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Just Following Orders, Sir - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11,985

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Shower Sex, Teasing, Death of bad guys, Sir, Squirting, Voyeurism, Boob Job

Notes: I know this is long overdue, but the word count makes up for it right? I got delayed because of Howler Con (I lost 3 says yo). I hope you guys like this. I liked this idea a lot actually.

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The Two Of Us || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by sugutie

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Angst

Happiness was something you couldn’t afford. It was something that only the lucky got and somehow you turned out to be just another unlucky fool. Happiness was overrated anyways. All it meant was that you got to live your life without trial and error, without pain, without hurt, and god you wanted that so badly. All you wanted was for a chance to be happy, and not feel the ache in your chest that you felt now.

There was the thought, that maybe you never would be happy. Maybe you were destined to live a life of loneliness and pain, and never overcome it despite how hard you tried. Maybe you were never supposed to make it over the mountain and just continue falling down like you had been your entire life.

You thought for a while, that there was finally an end to the pain, and you had found it in a man named Min Yoongi. Everything with him had been perfect. Nights and days were meaningless to both of you as you had each other. Everything you ever needed could be found in one another, and that was how the both of you lived during your relationship.

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Kill Zone - Part 10: Ghosts of the Past

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak, Agent Samuel Campbell, Agent Crowley MacLeod, Lisa Braeden, Cassandra Robinson (mentioned), Helena Spencer (OC - mentioned), Sheriff Donna Hanscum, Jo Harvelle (mentioned), Charlie Bradbury (mentioned), Rufus Turner (mentioned)

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Warnings: IEDs, Bombs, war is horrible, character death, self blame, injuries, Crowley is a dick.

Word Count: 7400ish

A/N: So sorry for the long wait y’all! I needed a break from the angst after angst day. I am back at it and hopefully I will get part 11 to y’all a lot faster!

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for almost killing me while editing this. This series would honestly suck without her. Thank you Ana for pulling the impossible out of me!


Crowley looked beyond exhausted. He had been trying to get Dean, who was just staring blankly into space, to talk for hours now. Cas had forced you to lay down on the couch in the precinct when you had returned after making your phone call. It couldn’t be long now. He had booked his flight and been out the door with you still on the phone. He had reassured you everything would be okay, but you weren’t so sure. You felt like the longer Dean was in that room, using his training to keep Crowley at arm’s length, he was slipping further and further away from you. He was slowly becoming the person he had tried so hard not to be ever since he got back from Afghanistan.

“I need to talk to him Cas,” you spoke quietly, fighting to hold back your emotions. If you let any feelings through, you would be crying in no time. Tears wouldn’t help Dean. If anything they would just insure you never got in that room with him.

“I know,” Cas answered you, taking a deep breath. “It can’t be long now.”

“Long before what?” You looked up at your partner, confusion written all over his face but he just smiled at you, softly shaking his head.

“You really think I didn’t know who you left to call? Sam will be here soon. He’ll offer us the distraction you need,” Cas answered you matter of factly, making your jaw drop. You were just about to make a million excuses for your actions, knowing they could cost you your job, but Cas laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder before continuing to speak. “If you hadn’t made that call. I would have. You’re secret is safe with me Y/N.”

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Special Instructions (1/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website.  (AO3)
Rating: M (eventually)
Word Count: ~1700

This has been burning a hole on my desktop for a couple months now and I just really felt like if I didn’t start posting it would probably never get finished… I’m a couple chapters in with the writing but I think this is going to end up being like between 10 and 15 chapters, all roughly the same length if I can pull it. We’ll see how that goes. Anyway, this was gonna just be like a cheesy smut fic originally but I apparently like to overthink things and it became slightly cuter of an idea…

@stubble-sandwich THANKS FOR LETTING ME GUSH ABOUT THIS STUPID IDEA WITH YOU. Look at me, finally posting the fuckin pizza guy au… christ…

Special instructions: pls make smiley face with pepperoni, i could use something happy right now

She’d typically have left the box blank but Emma was currently full of self-pity and a little too drunk to really care how she appeared to the rest of the world.

Two years she’d spent with Walsh. Two years of warm embraces and whispered I love you’s and sweet kisses and integrating him into her close-knit group of friends despite some heavy resistance – especially from David; she reminded herself to give her brother a hug later for trying – and for what? 

For him to just “reconnect” with his ex at what was supposed to be their engagement party?

“I’m so sorry, Em. I never meant to hurt you like this. It just… happened. I can’t help how I feel.”

She scoffed in disgust. What an asshole. A total prick.

She finished off her fifth – sixth? – bottle of beer and popped open another. Maybe after another few she’d forget the sight of him with his tongue down that other woman’s throat. Maybe she’d forget the shock and guilt on his face when she’d dropped her glass of champagne at seeing them together, stunned to see her betrothed blatantly cheating on her by the bathrooms while their party guests mulled about in the main room, completely clueless.

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Forbidden Feelings (Chapter 1)

Summary: Being married to a man you don’t love or want anymore is taking a toll on you, but the way out is nowhere to be seen. When your husband hires a you a new sexy bodyguard, the man suddenly turns your world upside down, giving you hope to step up and take control of your life again. | Bucky x Reader
: reader, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark
Warnings: none really
Word count: 1017
A/N: A few things. 1) A new drabble series, yay! I’ll try to update this one atleast twice a week. 2) Tags are open for this, hmu if you want to be tagged. 3) The lovely @marvel-ash is making me a header for this. I’m so excited. No need to rush, hun! 4) Leave me feedback. What do you think? Got any suggestions?


Originally posted by jawlinesandmetalarms

Another boring, dull day or your miserable life. The same thing over and over again. Waking up in a house you’ve lived in for more than 4 years now. A place that at first felt like your safe place, a home, something you always looked forward to at the end of the day. But now, it made you sick and tired, the empty walls sucking the life out of you. You made your way to the bathroom, only stopping to reach for a clean towel from the dresser. You stood in front of the sink, looking at your reflection in the mirror, but failing to recognize the once bright young woman that you used to be, with a promising future ahead of you, but one you lose over a simple, stupid crush.

You met your husband, Tony, 5 years ago when he spoke about the perks of being a famous businessman in the auditorium of your University. You were sitting at the last row, listening to him boast about his company and becoming one of the richest men in the country. You thought he was funny and fairly attractive. So at the end of the gathering, you were surprised, to say the least, when he approached you and asked you for dinner, saying how he couldn’t help but keep his eyes off of you, which is something you presumed he said to every one of his side quests these days. Nevertheless, you agreed and no more than a year later, you were Mrs. Tony Stark.

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Confidential Couple

Request from anon for an Opie x Reader, where the two keep their relationship a secret due to the reader being Jax’s little sister.

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

You jump as you feel a pair of hands on your waist, ripping your earphones out and looking behind you. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry.” Opie grins, pulling you back into his chest and wrapping his arms around your tummy. “I’ve hardly seen you today.”

“I know, babe, but my mom is already suspicious. We’ve gotta be careful.” you reason, relaxing back into Opie’s chest and breathing in his calming scent.

He hums in response, his head nuzzling into your neck before his lips start pressing kisses to your skin, your eyes closing as you place your hands over his. “Ope…”

“Jax is fixing up some car, the others are out.“ he mumurs between kisses, your body slowly but surely melting under his desires. “We’ve got time.”

A bang in the distance makes you jump, Opie pulling away from you as you go back to sorting through the box of family photos, your heart beating a thousand times a minute.

