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the parent trap // archie andrews

The Parent Trap (1/12)

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Summary- Archie and (Y/N) separate, splitting their twin daughters between them. What happens when ten years later, the pair seem to be reunited in a twist of fate at summer camp?

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“I’m so so so sorry, Archie. I can’t do this anymore.” she glanced up at him. His eyes pleaded for her to stay but he stayed silent, not daring to miss a single second of her as she was.

“Y-You can’t split the twins up. They belong together.” Archie protested as he noticed his girlfriend take a step further away from him. “Amelia needs you. I need you. Hell, I probably wouldn’t be able to cope without you.”

(Y/N) shook her head, ignoring the internal conflict playing through her mind, cradling her daughter for one last time, before she said goodbye to Archie.

“I love you, Archie Andrews. Never forget that. You’re a good father, we’re both so young but you somehow managed us. You take care and take care of Amelia too. Make sure you remind her, her mum loves her.” (Y/N)’s accent was strong and filled with sadness. She didn’t want to leave but she knew it would be the best for her daughters. Her brother stood at the door, watching his sister try her hardest not to break down as she planted a final kiss on Amelia’s head. Aria in his arms, fidgeting around to catch a glimpse of her father, almost as if she knew of the events that were occurring.

“Let me say goodbye to Aria, please (Y/N), its all I ask.”

With a swift nod of her head, she watched as Archie strode over to her brother, tears filling her eyes again.

“Jug, please let me hold her.” Archie pleaded “It might be the last time.”

“Arch, she’ll be back before you know it.”

But he was wrong. She never came back and he never got to hold Aria again.

“Dad, why are you forcing me to do this?” Amelia groaned “You know I hate going to camp.”

“Because Melia, you barely leave the house. Camp is a chance to make friends.” Archie crouched down to be eye level with his daughter.

“I have friends, I have Jess and Charlie.” Amelia protested, causing her father to chuckle at her.

“Why couldn’t mum come with you to drop me off again?” Aria raised her eyebrow at her uncle.

“Because Aria, your mother needs to have this dress made for your auntie Josie’s launch party and shipped off to Riverdale in three days time.”

“You know, you and mum always talk about Riverdale and promise to take me,” Aria spoke as she watched her uncle unpack the car boot. “You both always say, you’ll take me when the time is right, but it seems like the time is never right.”

“Ari, your mum and I grew up in Riverdale and you were born there, but somethings happened and she still has a hard time coping with it.”

“Is it because my dad still lives there?”

“Come on, lets get you to one of the camp counsellors.” Jughead said, glancing down at his niece, not knowing whether (Y/N) would be okay with Aria knowing about her father in detail.

“She talked about him once, you know Uncle Juggy.” Aria noticed her uncle’s change in behaviour. “She told me that she believed he was the one that got away. You know, I think deep down she’ll always love my dad, but whatever he did to cause her to leave her home town must’ve been really bad.”

“Why are you exactly like your mother?” Jughead groaned “You could’ve at least taken after me, the better sibling.”

Aria let out a giggle at her uncle, she loved her uncle to great lengths. She grew up with his presence around. It was her, her mum and her Uncle Jughead. Ever since she could remember. Occasionally, her auntie Josie and auntie Betty would come over from Riverdale and talk about how he was coping. Her two aunties and her uncle were always careful about saying her father’s name around her. She knew she got her vibrant red hair from him. On her fifth birthday, her mother gave her half of a ripped picture of her father. Ever since then, it was her most valued object. On her mother’s birthday that same year, her auntie Veronica gave her mother a locket. Inside was a picture of her father and herself as a baby. Veronica uttered the words ‘so they’ll be right by your heart.’ to her as she put the necklace on (Y/N).

“See you in six weeks Amelia.” Archie smiled at his daughter. “You too, Charlie. Look after her.” He winked at Cheryl Blossom’s son.

“Don’t miss me too much, Ari.” Jughead teased her, nudging her slightly. “Remember to write to me and your mother. Your mother might have a meltdown if you don’t.”

“This is the longest I’ll be away from the both of you, uncle Jughead. I’ll most likely be the one to have a meltdown.”

“Welcome back, Melia!” Counsellor Carlie grinned at the young red head “You too, Charlie. Are you two ever apart?”

Amelia rolled her eyes at Carlie, making Carlie chuckle slightly.

“Hi, I’m Aria.” the girl greeted the people sharing a cabin with her.

“Don’t play with me, Amelia. That accent you have on? It’s terrible!” the unknown girl said, taking Aria by surprise.

