brain, you get sick and throw up. You feel disgusted and traumatised from the whole thing.

Your head and heart hurts because you couldn’t believe what has just happened. Sobs escape your mouth and your body slowly shuts down without the comfort of your boyfriend.

BREAKING NEWS: Pop star from boyband One Direction, Harry Styles, shot and killed last night on the streets of London when girlfriend was being mugged. He died a few moments after the impact.

Liam screamed. Louis starred blankly into space. Niall sobbed immediately.
Zany punched the wall out of anger. You were sick and lost about twenty pounds in the course of a week from throwing up and not eating. It was horrific, but the funeral was even worse.

Seated in the front row with Gemma and rest of the family. The boys are on the row behind you with their girlfriends. The visitation was the worst having to face his cold lifeless face was the hardest you have ever had to do. It took the breath out of you. You had to step outside because you couldn’t breath you felt like the walls were closing in on you.

“We are gathered here today for the celebration of the life of Harry Styles.”

You couldn’t hold it anymore. The tears came and they came hard. You ended up pressed against Gemma’s side sobbing for him, for the celebration of his life, for the celebration of him. Each one of the boys hands laid on your shoulder in a comforting manner. The preacher said something and by then you knew it was time to get up and give it your best for the celebration of him.

You reach the podium and look out at all the people here and at the cameras in your face. You think of happy moments and a smile reaches your face. Your speech is held in your hands but you now lay it down still folded.

“He was a good person. He genuinely cared for others and loved the ones close to him. It was amazing to watch him work with the things he did. He would get this look of concentration on his face. And when he would walk he would wear the biggest boots but he was so clumsy.”

The crowd erupts in crying laughter. A few tissues are passed around the crowd and tears are wiped from eyes. People diving into each other for a sense of comfort. I look down at the podium and tears start rolling down my cheeks. I look back up at the crowd and sniff up my tears.

“He didn’t deserve this. I know that we never know when our time will come, but I know Harry deserved more time. He left a legacy and set standards so high for people. There is probably a million people watching this and I can just see him smiling right now. He loved everyone here, you meant the world to him. Gemma,” she looks at me, “he loved you. Anne he loved you. Paul and Lou he loved you. And the boys he loved you so much. That was the last thing he said was tell the boys I love them. He wasn’t just a person of caring and gentleness, he was a person of loving.”