When you’re both convinced the coast is clear, you huff, turning around to face your secret lover. “I’m sick of sneaking around, Ope. I don’t wanna be like this anymore.”

“What, you think I do?” he asks defensively, before letting out a heavy sigh. “You’re the one who wanted to keep us a secret.”

“Yes, because I don’t fancy seeing my boyfriend and my brother at each others throats.” you snap, regretting it instantly, though you do nothing to apologise. Closing your eyes, you run your fingers through your hair, frustrated at the whole situation.

“I gotta go.” Opie says, turning away from you and heading out the room. You shake your head at his retreating figure, grabbing your stack of photos before exiting the room, heading towards the main area of the clubhouse.

Pausing your music, you grab a couple ice cold beers from behind the bar, heading out to TM. Just as you reach the garage, bikes fill your ears, the missing members flooding into the lot.

“Need any help?” you ask once you reach Jax, him straightening up from under the cars bonnet, smiling at you in thanks as you hand him a beer.

“Nah thanks, sis, I’m almost done.” he replies, cracking open the top of the bottle and taking a long gulp. “Is Ope alright? He just took off, seems kinda pissed.”

“I’m not sure.” you lie, taking a drink of your beer. Jax nods in acceptance, Chibs, Clay and Bobby saving you from the conversation.

“Doesn’t look too good with the Irish, we need to be on high alert.“ Clay warns, Jax throwing the rag he was holding on the floor. “Get everyone here, lock down.”

Your mind goes straight to Opie, and even though you know he can take care of himself, you know you won’t stop worrying until he’s back. “I’ll go get supplies. Food, drinks, extra pillows. Any requests?”

“Can you get us some cigs please, lass? You know the ones.” You nod in response, checking your pockets for your car keys and cash before practically speeding off.

“Take one of the prospects with you!” your stepdad shouts, you waving him off in response, insisting you’ll be fine.

As you’re moving around the store, throwing pretty much everything in your cart, you ring Opie for what feels like the fiftieth time, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally answers. “Do you ever stop calling?”

“Do you ever stop ignoring my calls?” you sass back, grabbing a huge pack of toilet paper and placing it in your cart. “Irish aren’t happy, we’re on lock down.”

“Shit.” he says, realisation in his voice. “No wonder Jax has been calling me.”

“Yep.” you deadpan, walking down the aisle full of candy, knowing your nephew is going to be bouncing off the walls from all the sugar. “That’s what happens when you act all grouchy, you miss information.”

“I’m not grouchy.” he defends, though you can tell he’s smiling through the phone. That’s one of the things you love about the two of you, how easy it is to forgive and forget. “Where are you?”

“I’m just at the store near Floyd’s, needed an excuse to get away so I could dial you a million times without being questioned.” you reply, already feeling a lecture coming on from your protective ass boyfriend.

“Please don’t tell me you’re alone.” he says, you staying silent. He curses under his breath, keys jangling in the background. “Stay there, I’ll be there in five.”

“Yes sir.” you tease, seduction in your tone, before ending the call. You smile to yourself as you move from aisle to aisle, content with the knowledge that you and Opie are on good terms again, no matter the circumstances.

As you reach the back of the store, the varieties of ice cream making your mouth water, a chill creeps up your spine. You look over your shoulder, the feeling that someone is watching you too strong for you to be mistaken.

You grab your cart, deciding to get the fuck out of there. Of course, your instinct is right, a hand covering your mouth and yanking you backwards so hard you almost lose your stepping.

Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest as you struggle, your screams silenced against the man’s hand. He pinches your nose, cutting off your only air supply as you frantically scan the store, praying that someone, anyone, will walk up the aisle and save you.

You look down, seeking an opportunity as you stamp on the persons foot as hard as you can, glad you’re wearing boots as the man temporarily moves back from you. You have no time to recover as you abandon your items, sprinting towards the exit.

Just as you reach the outside you feel a hand latch onto your hair, a sound of agony leaving your lips as tears fill your eyes, panic and pain flooding through you. He yanks your head back, delivering a harsh blow to your face, your cheek throbbing.

“Fucking bitch.“ the man spits, his Irish accent helping you understand his motive. You try to free yourself, but his grip is too tight, your limbs too weak to fight back.

”(Y/N)!“ You almost cry in relief at the sound of Jax, you twisting to see your brother and Opie running towards you. You’re shoved to the ground, your knees scraping the concrete, a hiss leaving your lips.

Jax rushes to your side as Opie moves to the man, and you’re thankful the lot is empty as the two men start fighting, Jax raising you gently to your feet. “Are you okay?”

You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks as your body shakes with adrenaline. Looking behind Jax, you notice the Irish man is behind held up against the wall, Opie delivering blow after blow.

“Opie! Ope!” Jax shouts, finally forcing his way between the two men. The Irish man slumps to the floor, unconscious, as Jax pushes against Opie’s chest, the taller man deliberating on what to do before he steps back. “I’ll go see if any of this shit has been caught on tape. Take my sister to TM.”

Jax jogs away, Opie’s gaze finally settling on you as he takes you in. “Jesus Christ.”

He’s next to you in a flash, slipping off his kutte and helping you put your arms through the sleeves, warmth and his scent covering you. Your body feels exhausted, drained even, but you resist Opie’s requests to pick you up, knowing you need to keep your strength up.

He’s as delicate as anything as he places his helmet over your head, snapping it shut and making sure not to trap any of your hair as he does so. Once he’s mounted his bike, you settle behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back.

Your body is heavy with fatigue as you struggle to stay awake, Opie’s natural warmth making you feel all the more relaxed.

You’re free for no more than ten seconds before you’re bombarded with questions, Opie’s bust lip being ignored once your dark purple cheekbone comes into view, Clay practically frothing with anger as your mom soothes you.

“I fucking told you to get one of the prospects!” Clay shouts, your eyes filling up again as Gemma tries to calm him down. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?!”

“Back off!” Opie booms as he stands in front of you, your fingers gripping the back of his tshirt, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep in his arms.

“Or what?” Clay responds, his voice eerily calm. “She’s my daughter, I’ll talk to her however the fuck I want!”

“Yeah? Well she’s my girl, so treat her with some fucking respect!” Opie roars, your grip tightening on his shirt as everyone falls silent. You step from behind your boyfriend just in time to see Clay lunge for Opie, Bobby and Chibs somehow keeping the two apart as they try to reach one another.

“Stop it!” you scream, everybody pausing to look at you. “Don’t you think I’ve been through enough tonight?!”

You angrily wipe your eyes as the group watches you silently, pity on all their faces. “Sweetheart-”

“No.” you cut your mom’s sentence short, your voice shaky yet strong. You shake your head in disgust, hating that they’re all acting like this when you could’ve been kidnapped tonight. “I’m going to bed, and I swear if any of you disturb me-”

You swallow the lump in your throat, refusing to break down as you turn on your heel, heading straight to the only place you know you’ll feel safe. Opie’s room.

About ten minutes later, you’re wrapped up in his duvet, wearing one of his giant tshirts and a pair of his boxer shorts. His scent is everywhere, and as much as you love it, it’s making it all the more harder to resist him.

Your phone vibrates, you fishing for it under the covers until you find it, a new message notification on the screen.

You alright? X

You smile despite yourself, messaging Opie back and telling him it’s safe to come in. He does so promptly, an apologetic look on his face as he sees your tear stained cheeks. “Hey.”