“Sorry, do I know you?”

“Honestly, Melia, you can stop now.”

“Stop what?” Aria paused for a second before smirking “Wait, who’s Amelia?”

“Give it up Tara, maybe she isn’t playing.” the dark haired girl muttered. “Maybe that isn’t Amelia but some girl who freakily looks identical to her.”

“Okay, if she doesn’t know the answer to this question then I’ll believe her.” Tara grinned, a hint of mischief flashing through her eyes.

“Who’s the cutest boy in Riverdale?”

Aria eye’s opened in shock. “Wait, you guys are from Riverdale?”

“She’s definitely not Amelia. Her hair is long. Plus I was with Amelia, like, two seconds ago.” a voice piped up from the cabin doors. “I’m Jessica, it’s nice to meet you,”

“Oh, I’m Aria, good to meet you, Jessica. So, who’s Amelia?”

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Niall’s tweet didn’t stop anything.  In fact, it made it worse.  I suppose he knew that would happen which is why he didn’t want to say anything.  Learning not to plead your case with people who have already shown not to care was a rough lesson to learn sitting in my sister’s kitchen.  But I learned it the hard way.

I suppose I was having a hard time because up until that point Niall and I had been blissfully anonymous and happy.  That bubble had most definitely been burst.  

I learned a lot while I sat there feeling sorry for myself.  I learned that I’m not as smart as I like to think I am.  I learned that my boyfriend was smarter than I was when it came to these types of situations and maybe I should shutup and let him take the reins.  And I learned that I while I always liked to think I was Niall’s priority, I actually was.  He put himself in the line of fire with his fans in order to make me happy.  I swore I would never do that, but here I was, doing that.

So I had a glass of wine at my sister’s house, sat there for a bit until I was good enough to drive and then I went back to Niall’s with my tail between my legs.

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I’ve been cooking for hours and literally all three of them came in, shared their plate, and didn’t say thank you. Wow. Like I know I’m a woman so I’m doing what is expected of me by exhausting myself cooking and washing up and picking up after them but DAMN CAN A GIRL GET A THANK YOU????


Watched in 2016 | The Walking Dead | Season 6B
“Let not your heart be troubled. In my father’s house are many mansions. If it were not so, I would have told you. I go prepare a place for you. Amen.”