“Hey.” you whisper, your voice hoarse from shouting. Once he’s shut the door, he makes his way over to you, crouching beside the bed as he moves your hair around your ear, your eyes fluttering shut at the contact.

“I’m sorry.” he says, pressing his lips lovingly to your forehead. His tone is nothing but genuine, the look in his eyes the same.

“Me too. I didn’t mean to shout.” He shushes you quietly, a smile slipping onto his lips. “Can you come lie with me, please?”

He doesn’t even need to think about it, kicking off his boots and taking off his jeans before he’s crawling in beside you, wrapping his arms around you protectively as you nuzzle into his chest, feeling as if weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Jax knows, by the way.” he mumbles casually, his hand stroking your hair soothingly. You sit up slightly, eyes wide as you wait for him to continue. “He took it surprisingly well.”

“Really?” Hope floods your body. Maybe now you and Opie will be able to act like an actual couple. Well, once people have gotten used to the idea.

“I mean, yeah, he was pissed at first, but once he realised how much I love you, he understood.” Your heart flutters, a warm flush spreading across your face. Neither of you had even thought of the word love, let alone said it aloud, and Opie’s now nervous expression proved that.

Without hesitation, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his own, your hand going to the back of his head as he kisses you back, your skin tingling as if it’s the first time.

“I love you, too.” you say once you pull away, the words easily rolling off your tongue. “Thank you for protecting me today.”

“I’ll always protect you.” You kiss him once more, before relaxing back into his hold and allowing yourself to drift to sleep, safe in the arms of your lover.

A/N - Really didn’t plan on this being so long, but I hope you like it anyway!!! Been going through a bit of writers block so you’ll have to excuse me for the lack of updates, but I’ll keep trying to produce for you guys! See you next time ❤

This Distance Between Us

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: Peter is hiding something and you just want some answers as to why.

Warnings: very mild cursing, Angst, and possible tears.

Prompt used: “I deserve an explanation. I deserve an acceptable reason.” from {This list}

Originally posted by timelordinaustralia

You sat on his bed, tapping your foot on the floor at a growing pace. The window, cracked from you sneaking in, caused the cold night air to pour in. Sure, you weren’t exactly supposed to be in his room, but you wanted answers. You needed answers.

It hurt, it really did. Seeing the new-found pain in his eyes. But what hurt you more is him not telling you why. You were best friends. You thought that meant something. You sighed, closing your eyes and trying to not to do something rash. You had decided that you were going to stay. Leaving now would be a mistake. At least that’s what you had repeated a million times now.

Hearing the window slide all the way open, you immediately stood up, staring at it as if a monster would pop out. He stepped in, looking every direction besides yours; he quickly threw something from his hand to the corner - a ball of fabric? You coughed, causing him to turn around, looking as though he saw a ghost. You only broke into his apartment, it wasn’t that new.

“W-what are you doing here? It’s super late..” Peter said, as if he was concerned, but there wasn’t a hint of that. More… worry, than anything.

“We need to talk.”

“Talk? ‘Bout what? I-I don’t understand.”

“You’ve been distant, Pete. You’re not the same kid as you used to be,” you muttered. You didn’t expect this to be so hard. Why was it so hard? “And I want to know what’s happening.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” He crossed and uncrossed his arms, eyes quickly scanning the room, finally landing on his bed post. He leaned against it, trying to be casual, but failing greatly.

“Is it because of me? Do you not like me anymore?”

“No-what?! Y/n, i don’t think you understa-” You cut him off, not listening to him anymore. He wasn’t going to answer-no. You should have known it would be a bad idea.

“I deserve an explanation, Peter! I deserve an acceptable reason.” You winced at your cracking voice and how loud you had gotten without realizing it.

“Peter… please.” Voice barely a whisper, you just wanted to go home. It was a mistake, a stupid, stupid mistake. And here you thought that it would be easy, that it would be a simple talk. Ha.

“I’m sorry-I’m so so sorry…”  He looked at you in a way that made your heart break. He meant it, he meant it so damn much.

“Why are you sorry?” you asked before your brain could stop you.

“Because I can’t tell you.”

“…You.. You can’t tell me?” you questioned, obvious shock in your voice. You really didn’t expect that horrible answer. You didn’t want that in the slightest.

“I can’t tell you.”

“And why is it that you can’t tell me? Your best friend, this super secret thing.”

“Because if i tell you, you could get hurt. And… And if you got hurt…” He drifted off, eyes glued to the floor. “I couldn’t live with myself, okay?”

“And Tony said I couldn’t tell anyone so-” This time he cut himself off. You didn’t question it. Whatever.

“Peter, I won’t get hurt. But I will if you don’t tell me. I don’t think you know how much it hurts me to see you like this. You don’t get as much sleep, you… no offense, look absolutely terrible. I can’t just stand here and not know what’s making you like this and not be able to help.”

“I’m sorry,” he said after too long of silence.You sighed, rubbing your temple.


“I’ll see you when you start telling me things, Peter.” You turned on your heel, heading for that damned window, but he stopped you with one arm.

“I like you,” he sputtered. He was biting his lip so hard it was probably going to bleed. You knew what that meant: nervousness.

“Really, now? Right now?” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “You know I like you, I know you like me. But this isn’t about this. We can’t do that right now.”

“Please just let me leave. I need to think. Alone.” You looked at his arm instead of pushing it off. A part of you wanted him to hold you there, and talk things through, but you didn’t think he was capable of that. Not yet. He was too unsure of himself.

And just as you expected, he let go. Trying so hard to not start sobbing, you gave him a small, sad smile, before climbing out into the cold air..

Swooping Confession (Newt Scamander X Pregnant!Reader)

Requested: Yes

@itsjustsuds: HI! Okay first of all, I am in LOVE WITH YOUR NEWTXREADER FICS. So, secondly, I have a request of my own:) Could you write one with a muggle reader telling newt shes pregnant? (It would be really cool to have snippets from the pregnancy to the birth, Personally I would love to see Newt all fluster during the delivery…BUT I"ll love what ever you write!)

Word Count: 780

A/N: ARG I FEEL LIKE THIS IS SO BAD AND ITS SO SHORT TOO IM SORRY WORLD!I also had no idea what to name it, hence the boring title -_-


You pace back and forth, trying to contain your overflowing, mixed emotions.
How were you going to break the news to Newt? How would he react? You were scared to death yet something, at the back of your mind made you feel warm and giddy inside.

You stayed quiet for the first couple of days, still trying to find the perfect way to deliver the news to your husband. But you couldn’t wait any longer, you had to confess now.

Hesitantly, you lower yourself gently into his case. His working figure scurried around inside, clearing away stray glass vials and lugging dozens of books in his arms.

As you approach him you suddenly come to halt, forgetting your not-so-well thought out plan. His name had already escaped your lips and you stood there, frozen in place as he spun around to face you.

Screw the plan, you say to yourself. I’m winging this.

“Hello love.” he says gently, with a lopsided smile. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting distant lately.”

Dang it, he knew you so well.

Your eyes must have widened because he came over and wraps his arms around your frozen figure.

“You can tell me anything,” he murmurs gently into your hair. “I’ll support you.”

You nod and take a deep breath, ready to tell him everything when the Swooping Evil flies out of nowhere, knocking you out of Newt’s protective arms and on to the ground. It hovered slightly over you, teeth bared.

You laugh nervously, stroking its head, calming it down, desperately hoping that your brains wouldn’t be its next meal. Not like you and the Swooping Evil weren’t on good terms, you two had shared many memorable moments, it’s just the thought of it feeding on human brains that bugged you.

“Oi! How many times have I told you to leave her brains alone?!” Newt cries, frantically opening the shed door and beckoning it outwards. It gave a human like shrug and swooped gracefully out the door, a beautiful blur of colours.

“I’m sorry, love. Although I never knew why he was so fond of your brains and not mine,” he says with a smile, pretending to be hurt. “It must be as perfect as the rest of you.”

“Haha, well it might be because there’s another brain in my body.” you blurt out, laughing rather loudly afterwards. You mentally facepalm yourself, wanting to bang your head against the wall. Smooth, (Y/N) smooth. That was probably, undoubtedly the worst possible way to tell him. Maybe winging it wasn’t a good idea.

Without looking at Newt you quickly spin around on your heel, heading out of the case when Newt gingerly reaches out and grabs your arm, preventing you from running away from your problems. Dang it.

“(Y/N),” he murmurs gently, pulling you closer. “What did you say? Are you saying…what I think you’re saying?”

You look up into his pleading eyes full of hope and you knew that you couldn’t hide it anymore. You had to tell him properly.

“I’m…I’m pregnant.” it escapes from your quivering lips.

What happens next is a complete blur. Newt bodily lifts you up with his strong arms and spins you around, laughing. You hold on to his strong figure tightly, a smile rapidly spreading across your face.

Newt suddenly lets you down, a frantic look on his face.

“I didn’t hurt the baby did I?” he asks, faint worry lines appearing on his forehead.

“No, don’t worry.” you say, reassuring him. His worry lines disappear and his face resumes a beaming smile.

“I’m going to be a real mummy!” Newt cries happily, squeezing your shoulders with excitement.

“Newt, you are already a mummy to all of your creatures. You’re going to be a daddy, a father.”


Newt stares nervously after your figure on the hospital bed and walk over to one of the scurrying doctors.

“Are you sure you’re doing this right?” Newt didn’t know about them, but this was definitely not how Graphorn breeding and birth worked. He tried to give the nurses some tips and encouraging advice but they all just shot him looks of disapproval before attending to you once more.

“Sir, calm down. Everything is completely normal and under control.” the doctor says sternly. “If you attempt to interfere again I will kindly have to ask you to leave.”

Newt wanted to protest but all thoughts left his mind when he heard the sound of a baby crying.

His baby, your child. A beautiful child was suddenly put into his arms.

All he could remember after that moment was that he felt nothing but intense waves of happiness.

Title: I Do… Not - Part 2

Warnings: I probably used swear words… oops.

Request: Thanks for the multiple requests for a part 2!

Note: This is the follow up (and final part) of this piece. I hope you enjoy the ending. Lemme know what you think!

Other Parts: (Part One)

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests

Six months had passed since a single sheet of notebook paper had changed your life. You had been so sure of where your life was headed, and now you were more confused than ever. Breaking off your engagement had been hard, learning that your best friend had been in love with you the entire time was even harder to wrap you mind around. Piecing your life back together had been difficult, but you knew you were close to coming out on the other side. Even though you weren’t sure of much, you were sure of two things. First, William loved you; second, you had finally realized you were in love with him, too.

The closer the train got to Toronto, the more nervous you became. You and William had spoken often and seen each other a handful of times since you had found the letter; but with respect to your feelings, William never brought up his feelings again or pressured you to feel the same way. Now you were ready, ready to be in another relationship; ready to tell him how your feelings for him had changed over the past few months.

You punched his address into your phone, arriving at his building only minutes after leaving the train. You hurried to the elevator, adjusting the backpack slung over your shoulders. Your fingers drummed nervously against the elevator wall as the floor numbers blinked past, anxiously waiting until the door slid open on the 9th floor. You scurried through the doors and down the hall, pausing to take a breath before knocking on the door of his apartment.

You heard the shuffling of feet and the turn of the lock before the door was , pulled opened, revealing a very tired looking Willy; standing there in just his boxers. His eyes lit up when he saw you, his hair still disheveled from sleep. “(Y/N), what are you doing here?” he asked happily, his arms instinctively wrapping around you, pulling you in for a bone crushing hug. Your arms locked around his bare torso, your heart beating faster; happy you were in his presence.

“I just wanted to see you.” you shrugged, pulling away slightly to look up at him.

“You came all the way here just to see me?” he questioned, surprise in his eyes.

“Yeah.” you said, suddenly very conscious of how strange it now seemed that you had arrived at his apartment door, unannounced.

“Will, who is it?” a female voice called from inside the apartment.

Your heart dropped when your eyes looked past William’s sturdy frame. The short hallway opened up to the kitchen where a beautiful blonde woman stood at the counter, slicing oranges.

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sad ksi/happy tobijizzle x reader imagine: you’re toxic

REQUESTED: “Hello! Can you maybe write an imagine where the guys think that JJ isn’t treating you well (and you know he isn’t) but you can’t leave because your blinded by love? Hope that’s not confusing, thank you so much :)”

SIDENOTE!!!!!: I pretty much turned this into a Tobi imagine so yeah, have fun Tobi stans

I sat on a chair by the makeshift bar, swirling my straw around my cup. It was New Years Eve, and the Sidemen were throwing a party. Tobi, my best friend since secondary school, had insisted I must come despite my reluctance. Although mainly, I was here to spend the night with my boyfriend, JJ. He, however, seemed to have other intentions.

As I watched him from afar I felt the familiar sensation of my heart aching, a feeling that was way too common these days. He danced with a girl who’s name I did not know, his body on hers, hands dangerously roaming over her dress. I bit my straw as I watched him bite his lip. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was on his mind. It also didn’t take a genius to figure out that whatever that was, I wasn’t included. It occurred to me that, actually, JJ had no idea that I was even in the room. I hadn’t had a conversation with him since I arrived. I had spent hours waxing, moisturising, applying makeup and curling my hair, putting on my shortest, tightest dress just to attract his attention and yet it didn’t work. He wouldn’t have noticed me any less if I had just not turned up at all.

And it hurt because I loved him. I loved him so much and as much as I sometimes wanted to, I couldn’t change that, and I would never be able to leave. It had been two years with Jide and loving him lately was like being stranded at sea. It felt as if my lifeless, draining body was floating around aimlessly and he had the lifeboat - except he couldn’t see me. He had no idea of my suffering, and if he did, he probably still wouldn’t care. The amount of times I had spoke to him only confirmed this point. I would gather up all my courage and confront him, telling him I knew what was happening in our bed when I was gone, I knew what was going on when my back was turned. He would stroke my arm, look me in the eyes and tell me it wasn’t true. ‘Let me show you how much I love you,’ he would say. Then we would have sex, he would leave and do it all over again. 

My eyes searched the dance floor, and yet I couldn’t see him anymore. Him, and the unknown girl, were both nowhere to be seen. I stood up, hoping to get a better look over everyone’s heads in my heels. All I saw was people dancing. I downed the rest of my drink before heading to the dance floor, excusing myself through the crowds to find my boyfriend.

Then I saw it. Sarah, both Cals, all in a corner. Both Cals in a heated conversation. Sarah looked over at me and her face dropped. I knew what had happened before I even saw it.


My cup dropped to the floor, the small amount of liquid in it instantly spreading across the ground. My eyes were focused on Jide. He was headed up the stairs, one hand on his drink, the other in the hand of the girl from earlier. She trailed behind him like a poor, naive puppy, struggling to walk in her boots. I watched as they headed left. Left.