Back To Where We Started (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hello! Sorry this request took so long and the anon who requested it pointed out that I kept saying this one was next but it wasn’t. Sorry for the inconvenience anon, I hope you like it.
Warnings: angst
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader admits her feelings to Spencer after a long time of friendship and he doesn’t believe her and thinks it was a cruel joke. She’s storms off and later Spencer meets Morgan and he asks her if reader already confessed and Spencer gets that she didn’t pull a prank so he’s trying the next few days to apologize until the reader forgives him
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Upcoming Imagine: the reader was kidnapped and the team finds her…
You stood in front of Spencer’s apartment door, waiting for him to answer it after you knocked.
You had texted him earlier and said that you needed to talk.
You have been wanting to tell Spencer about your feelings for him for a while now, and you finally built up the courage to do so.
He opened the door with a smile.
“Hi Y/N, come on in.” He said presenting his warm apartment to you.
You walked in and sat on the couch, immedialty feeling anxiety catching up to you.
“What did you want to talk about?” He asked sitting in front of you.
“Spence… I like you… I’ve been thinking and I really like you.” You said, realizing how pathetic the words sounded.
Spencer’s brow furrowed. “What?” He asked harshly.
“I-I like you Spencer. In the boyfriend girlfriend type of way…”
“Are you kidding me?” He yelled as he stood up.
Tears started to pool in your eyes but his face didn’t soften whatsoever.
“I thought I actually meant something to you! You know you can’t just… pull a cruel joke like that with me. We’ve talked about this!” He yelled, making you flinch.
“Get out! I thought what we had was important, not just something to throw away like this!” He yelled as you rushed to his door.
Once you were out of his apartment, he slammed the door making you cry harder.
You slid down the wall to the right of his room as you sobbed into your hands, realizing that you wasted years of friendship.
After Spencer slammed his door, he gawked, thinking about how you ‘used’ him.
He thought about the waste of time that you were in his life.
He thought you knew that he was sensitive when it comes to relationships and for you to even think about joking about that is just cruel.
He knew you would never go out with him, he knew that you were too good for him.
He called Derek, needing to have a few drinks after the blow up he just had.
Spencer and Derek met at the downtown bar and Derek came in with a smile on his face.
Spencer almost cringed, thinking Derek was a part of the joke too.
“Hey Pretty Boy, what’s up?” He asked sitting next to him at the bar.
“I just… I needed to talk.” Spencer said downing the last of his glass of whiskey.
“Did Y/N come and talk to you yet?” He asked.
“God you too? Don’t tell me you’re a part of this crap.” He said as he ran his hand through his hair.
“Kid, what do you mean?” Derek asked confused.
“Y/N came to my apartment and thought it would be funny to say that she liked me, to say she had feelings for me.” Spencer said.
“Kid, she wasn’t joking.” Derek said with a worried look.
Spencer looked at his friend, seeing the sincerity in his face.
“She has been hesitating to tell you that she actually has feelings for you. She has been nervous about it for weeks. You didn’t… you didn’t blow her off did you?” Derek asked, already thinking that Spencer would never be rude like that, but he was thinking wrong.
Spencer’s face softened as he remembered the argument word for word.
“What have I done?” Spencer asked rhetorically. “I-I yelled at her. I told her to get out of my apartment. I-I made her cry, Morgan she was crying.” Spencer said as he dropped his head in his hands.
“Reid, you need to call her…”
“I know… I need to call her now.” Spencer said quickly pulling out his phone and dialing your number.
Just as he expected you didn’t pick up.
He dialed again, and just like last time he got no answer.
As he dialed again, Derek stopped him.
“Maybe try again later, if you can’t talk to her tonight, there’s always work tomorrow.” He said.
Spencer nodded and they both went home, Spencer thinking the whole night about you.
How he too had feelings for you.
He’s always avoided the thought because he didn’t want to ruin the relationship between the two of you but when you confessed your feelings he did the opposite of what his heart was telling him to do.
The next day, you tried to avoid Spencer as much as you could, your heart still burning from his harsh words.
Luckily, today was a calm day at work; everyone was going through files and organizing.
You sat at your desk as you went through files and Spencer walked by your desk.
“Please don’t talk to me.” You said holding back tears as he stood in front of you.
He thankfully left your desk and went to the coffee pot.
You remember how he would bring you a cup, knowing exactly what you like in it, and you wouldn’t even have to ask.
He would recall how fast you drank it and when it was empty, he knew.
He knew you so well, and now all of that was gone.
You felt a hot tear fall down your cheek as you stood up and sped walked to the bathroom.
You felt eyes on you as you left and heard footsteps follow you.
As you approached the bathroom, you turned around.
“Spencer please just go away.” You said before turning around and seeing JJ.
“Oh sorry, I-I thought you were Spencer.” You said quickly wiping your face as you kept your head low.
“Y/N what’s wrong? Spence didn’t do this did he?” She asked.
That’s what you would have asked too.
Spencer would never hurt a soul.
Except yours.
“No… I’m okay I just… I need to wash up. I’ll be okay, really.” You said with a small smile.
After work that day, you were the first to go home, eager to be by yourself.
You looked at your phone at the multiple missed calls and threw it on the couch before you heard a knock at the door.
You slowly got up and answered it to see Spencer, and when you did you slammed the door.
Tears started pooling in your eyes as you heard him knock again.
“Y/N please.” He said through the door.
You slowly opened it. “What do you want?” You said wiping tears from your cheeks.
“I’m-I’m sorry.” He said quietly. “I’m sorry for yelling at you I shouldn’t have done that.” He added to the silence.
“Sorry for yelling? Spencer you broke my heart. I have been in my apartment crying since you told me to get out. My heart might mend back together but the memory of the pain will always be in my mind.” You said as tears spilled from your eyes.
You slowly closed the door but his hand stopped it.
“I’m so sorry.” He said tears falling down his own face. “Can we start over… go back to where we started? Please.” He begged.
You stayed silent as you slowly wiped the tears from your face for the millionth time.
“Y/N I’m in love with you. I have been for a while and I rejected the thought because I thought you were too good for me. I-I know I can’t fix what I did to you… what I said to you, but I want to be with you. If you changed your mind that… that’s okay, but I want you to know that I love you and I am so sorry.” He said quietly.
There was a silence between the two of you.
A silence filled with thought.
“Are you lying to me?” You asked as you let go of the edge of the door.
“No, Y/N I love you and there won’t be a moment of my life where I will not regret doing what I did.” He said taking a step forward.
You looked up into his tear filled eyes before they fell down his cheeks again. “Please forgive me.” He said before he brought his shaking hands to yours, delicately gliding his fingers across the top of your hands.
You nodded and bit your lip.
“Do you still…”
“I do… I do still love you.” You said as you nodded quickly.
He smiled and pulled you close to him before wrapping his thin arms around your waist.
You pulled away from the hug and he pressed his lips to yours in a savory kiss.
He held your body closer than he ever has before, afraid if he lessens on his grip, you will slip away forever.
But you never would, you would never hurt him like that.
You and Spencer spent the rest of the night holding each other on the couch as he whispered how sorry he was and how he loves you.