His bedroom.

It’s not like it was the first time it had happened. No, Jide had had so many girls in that bedroom other than I. However this was the first time I was physically seeing it. Never before had I seen Jide be unfaithful. And now that I had, I couldn’t deny to myself that it was happening anymore. 

I didn’t wait around. Tears filled my eyes as I turned on my heels, heading towards the door. I picked up the pace as I left, stopping at the road outside the house and sitting down. Instantly I broke down into floods of tears. 

Again. Again he had brought another girl back. Again another girl would be twisting in his sheets, his hands on her body, her lips on his. The thought made me gag. 

“Y/N I’m so sorry.” 

A hand touched my back and I felt two people sit down on the curb next to me, one on each side. I turned to Sarah and cried into her neck as Lux stroked up my back. I couldn’t help but feel that they were the worst two people to comfort me right now; they were the perfect image of everything I had ever wanted and everything I had once had with JJ. All I had ever wanted, since such a young age, was to be in love. I had always wanted marriage, children. I wanted that Disney Princess kind of love. I thought I had found that when I met Jide. And I had; I had experienced falling in love. However, perhaps I had never actually felt what it felt like to have someone fall in love with me. The thought made the tears escape faster.

“y/n please leave him man, he doesn’t deserve you at all.” Cal spoke into the darkness.

“I love him,” I wailed. “I love him so much.”

“I know you do Y/n but you deserve so much more than this.”

Sarah’s voice was soft and emotional, as if she too was hurting. I didn’t respond, only letting Cal rub my back some more. Suddenly he withdrawed his hand and I felt two people sit in front of me.

Someone grabbed my hand. The other hugged me, letting me cry into their shoulder instead. I recognised the cologne, and the feeling of a snapback against my neck. It was Tobi. My hand remained cold, but appreciative in the persons whom sat next to him. Once he pulled away I realised it was Freezy.

“oh y/n..” the tone of my best friend’s voice was enough to make my heart hurt as everything became more real. he proceeded to sit cross legged in front of me, looking me in the eye as Freezy rubbed my hand in his.

“y/n, i have known you for so long..for the most part of my life,” he stated, his eyes directly on mine. “and this isn’t you. you’re not you anymore.”

“the y/n i knew, the y/n i grew up with, she fantasized about love non stop. she lived in a disney movie. i remember sitting in your living room, eating your mum’s lasagna and you telling me that one day when you were all grown up you were gonna live in a big princess tower with a prince and that i could come and stay whenever i wanted. you had your heart set on that princess life.”

i looked down, welling up again. Tobi continued.

“i know that you love him, y/n, i know you do. i see it. but you have to realise, this love is destroying you. it’s not requited anymore.” there were more footsteps from behind me. “and it might have been at the start, and it was all bless for a while but it’s not now. tell me when was the last time he took you out? when was the last time he even told you he loved you?”

“I don’t remember.” I cried. Freezy tightened his grip of my hand. “But I can’t leave him, Tobi. What if I never find anyone new?”

“There is no doubt in my mind you’ll achieve that disney princess life one day Y/N believe me. And if you don’t by fourty, then I’ll marry you. I’ll walk you down the aisle myself, and then I’ll buy us a big princess tower and I’ll live there with you for the rest of our damn lives. You’re gonna be loved, Y/n. You’re already loved.”

I heard Sarah sob softly from beside me. “He’s so right Y/n. You deserve all the love in the world.”

I looked up from my fingers, my eyes stinging. All eyes were on me.

“You’re right.” I whispered, softly, my voice flying into the darkness. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Tobi hugged me again, tighter this time.

“I’m so glad to hear you say it Y/n you have no idea. You’re gonna get through this, you’re gonna move on.” His voice lowers slightly.

“You’ll find someone new, Y/n. You won’t end up having to marry little old me.”

I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Tobi, marrying you would be a blessing.”

does this make sense? | 03 (m)

• pairing: min yoongi x reader, college! yoongi
genre/warnings: smut, drama
• words: 6,521
→ summary: you meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

» playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | + | ✓

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anonymous asked:

Plz write something where Archie is jealous and confesses his feelings to Betty and Jughead thinks she'll break up with him for Archie but Betty makes it clear the only person she has feelings for is Jughead

Of course! 

Archie’s Jealous

Betty was standing in Archie’s room, her hair tied in a messy bun, an oversize hoodie wrapped around her. He had texted her a few minutes ago, begging her to come over to talk.

She tucked her hands deeper inside the arm holes. “What is it, Arch? You’re freaking me out.” She smiled.

Archie reached towards Betty’s arm, then stopped himself. “Betty, I need to be honest with you.” 

Betty nodded. “Okay. What is it?” She looked concerned - what was going on?

“When I see you with Jughead, I… I guess I didn’t realize before, Betty. But I want to be with you. I want to be with you, Bets.” 

Betty’s eyes dropped to the floor.”You do?”

Archie reached for Betty’s hand this time, lightly grabbing her arm and finding her hand buried in her sleeve. “Seeing you with Jughead… I want you to be happy, Bets. But I want you to be happy with me.”


Archie smiled at Betty. “I know I’m a little late, but…” Archie took a step closer to Betty.

Betty took a step back.

“Archie… over the summer, I missed you so much. You’ve been my friend for so long and I hadn’t seen you in a while. I thought the feelings I had for you were… well, I was confused. I didn’t know what I wanted. And I was right, Arch, I do love you. But I see now that I love you as a friend. As a brother.”

Archie scrunched his brows in confusion.

“I’m falling for Jughead, Arch.” She turned on her heel, heading towards the door. “I hope you can be happy for me.” She smiled slightly, leaving the room.

Betty bounded down the stairs, exciting the Andrews household. Just as she closed the door, she spotted Jughead.

“Bets? What were you doing at Archies?” Jughead asked. He wasn’t jealous, or meaning to be invasive, just curious.

Betty walked towards him and reached for his hand, leading him away from the Andrews house.

“Archie told me he has feelings for me.” 

“Oh.” Jughead said defeatedly. He scratched the back of his head and dropped Betty’s hand. He started to nod. “Okay, yeah, no problem.”

Jughead turned and was about to walk away, towards the home he was staying in.

“Where are you going?” Betty questioned.

“I-” Jughead motioned towards Archie’s house. “-going to wallow in self-pity, I guess.” 

Betty reached her arm out to grip Jughead’s shoulder. “Don’t leave.”

“Betty, I just want you to be happy. But I don’t know if I’ll be able to watch…” 

“Jughead, stop.” Betty smiled, reaching out to brush the stray curl out of his face. “I told Archie I wasn’t interesting in him like that.”

“You did?” 

“I did. Jug, I am so lucky to have you.” Betty couldn’t stop twirling Jughead’s curl around her fingers. 

Jughead smiled.

“Jughead I…” Betty looked down at the ground, trying to gather the courage to tell him. “I’m falling for you.”

Jughead pulled Betty into an embrace, his large hand caressing her cheek, feeling magnetized by her. His lips caught hers, her bottom lip between his. 

“Me too, Bets.” He murmured against her lips. “Me too.”

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Episode 3 - Episode 4 - Episode 4.5 OR Episode 5
Words: 5.6k
Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au


Absolutely unbelieveable.

“Unbelievable.” You mutter under your breath, mopping the floor roughly and narrowing your eyes at Yoongi whose chest is heaving, eyes are shut and the letter z’s are practically dancing in the air.

The moment he stepped inside, he collapsed onto the sofa dead asleep while you slaved away, beginning to clean his house from top to bottom.