Just Friends - part 2

In the morning when I open my eyes, Jared’s arm and leg are flung across me, nearly suffocating me. I try to ease out of the bed but he tightens his grip around me, pulling me closer.  “You’re not going anywhere.” He mumbles, nuzzling his face against my shoulder.

I sigh and reach for his hand, intertwining my fingers with his.  “Are we really doing this?”

“Sleeping? Yes.  Shhh…” Jared mumbles.  “We’re not doing anything else, remember.  You made me promise last night.”

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Imagine being with Juice and having to leave him and then finding him again 5 years later

Part 6

Juice’s POV

You had so many internal injuries that you had been unconscious for about a week now. They had moved you to St. Thomas once you were stable enough. Rosie was still staying with Gemma because I didn’t want her to see you until you were awake and I had been staying the night at the hospital. When I wasn’t there though, I made sure one of the sons was with you. Club business had been slow thankfully so I had been able to spend most of my time with you. I was watching Tom and Jerry on the tiny hospital tv in the corner when Chibs came in.

“How ya doing lad?” Chibs sat down on the chair next to mine.

“I’m alright, nothing’s changed.” I said with a shrug.

“Aye, she’ll wake up soon. She’s a strong one.” He told me reassuringly while putting his hand on my shoulder.

“I know she will. It’s just hard, ya know?” I asked him. He nodded.

“I know lad. I’ve got the day off ya want some company brother?” He asked.

“That’d be great brother. Thank you.” I smiled at him and started discussing club business with him. Chibs stayed for about three hours before he headed back to TM. I searched the tv before giving up with a sigh. I put my head on the bed next to your side and drifted off to sleep.

Reader’s POV

Everything hurt and it was dark. Was I dead? No, everything hurt too much for me to be dead. Where was I though?  The basement had a little window in it so it wouldn’t be pitch black. Wait, I think my eyes are closed. I attempted to open them and failed.

I made a small whimper noise and attempted to open them again. It worked this time and I woke up to a dark room with soft glowing lights. Definitely wasn’t the basement. I could tell it was night time from the large windows on the one side of the room. I looked from the window to the monitor. Hospital? Ryan wouldn’t of taken me to a hospital. I looked down at the form laying partially on the bed. A broken sob came out of my throat as I realized it was Juice.

“Juice!” My voice came out rough as tears streamed down my face. He groaned softly but didn’t wake up and I managed a little giggle through my tears. God I hope this wasn’t a dream. “Juicey, baby.”

I lifted my hand up and poked his head. He grumbled and looked at me sleepily. He stared at me for a full minute before his eyes got huge. He jerked up fast and smiled big. He started a couple of different sentences but tripped over the words. He took my face in his hands and kissed my lips lightly. He brushed my tears away softly before pulling away and walking to the door. He opened the door and just screamed for a nurse. I giggled again at him. One came and told him to shut up before he told her that I was awake. She nodded and came into the room to check on me.

After checking everything, she said that I was looking good. She got me a glass of water and then left after scolding Juice for two minutes. He came back over to me and smiled.

“How you feeling?” He asked me as he sat down in the chair beside the bed.

“Like shit, think I might be coming down with some sorta bug.” I smiled as he playfully glared at me. “You?”

“Sorry, I know that was a stupid question.” Juice said.

“That’s okay.” I told him. He took my hand lightly in his and then kissed each of my knuckles on that hand.

“I was so worried about you.” He whispered. “Don’t leave ever again.”

“I won’t.” I said. “What happened with… ya know…” I trailed off.

“Taken care of. Don’t ever have to worry about that again.” He told me. “Nothing bad will ever happen to you again”

“I know it won’t. I’m sorry. I just I didn’t know what else to do.” My eyes filled with tears again.

“Tell me what happened, please.” Juice said. I told him everything, why I left the first time to why I came back and left again. He didn’t speak the whole time and just listened to what I had to tell him. He squeezed my hand during the parts I got too emotional and when I was done he took in a deep breath and looked me in the eyes. “Nothing will happen to you or Rosie. It doesn’t matter what happens to me. My brothers will take care of you both. You will be protected and loved. I love you both so much.”