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Hell on Earth, Part 1

Hell on Earth, Part 1

Castiel x Reader (AU)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: language, suspense, gore.

A/N: This is a Zombie Apocalypse AU. It may be a little bit of a slow burn, at least compared to my other series. Photos in collage are not mine.

Part 2

The wood of the small shed moaned and creaked as the harsh wind hammered against it. Those sounds were so much sweeter than the crying of the dead as they shuffled around in the snow. It tuned them out, almost like a pair of headphones.

Ah, headphones. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for some music… and hot chocolate. No, tequila. But those were pleasure that had disappeared just over a year ago, when this whole shit show had started.

The walls shook again, causing your body to sway as you leaned against them. “Crap,” you murmured. The winds were picking up, and you were almost out of food. You had barely left the tiny, empty toolshed in the last six days. You needed to get out of there before they could smell you. And that thing wasn’t going to hold up forever.

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anonymous asked:

Jungkook + 1 & 24

Jungkook + 1. A Night Together + 24. “Just kiss me.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” Jungkook wound an arm around your midsection and hauled you forward. You tipped in his grasp, your heels uncertain beneath you.

It had probably not been the best idea to get drunk tonight. You were willing to admit that. Tomorrow you still had to show up to work and alcohol would not change that. It would not change the sad pitiful tone your friends would take on when you told them that your boyfriend had dumped you. It would not spare you the looks of concern from your coworkers when you showed up looking haggard for the next week, too emotionally exhausted to put any effort into your appearance.

The only thing it would do was numb you, just for a few hours.

But still, it had been a worse idea to call Jungkook.

You could’ve called anyone, your friends were all probably home since it was a weeknight. You could’ve called a cab. You could’ve even called your parents—they didn’t live too far out of the city.

But you called Jungkook. And you couldn’t quite justify it to yourself. Maybe it was because he’d been your friend when you were young. Maybe it was because he’d been your childhood crush before you’d even realized what a crush was. Maybe it was because you’d run into him a few weeks ago and exchanged numbers even though you’d known you would never reach out to him.

What was surprising was that he had answered your call. Then, in spite of the fact that you were virtual strangers, he’d come.

So when he’d shown up and you’d finally come to your senses, you’d tried to leave the club on your own. You would not drag Jeon Jungkook into your mess.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he repeated, holding tight to your middle. “You’re drunk.”

“I can make it home,” you insisted, digging for your phone in your purse. “I just have to call a cab.”

Jungkook eyed you then he took the phone from you, not forceful but still in control. “I’ll ride with you.”

Which was how the two of you ended up in cab together, Jungkook holding up your head from falling forward as you fought off sleep, and thirty minutes later you were walking up your apartment building.

Jungkook groaned at the uncomfortable position and hissed at the sight of you twisting your ankle for the fifth time that night. He stopped and pulled you to his back. “Do you think you can hold on?”

You nodded, sloppy but certain. He tugged your arms around his neck and hauled you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and held as tight as your exhausted body would let you. In a different state of mind you would wonder at the bizarreness of it all, you receiving a piggy back ride from a grown Jungkook after years of not seeing him.

When the two of you reached your front door, he set you down and you fought not to land on your ass, still tipping back before being able to right yourself.

He turned to face you and gave you a concerned look. “Are you okay from here?”

You nodded then stared at him, at the changes in his features. He had always been cute but now he was handsome. Grown up. “My boyfriend broke up with me,” you confessed, testing to see how his expression would change. What would pity look like on Jeon Jungkook?

It was beautiful and sad. “I’m sorry.”

“You should kiss me,” you said, aware it was ridiculous.

He shook his head. “You should go inside.”

“Just kiss me. Just this once.” You felt tears well up in you, but you couldn’t understand why. Jungkook’s rejection shouldn’t matter. It was a stupid proposition. You’d expected him to say no. But you’d already been rejected once and this felt like salt in your wound. “I used to have the biggest crush on you, you know. I wanted so bad for you to like me too. Did you?”

He smiled, so shy and cute it pained you, and redness crept up his cheeks. “You should get to bed.”

You nodded, suddenly drained. “Thanks, Jungkook.”

He didn’t leave until you were inside and it took all of your energy not to rush to your window to watch him go. You had to busy yourself taking off your heels, heading to your room, plugging in your phone to charge, and washing off your face.

By the time, you reached your bed you were wishing you could take back your boldness with Jungkook and you were planning out a longwinded apology when your phone buzzed. Jungkook’s name rose a panic in you and you told yourself he was probably just checking to make sure you got in okay. You opened it, taking a breath.

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River Vixen Romance (Cheryl x Reader Request)

Request: Cheryl x fem reader- You join the river vixen and she has a crush on you’ - Anon.

Characters/Pairings: Cheryl x Fem!Reader, Betty, Veronica.

Warnings: Kissing.

Word Count: 710.

Originally posted by hellomadzstuff

‘And from the top!’ The redhead yelled at us from the front of the hall. The music started and we went through the routine yet again. It was my first River Vixen practice and I was starting to lag a little. Cheryl’s routines were hard going and she was a perfectionist when it came to her squad.

Suddenly the music stopped. Everyone let out angry sighs, we were desperate to get through the routine at least once.

‘Cooper, you call that sexy? I could look sexier with my Grandma’s underwear on my head.’ Cheryl barked to the bashful looking blonde at the back. Everyone glared back at Betty, despite the fact she probably hadn’t done anything wrong but Cheryl liked to nit-pick. When the elegant Captain turned to me, my eyes widened like a deer in headlights.

‘Good job y/l/n.’ She spoke softly, the complete opposite of the harsh tones from moments before. I was taken aback.

‘Um, thanks.’ I could feel the eyes of the squad on me and my face flushed. Cheryl walked to the front again.

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The Bangtan Club (Namjoon/Seokjin)

Prompt No.2: “I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.” (could be funny/sarcastic, or fluff, honestly the writer has free reign). Based off of the Breakfast Club. 

Genre: The Breakfast Club!AU. 

Words: 13K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Dear Mr. Lee, 

It is to our understanding that from today’s detention session that you wanted each of us to write a letter of self reflection, detailing our wrongdoings and what we’ve learned from committing such “heinous acts” in the eyes of the school officials; however, after much thought, we’ve decided to tell you the story of who we are as a whole.”

Tags: Namjin, VMin, drug (Marijuana) use, alcohol consumption, smoking, profanity, etc.

*Please read Author’s Note below the read more cut.

Originally posted by peaches-and-joonie

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Nothing To Fix (Alec x Neutral!Reader)

Warning: I know Alec is a gay character. But he is just that, a character. Keep that in mind. Please, also note that english is not my first language. I am sorry if there are any mistakes, please feel free to point them out to me I won’t be offended. All credit goes to the creators.

“Y/N, Pandemonium tonight, you coming?” Jace asks, leaning against the wall. “No” I answer, stepping away from him. “Isabelle is sick, Alec and Jace need backup for tonight’s mission. You’re on it” Maryse orders as I pass by her. “No” I answer, going on my way.

“I wasn’t asking!” she shouts, causing people to turn around.

“And I am not going” I shout back.

“If you are not working then you’re worthless in here, you might as well leave.”

“I was on my way to say goodby to Isabelle, now if you don’t mind my plane leaves in two hours and the traffic is quite terrible in New York.”