“I love you too.” I smiled and he leaned over and kissed me. I kissed back before pulling back. “Where is Rosie?”

“She’s with Gemma. Trust me, Gemma is spoiling the shit outta her.”  Juice chuckled.

“Good.” I nodded and yawned.

“Go to sleep baby.” Juice said. I looked at him.

“Will you lay with me?” I asked.

“I won’t fit babygirl.” He smiled. I moved over as much as I could and He smiled and shook his head at me. I patted the little piece of bed that I left. He got up and laid down gently beside me. I lifted my head up and he put his arm under it. He kissed my head and softly put his other arm over my stomach. I intertwined our fingers and closed my eyes with a smile.

We woke up the next morning to a nurse “Awwing” us. We chuckled and she checked on me and left. He kissed my head and grabbed his phone. He made a few phone calls to Gemma and then Chibs. I got to talk to Rosie for a minute. After that we spent the whole day talking about us. About how we wanted our family to be. A doctor came in a lot later in the day and checked on me. He said I should be good enough to go home in the next couple of days.

We smiled at the news and Chibs came by the hospital not long after that. Juice was going to take Rosie to dinner and bring Chibs and I back some. He kissed me and then left. Chibs and I talked while he was gone. He told me how happy he was that I was with Juice again and how much the boys and him loved Rosie. He also told me about how Gemma was already planning grandma and granddaughter days for her and Rosie. I got happier and happier with every sentence he said. This was the family Juice and I had always dreamed of having. Juice came back with food and sat on the bed with me while Chibs and I ate. I asked how Rosie was and he gave me 5 drawings that she had done for me.

“She wanted to come with me to see you but I told her you were still healing from your boo boos.” He said with such a serious face that I just busted out laughing as did Chibs. The next couple of days were filled with this. Juice going to see Rosie and take her out to do something while another Son came and sat with me. Mainly Chibs but Tig also came a couple of times too. Juice and I were watching cartoons when the doctor came in.

“Can I go home now?” I asked.

“Yes you can.” He smiled at me.  

“Really?” I practically sprang out of bed. Well I sprang as much as my bruised body would let me. Juice and the doctor chuckled. He handed Juice all the paperwork and told him the medicine I would need to take. While he was doing that I was grabbing the backpack that Juice had brought with my real clothes in it and went to the bathroom to change.

“Have a good day Y/N!” The doctor yelled towards the bathroom door.

“You too Doc!” I yelled back and finished changing. I came back out and Juice was chuckling at me. “What?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged with a smile. “Just don’t break anything babygirl.”

“I’ll attempt not to. Now can we please go see our Rosie!?” I begged with a pout.

“Yeah but we have to stop and get your medicine first.” He told me.

“Fine but let’s make it fast.” I told him and started walking out.

“As you wish babygirl.” I went to the front desk and started filling out check out paper work. Once we finished I hurried as fast as I could outside. Juice came running up beside me and lead me to a black van. I looked at him confused. “I’ve been bringing it ever since the doctor said you’d be getting out in a couple days. I figured you wouldn’t be up to riding my bike.”

“You are the sweetest.” I kissed him softly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too baby.” Juice smiled and kissed my forehead. “You need help getting in the van?”

“Nah, I can get it.” I told him. He looked at the van then me.

“Eh, I’ll help anyway.” Juice said and picked me up and set me in the van. I laughed and kissed his cheek.

“Why thank you kind sir.” I said in a bad english accent. He chuckled and kissed me before going to the other side and getting in. We drove to the pharmacy and picked up my medication before heading to TM, which was where Gemma had Rosie. They weren’t in the garage when we got there so we went in the clubhouse. Gemma, Rosie, and all the boys were in the clubhouse. They all cheered when they say us. Everyone came up and lightly gave me hugs and welcomed me home. I smiled at them and hugged back. Rosie came running up to me while yelling mommy. Juice caught her just before she made contact with my knees.

“Woah! Easy there princess. Mommy still hurts.” He said putting her on his shoulders.

“Sorry mommy.” She said looking at me sheepishly.

“That’s okay baby. Mommy’s really happy to see you. I missed you so much.” I told her and kissed her cheek. She smiled.

“I missed you too mommy!” She said.

“Didn’t you have a surprise for mommy?” Juice asked Rosie.

“Yes!” Rosie smiled. Juice set her back down on the ground. “Go grab it.” Rosie ran off towards the back with Gemma following behind her. I looked at Juice confused and he shrugged his shoulders. The guys were all relaxing around as we waited for Rosie and Gemma to come back.

Rosie came running back from the back with Gemma coming up behind her. She had a box wrapped up like a gift.  I smiled and kneeled down when she got in front of me. She held it up and I smiled and took it from her lightly.

“Thank you baby girl.” I said to her and opened it. Inside the big box was a tiny box. I looked at it confused and then opened it up. A gasp fell from my lips and I put a hand over my mouth as I looked from the box to where Juice was kneeling down behind Rosie. He had pulled her on top of the knee he had up. He smiled at me and so was Rosie. I looked back to the engagement ring in my hands. It was a beautiful black onyx with one diamond in the middle of it. It was kinda like the one his grandma used to have.

“Are you asking me what I think you are asking me?” I looked at him again.

“Marry me?” He smiled. I nodded not trusting my words. The boys all started cheering and he slid the ring on my finger before kissing me passionately. Rosie said ewww as she was caught between us and we all started laughing. Juice got to his feet and then helped me to mine. Gemma came over and took Rosie.

“Go make me more grandchildren you two!” She ordered. The boys all started hollering and we laughed at them. Juice pulled me close to him.

“Trust me, I’ll be working on that later.” He whispered in my ear and I blushed at his words. “I love you, Mrs. Ortiz.”

“I love you too, Mr. Ortiz.” I kissed him and everyone cheered louder. In that moment, I felt like cheering too. I finally had everything I could ever want or need in my life.

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What would UF papyrus and US sans reaction be to them saying something really mean or hurtful to their S/O out of anger and their S/O shuts them self in their room crying.

Underfell Papyrus

You stir the jasmine tea in the mug absent-mindedly while reading your book, absorbed within the author’s melodious words. Taking a sip, you make sure the tea is the right flavor, then decide to add in a scoop of sugar. Satisfied, you pick up your mug, your eyes still trained on your novel and make your way toward the couch, but suddenly, you slam into a large force, spilling your hot tea on yourself and the tall skeleton. You yelp and flinch back from the tea scorching your skin while Fell angrily screeched in shock, his sharp teeth clenching in fury. 

“MY BATTLE BODY! I JUST WASHED THIS!” Fell’s voice booms in anger. 

“Papy, I’m so sorry!” you grab a towel and before you could help him wipe off the accident, he snatches it away from you. 

“COULD YOU BE EVEN MORE USELESS?!” the words fly out of this mouth before he could even stop them. 

Your blood runs cold and your body freezes, your mind unable to accept his harsh words, “W-What?”


Shit. That was harsh, even for him. Fell knows that. He knows that it was an accident. But why did he say that? Why can’t he apologize? Why does he keep going? 

“I-I’m sorry,” is all that you could say before you turn away and rush to your room, closing the door behind you. 

Grabbing the nearest pillow, you scream, your heart shattering in two. 

Meanwhile, Fell stands outside your door, his fist raised, prepared to knock as he hears your cries from inside. Sighing, the monster lowers his hand and crosses his arms. It’s better to just leave you alone for now. But guilt consumes him as the image of you heartbroken expression burns in his mind. Unable to stand around and do nothing, Fell goes into town.  

An hour later, you calm yourself down, reducing to only a few sniffles here and there, but your chest still aches. Looking at the time, you notice that it’s only 7 pm, but you decide to just go to bed anyway, just to get this day over with. Crawling out of bed, you change into your pajamas and hear a sudden knock on the door. 

Not wanting to see the skeleton, you yell, “Go away, asshole,”

You expect some kind of response from your boyfriend, especially if you just insulted him like that, but none came, peaking your curiosity. Waiting a few moments, you make sure that he’s actually gone before you open your door. When you do, you find a gift basket stuffed with two bottles of fancy wine, a small white teddy bear, and two heart shaped chocolate boxes, all wrapped together with a cute bow. You pick it up and bring it inside, placing it on your desk, expecting some kind of note of apology. You find none. You scoff at the gift, but can’t bring yourself to toss it in the trash. Does he really expect that he can win your forgiveness with this? Yeah fucking right. Setting out what you originally intended to do, you take a shower and brush your teeth, falling asleep on your cold bed half an hour later. 

You wake up groggily the next day, rubbing your temples with your fingers as you remember what happened the day before. Great. Maybe you should take a page out of Red’s book and just stay in all day. You do not want to see your boyfriend today. After going through your morning routine, you make your way downstairs, following the surprisingly delicious smell of pancakes and syrup. 