I can feel his eyes on me as I go up the stairs, and I wish he comes after me, grabs my arm and tells me to stay. But he doesn’t. “Come in” Isabelle says. “Oh, Y/N! I’m so sick, I don’t know what that warlock did to me but I’m pretty sure I already lost weight in just a few hours” she complains. I smile, taking her in. “I came to say goodbye, I’m leaving” I speak. Isabelle looks at me, furrows her perfect brows, tilts her head to the side “what do you mean, leaving?” she asks. “London. Preston called the other day, Jessica is leaving for Los Angeles so there’s a vacant spot on his team.” The brunette gets up from her bed and starts pacing the room, gathering her thoughts. “I have to go, Izzy, I just wanted to say thank you for sticking by my side through everything. You never gave up on me, and it means the world to me. I know I will never have another friend like you, it breaks my heart to leave you behind but I have to go” I say, grabbing her arm. She doesn’t say a word. She stares at me, tears in her eyes. She hugs me tight, so tight that I can almost feel my ribs breaking.

“Don’t do this” Jace’s voices. “He’ll come around, give him some time.”

“I gave him a year, Jace. And you and I both know that I would have given up sooner if it was someone else. He had a year, 365 days. And he did nothing. It hurts me more than it hurts him. I’m a mess and he’s happy. I don’t deserve this.”

“No, you don’t. But you don’t deserve to leave your home because of him. I’m here! Izzy is here! You don’t need him!”

“That’s what you don’t get Jace! I do! I need him! He is my whole life. Was. He was my bestfriend. I already lost a little bit of him when the two of you became parabatai, and know I just-” I stop for a minute, wiping my tears away. “It would be much easier if he was dead. That way I’d know that I can’t have him by my side because he is not here. But he is. I run into him every day. I hear his voice, I hear him laugh, I see him smile and I know that the reason why he is not by my side is because he doesn’t want to be. Do you have any idea how much it hurts when the person you care about the most shuts you out for someone else. He just erased me from his life. I would have been alright with just a little spot in his heart. With just a smile, a text or a hello from time to time. But he decided that I was not good enough for him anymore. And it hurts so much because I tried so hard to fight for what we had, but I was the only one fighting for it. It’s just no fair for me to force him into something he doesn’t want. I’m leaving, but you’re welcome to visit!” I try to smile through my tears.

“He doesn’t deserve you. And I know he knows that.”

“You better be dying, Lightwood. I just fell asleep for the first time in three days” I grumble as I answer Isabelle’s call.

“Y/N-” her voice is shaky.

“Izzy what is it, is Jace alright?” I panic. Is Alec alright? I think but can’t get myself to say it out loud.

“Yes, no. I don’t know. Y/N, Alec is dying. Everyone says he is dying but he can’t die. You need to come, I know you can wake him up. You two have a special bound, you always had. Please, Y/N!” she cries over the phone, talking so fast that I can barely keep up.

“Jace and him have a special bound, you and him have a special bound. Alec and I have nothing, I can’t help you Isabelle, I’m sorry.”

“So you are just going to let him die?” she yells. “You already broke his heart when you left, now you’re gonna take his life?”

“I broke his heart?” I yell, taken aback. “Watch your mouth Isabelle, karma is a bitch and it was time for it to bit him in the ass.”

“When did you turn into a cold hearted bitch?”

“When your brother ripped my heart out of my chest and stepped on it more than once” I answer, hanging up.

I throw my phone on the bed and start pacing the apartment. He deserves a little suffering. I stop dead in my tracks at that thought. When did hurt turn into hate? I take a deep breath, put some clothes on and head for the door. I am not Alexander Lightwood, I don’t give up on people.

“Where is he?” I asks, entering the New York Institute. “Maryse, where is Alexander?”

“In his bedroom. I didn’t know you were coming back” she says, clearly surprised.

“I am not, Isabelle called” and with that I turn on my heels, heading to Alec’s bedroom.

I push the door open. Jace is sleeping on a armchair that looks really uncomfortable, Isabelle is caressing her brother’s hair. I approach her slowly, “Izzy” I whisper. She turns around, a look of disbelief on her face. “You came!” she whispers, louder. “Y/N I’m so scared.” I hug her tightly before turning my attention to Alexander. He looks terrible but yet so angelic. I take a step forward and stop. I don’t know what to do next. Am I allowed to touch him considering the way we parted a few years ago? He’d look so peaceful if it wasn’t for the sweat on his face and his whole body shivering.

“Where is she?” I enquire.

“Idris. She said she had important things to attend to.”

“What could possibly more important than her dying husband?” I roll my eyes.

“He never loved her. He married her name, her status. That’s why she hates you. You’re his world.”

“Stop fooling yourself, Isabelle. If he loves me half as much as everyone pretends he does, he would have fought for us” I bark. “I told him he’d be miserable if he married her, he knew what he was getting himself into. He deserves to be unhappy within this marriage.”

“I get it, it’s a mechanism of self-defense” Isabelle states. “We both know you wan’t nothing but rainbows and sparkles for him. But if hating him makes it easier for you, alright. I’ll play along.”

“What are you expecting from me, Izzy? I don’t have super powers, the best I can do is shake him hard enough for him to vomit and wakeup while chocking on it” I shrug, taking a sit on the bed.

“I was thinking more… Less brutal. Maybe you could talk to him? He loves you Y/N, he just never had the guts to tell you. Or you could kiss him Disney Princess style?” she suggests.

“I am not putting my lips on his. Nope. Not happening.”

As I lay eyes on him I can’t help but feel pain. Memories of all we lost coming back. From the corner of my eyes I see Isabelle wake Jace up and the both of them quietly leaving the room. “Alright, it’s just you and I, I guess” I start. “I don’t know what to say, Alexander. I’m just-” I search my words. “Angry. I’m just angry at you, at the world. I don’t understand how we ended up like this, how you ended up throwing me away. You pushed me out of your life, and I just can’t figure out why. I mean, I suppose she didn’t want me around but I thought our friendship was way stronger than an arranged wedding.” Tears starts streaming down my cheeks. “I don’t understand how you could choose her over us. How you could choose politics over us. I know you are devoted to your family, but still. It’s unfair for your parents to expect you to repair the damage they’ve caused, you have your own life to live, your own mistakes to make” I pause, getting out of the point. “Just wakeup, alright? I’ll be gone before you regain full consciousness, I promise. I don’t wanna cause you any trouble, I don’t even wanna be here but I can’t let you die on me. I’m not like that, Alexander. So, please, open you damn eyes and stop sweating like that it’s disgusting. And why are you even shivering, it’s summer in New York, what happened to those tight black shirt of yours?” I sigh, getting up.

I pace the room, thinking of a way to wake him up without him chocking on his own vomit. Or having a concussion. Or broken bones. Or stabbing him. He’d heal though. I notice that the pictures are still the same as before. He still has pictures of me in his bedroom. There’s a box with my name on it. As I open it I find all the stuff that I threw away. Pictures, teddy bears, his clothes, gifts he gave me over the years, and the necklace. That fucking necklace he saved money for for weeks when he was seven, he wanted to give me a forever gift. I wore it for years, no matter what. This necklace was my direct link to him. I would grab the little heart shaped diamond whenever I wanted to feel connected to him. And God, I almost had a heart attack that one time I didn’t feel it around my neck, only to find out that Alexander had held on to it for me while I was in surgery. Once again, he’d been the one to put it around my neck. When I took it out, a few years ago, it broke my heart. It meant game over, no turning back. The necklace was all I had left of him, taking it off was ripping Alexander from me once and for all. Like a bandaid. I reached for it countless of times over the past few years, only to be reminded that there was no Alec in my life anymore.