Fell silently flips the pancakes in the kitchen, noticing your arrival. You take a seat, confused, but wary. The skeleton sighs and swallows his pride, bringing a large stack of pancakes to you. 

“I MADE THESE FOR YOU,” Fell sets them down, kisses your head, and massages your shoulders. 

He doesn’t even bring up what happened yesterday. You look at the set up around you, the warm breakfast, with a glass of milk and a single rose in a vase, you realize that this is his way of apologizing. You heart repairs itself, glowing in forgiveness, but that doesn’t mean you’re not going to take advantage of this. You wonder what it’s like to have the Great and Terrible Papyrus as your servant for the day.  

UnderSwap Sans

“YOU’RE NOT GOING TO COME TRAIN WITH ME AGAIN?!” Blueberry cries, his face turning bright blue as he clenches his fist. 

“I’m sorry, Blue, but I’m not up for it today. I’m not like you were I can do rigorous exercise everyday,” you stretch your sore arms. 


You frown in guilt. Last night you promised you would train with him today, only because he kept insisting and bugging you until you gave in. It might be childish to not keep up your promise, but you don’t know if your body can handle it. 

“I’m sorry,” 

Blue rarely gets mad, but seeing how you rather spend your being lazy than spend time with him, he lost control of himself, “I HATE YOU!” 

You flinch back away from him, never seeing him this angry before, especially directed toward you. His words hits you with full force and before you know it, your tears stream down your face and you’re slamming your bedroom door behind you. 

Realizing what he just did, Blue runs after you, calling your name over and over, knocking on your door. 


Crying into your pillow, you shake your head, refusing to let him in. Eventually, your emotions drain you, and you fall asleep with Blue calling your name over and over again. You wake up two hours later in your dark and quiet room, your cheeks dry from your tears. Sighing, you heave yourself out of bed. You’re still exhausted, but anymore sleep would just ruin your sleep schedule. Thinking about what Blue said to you, you know that you overreacted, but the words still stung. He was upset and wasn’t thinking, which isn’t like him, but you realize that his training sessions weren’t just about making him stronger, but a way to spend time with you. feel like the scum of the earth. 

With your stomach rumbling, you remember the leftover tacos from the day before are still in the fridge. You open your door and find Blueberry still waiting for you outside, but in a nice suit and holding a bouquet of flowers, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. 


“That’s a little…creepy isn’t it?” you can’t help but giggle, even if you are mad at him. 

“AHH I’M SORRY! I WON’T DO IT AGAIN!” the skeleton apologizes profusely, but then his expression darkens, “But I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.” 

Blue doesn’t meet your eyes, but his usual, cheery self remains hidden in the darkness. You can’t stand to see your boyfriend like this. Leaping into his arms, you instantly forgive him, while he cries about how sorry he is. 


“I’d love that,” you smile, and wrap him up in a kiss.

You are definitely looking forward to tomorrow. 

3:00 am

Genre: Angst, slight smut

It was 3:00 am in the morning and it was freezing cold. It was nearing winter in your South Korea and you were having a love-hate relationship with the weather. The sky is twinkling with thousands of stars. It was as if they were twinkling just to praise the moon. Although the cold breeze is nipping at your nose, you continued to stay with Zen to admire the view on his apartment complex with a beer in hand. 

You both were sitting down on a thick blanket, talking about random stuff in your life. You talked about his past and upcoming projects, the RFA, aliens, and the people who lived in tall buildings. 

“Can you imagine who is living in that room?” you pointed to a window where the lights are still on. 

“Hmm,” Zen started. “I imagine a teenage boy pounding meat.” 

“Zen!” you laughed. He chuckled a bit and drank a bit of his beer. “I’m kidding.” He said. 

“Yeah. I know.” you replied with a giggle. “But, I imagine the person is either lonely or in love.” You sigh. Zen chuckled again. “MC, you’re so poetic.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Says you. You’re an actor, i’m reminding you in case you forgot.” A cold whiff of air suddenly came. You pulled your coat tighter around you and shivered. Zen noticed this, taking your hand in his. “Do you wanna go inside my room? It’s getting a lot colder.” You intertwined your fingers. “I would love that.” 


A moan escaped your lips while Zen is kissing your neck. His hands are caressing your clothed back. “You’re so beautiful.” He said, still kissing your neck. Your coat was discarded long ago along with Zen’s shirt and coat. You felt his lips linger on your neck before he pulled away. 