I yawn, the time difference hitting me hard. I lay down next to Alexander, one hand over his chest to make sure he’s still breathing.

“Y/N, you’re crashing me, roll over” I hear a muffled voice. I groan, rolling on my side. I feel myself falling off the bed before strong arms catch me. “Oh my God, are you drunk?” the voice laughs. “I’m sleepy, leave me alone!” I grumble. I drift of to sleep.

“Looks like the two of you finally made up” Isabelle cheers. I open my eyes, only to see that Alec’s arm is thrown over my body, his legs tangled with mine. “Great, you’re alive. I need a shower” I say, pushing his body away from mine. I see hurt go through his eyes but decide to not pay attention to it. He deserves pain. I think. Yet, you crossed an ocean to save him a little voice in y head adds. I splatter water in my face, attempting to make my head clear.

“Y/N, Preston is calling!” Isabelle calls out.

“Preston? Preston the jerk?” Jace asks, surprised.

“Hello? No, I’m heading back today. Book me a flight as soon as possible, I can be at the airport in thirty” I speak into the phone.

“No she can’t. You are not leaving, the two of you need to sort things out! This has been going on for three years, enough now!” Isabelle states. “You are not leaving this place before you had the talk.”

“Preston, book a flight. I’ll call you back” I say before hanging up. “Isabelle, I’m only going to say this once so pay close attention, alright? I don’t want to have the talk. I don’t even want to be here. The only reason I came is because you called me and made me realize that hurt has turn into hate. I don’t hate people, that’s just no who I am. So I came, he is alive, now I’m leaving. And next time he is dying, don’t call me. Do everything you can to save him, but don’t call me. He’s already dead to me. End of discussion.”

“I’m right here, you can talk to my face. Thank you for being better than me, by the way” Alec voices. “I never meant to hurt you, I just- lost control. I took things too far and I didn’t know how to make up for my mistakes so I kind of let it be.”

“You kind of let it be? You fucking broke my heart you fucking bastard!” I yell, tears streaming down my face. “You fucking ripped it out of my fucking chest and fucking stepped on it again and again. I stuck around for a whole year. A whole fucking year. You ran into me every fucking day, you never paid attention to me. You never did anything to make things better between us. I hate you Alexander. And I hate that I hate you because you used to be my whole world, I would have done anything for you! But now I feel nothing but hate towards you! And I’m trying so hard to fight it, but I can’t. You can’t fix what you broke. You broke me and you can’t fix me. You destroyed me. I don’t trust anyone because of you. I can’t because-” I take a breath. “I can’t trust anyone because I trusted you with my life and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to give my heart to any other man when the one I loved for years turned his back to me. There is no making things better. You can’t.”

“Y/N, baby please listen to me” Alexander pleads, facing me.

“Don’t you dare calling me that. Go to hell Alec!” I shout to his face.

“Y/N, please! Don’t do that! I’m sorry! Please! I need you!” he says, grabbing my arm as I pass by him.

“Let go of me, Alexander. I swear to God I’ll chop your arm off” I warn, serious. “I needed you, you weren’t here. You should get a divorce, by the way. Your wife is cheating on you with Preston. I’ve known for years but decided that you didn’t deserve to know. Everyone in Idris knows. Everyone everywhere, actually. So much for a good reputation, cuckold” I spat, storming out of the room.

The Institute fades out behind me. I feel lighter. In a good way, because I finally expressed my feelings. In a bad way, because I feel like I just left my soul and already broken heart behind. I feel empty. I don’t have tears to cry anymore. I feel nothing and it scares me. Love, hurt, hate. What comes next? What do you feel when you have nothing to feel with anymore?

Playing With Fire

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Based on: Playing with Fire - Thomas Rhett

Word Count: 798

Warnings: drinking, angst, cursing, implied smut

Originally posted by adoringjensen

Dean was on his way home from a hunt, Sam riding shotgun and already trying to find another case for them. The younger Winchester didn’t notice when Dean took a slight detour, passing by the house he’d spent many a night in, tangled in sheets, sweaty and grinding against her.

They pulled up to the bunker and climbed out of the car, Sam heading straight for bed while Dean popped open the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass. Pulling out his phone, he began looking for a distraction, anything to get his mind off of her.

Scrolling through his phone, he found her name again, his finger hovering over the highlighted words. 

“Fuck it.” He muttered, the pad of his thumb gently tapping the contact, phone dialing her number.

When she answered, the conversation was short. Two words from him, in the form of a question, followed by a single, simple word answer from her. The he was on his way to her place. Again.

As his headlights bounced off her house, he caught a glimpse of her shadow through the curtains upstairs. Shutting down the Impala, he ripped the keys from the ignition and headed for the door. He didn’t need to be let in, he knew where the key was - hiding under the mat. 

“Not safe.” He mumbled, making a mental note to tell her to move it later.

Another week rolled by, and he found himself at the little dive bar where they’d met. He knew she’d be there. She always was.

“Hey there.” Her voice came from behind him. 

Spinning, he saw her grinning at him, hair pulled half up and the rest billowing down over the cut shoulders of one of his shirts. 

Damn, she looked good. 

“How much longer are you planning on staying?” She sank onto the stool beside him.

“Finish this drink, then I’m heading out.” He lifted his bottle.

“My house?” She smirked, sipping her own drink.

“I… I don’t think so. Not tonight.” He shook his head, licking his lips and waiting for the worst.

“Did I do something wrong?” She leaned back and looked him over, furrowing her brow. 

“No, no. Not at all. I just… Maybe we should stop?” He winced at his own words.

He didn’t want to stop. Of course he didn’t. But he was afraid of what was happening. He was falling for her, and that terrified him.

“Stop? Stop. Okay…” She fished in her pocket and dropped a few bills on the counter, enough to cover her only drink, and then strutted toward the door, catching the eye of a few men on her way out. 

One of them followed her before Dean had the chance to go after her. Then he heard her yelling through the open doors. He sprinted for the parking lot, running to her and catching her as the ugly son of a bitch who went after her shoved her to the ground.

“You better get the hell out of here, buddy. If you know what’s good for you.” Dean glared up at the man.

He scoffed and spun on his heel, heading back into the bar to go after some other poor girl. 

“Didn’t have to follow me.” She mumbled, pushing herself up off and away from him, then brushing the gravel from her hands and backside.

“I heard you yelling. I wasn’t just going to leave you out here on your own.” He explained.

“Well… you should have. I thought we were stopping.” She mocked his tone.

Dean crashed his lips into hers and pushed her back against the trunk of his car. Between kisses, he murmured against her lips, “Does this seem like I want to stop?” 

She reached around and fumbled for the handle of the back door, opening it and climbing inside, pulling Dean with her. As she arched up into him, he rolled his hips against her, the two of them knowing exactly what the other needed.

Waking up next to her, Dean leaned over and kissed her forehead before leaving the bed.

“Stay for breakfast.” She groaned sleepily.

Dean flinched, his whole body jumping when she spoke. He knew he shouldn’t, knew that if he stayed, he would only come to love her more. When he turned back to look at her, the tiny smile on her face was enough to pull him back. So what if he got burned? So what if this could end at any second and he’d be crushed? Right now, this was what he wanted, and he’d be damned if he was going to let one more good thing get out of his grasp. He’d fucked up enough times to know that playing with fire will get you burned, but maybe he liked the scars.

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