He laid you down his bed and kissed your lips. You can taste the beer that he drank before but that didn’t bother you a bit. You grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to get more friction between you two. Zen groaned. He pulled away to catch his breath but it was quickly taken away when he looked at you. God, you were so beautiful. You looked like an angel. Your hair was disheveled and your lips were parted as you were catching your breath too. 

Zen took a hold of your sweater and took it off you. He kissed down your breasts, stomach, and he finally reached your jeans when you stopped him. He was confused.

“We should stop here,” You sat up and hugged your knees, looking down onto his sheets. 

“Why?” He asked. 

“You know why, Zen.” You looked up at him. 

“Does he really take care of you?” He asked. “W-what?” You stammered. 

“You heard me, MC.” He looked straight into your eye. You didn’t reply. You just stared at his eyes. He already knew the answer. You both sat in silence for a few minutes until he spoke up again. “MC, let me fill his shoes, please.” He started. “I can love you better than he does. Hell, I can do whatever you want, MC. I know he’s been neglecting you for work.” He came closer to you. “Please just let me.”

You looked at him and opened your mouth to say something but before you could you were cut off by your phone ringing. You grabbed it from the nightstand and looked at the caller id. “It’s him,” you told Zen. He shut his mouth immediately.

After a few rings you answered the call. A deep voice greeted you. “I’m sorry for calling you so late, MC.” Jumin said. “I wanted to hear your voice since I was busy the whole day. I also want to tell you something.”

“Oh. That’s fine.” you said while looking at Zen. 

“How was your day?” Jumin asked. “It was boring. I just stayed home.” You answered. “What is it that you want to say to me?”

“Come to my penthouse tomorrow. We’re spending the whole day together since all of my work has been taken care of.” Jumin replied. “Sure.” you answered. “I’m about to sleep now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay then. I love you,” He said. 

I love you too,” you hung up and looked down.


As promised, I’m opening 2nd batch for L3 zine and new merch for Aug - Sept batch. Some of the items also available at Comifuro booth L12, 2 Sept 2017 (Saturday only)

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PO open from 21- 30 August 2017

Thank you!!


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not-that-kinda-gurl08  asked:

25 with Dean Ambrose

“Tell me again!” Dean growled in my ear, the vibrating dildo was lined up against my entrance, teasing me as he circled it around where I needed him to fill me. “Who do you belong to?”

“You!” I whimpered instantly regretting ever teasing the man.

My hands were bound behind my back and my ass was propped up in the air. I couldn’t move and was at his mercy. Earlier in the day, I pretended to be flirting with Seth just to frustrate Dean. I apparently had underestimated how he planned on getting back at me.

His hand squeezed my ass, “That’s right, Baby. You’re mine. I don’t like sharing. And you know that.”

“I do! I’m sorry, Dean. Please, just give it to me already.” I whined. 

I could hear him tsk, “Not just yet.” He pushed the vibrator in to my wet, waiting heat. “I’m going to need you to beg just a little more for it.” His fingers trailed down my spine, lightly tickling my skin. “I’m going to bring you so close to the edge, then leave you empty. And I’m going to do it over and over again, until you’re a crying, quivering mess.” 

I moaned along with his words, attempting to rock my hips back against the vibrator. How I wished he wouldn’t torture me and just fuck me without holding back. Instead, he continued moving the dildo in and out of me slowly, barely moving.

“Then, when you think I’m done,” He leaned down to breathe against my neck, “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

My head spun as my orgasm neared, Dean must have sensed it and pulled the toy out of me. I cried out, needing to be filled again. “Please, Dean!” I cried, “Please.”

“Not yet, Kitten.” He chuckled, “Best buckle up, you’re in for a long night.”

As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for You, my God. Psalm 42:1
‘My soul thirsts for God.’ Just as the physical body has a need for water, so too does our soul but it is a thirst that will only be quenched in God. True joy and fulfillment are only possible after surrendering one’s life to the source of living water, Jesus Christ.
“LORD, I thirst for more of You today. Please fill me again as I seek You, meditate on Your word and commune with You in prayer. Let the dry times increase my desire for you, not diminish it. Let me drink of the living water that you alone can provide. In Jesus’ Name I pray. Amen.


anonymous asked:

Hey i have seen your tutorial of the see-through , but i dont understand how to make it and how to fill colors in it :( Can you please explain it to me once again . Iam sorry if i bother you . Thankyou 😁😊

Hello!  You’re not bothering at all.  I tried to make it more clear, I don’t know if this will help, it’s really basic but I think with the steps and the color guides you can figure it all out! 

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Please forgive the super crapy “previews”, it will look better in game, don’t worry…


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