i already cried at this bit

10 Minutes(M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut

A/N- I was in my feelings earlier and this was the result. Hope you guuys enjoy it. -Admin Kook


Y/N POV

I stared at his face in the mirror as he remained focus on the dance he was doing. He’s working hard for this comeback but even I know he’s overworking himself. As his girlfriend I have to be the one to tell him to chill out for awhile.

“Yah! Park Jimin!”, I shouted from my spot on the dance room floor. He turned to looks at me with sweat running down his face as he caught his breath. He shrugged his shoulders causing me to frown up and a small sigh left his lips.

“Jagiya I have to practice.”, he stated and I groaned. “Of course you do. But you also have to rest. Take care of yourself.” I challenged his puppy dog eyes with my own and he immediately reached down to turn off the speaker.

“Fine. But only 10 minutes.”, he said moving to sit next to me. I gave a small smile as I handed him a small lunch box. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he took the box with a shy thank you.

“There’s my Jiminie.”, I giggled pinching his cheeks. He stared at me for a few second before setting the lunch box on the floor and pulling me into his lap.

“You’re always taking care of me Y/N. I’m the man here remember. So let me take care of you this time.”, he smirked and I blushed looking away from him.

“But I think I want to try something different. You always said you liked my thighs hm?”, he questioned causing me to blush even harder. I do admire his thighs to the point where I have certain thoughts. Thoughts I didn’t think he had caught onto. He helped me out of my jeans leaving me in just my shirt and panties. His warm hands sliding up my back and latching onto my bra before skillfully taking it off. Thank god for strapless bras.

“I want you to ride my thighs. Show me what you were fantasizing about last night.”, he muttered with a lustful gaze.

“You knew?”, I asked embarrassed as he nodded with a sly grin.

“You’re best friend isn’t really good with secrets.”, he stated and I frowned. Fucking Kim Taehyung.

“Yeah, he wasn’t supposed to know in the first place.”, I mumbled as he leaned to kiss my lips.

His arms wrapped around my waist as our lips molded together. I caressed his cheeks as I opened my mouth for his tongue to explore. His tongue dominated your own as he deepened the kiss. His hands trailed down to my ass while our tongues clashed. I let out a soft moan upon feeling his thigh muscles flex under my heat. A smirk appeared on his lips after he pulled away from my heaving body. His fingers ran through my hair before pulling slightly to expose my neck to him while the other pulled at my tank top. His hungry eyes clouded with lust as I came undone by his talented hands. His plump lips attached to my neck most likely leaving hickeys here and there. My hands pulled as his soft locks as a impatient moan escaped my lips.

“Jimin-ah”, I cried out as he lifted his leg pushing further into my womanhood. “Feel how wet you are already Y/N?” I gripped his shoulders as his action set my nerves on fire. He chuckled before pulling my shirt off and tossing it across the room.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N.”, he mumbled kissing down my chest before taking a nipple in between his lips. He sucked as if he was a hungry child and I squirmed on top of him. His eyes stared up to look me in my face while I bit the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from moaning too loudly. “Don’t. No one is around so be as loud as you want.”

I continued biting my lip as he worshiped my chest with his tongue. When he took notice of my silence he brushed my heat once more with his thigh leaving me breathless as I lowered my face into his neck. I felt myself losing control over my own body as he made unravel.

“Move.”, he commanded and I twirled my hips on his denim covered thigh. I slowly moved back and forth with the feelings of passion flowing through my veins. His arms wrapped around my torso to keep me in place as my orgasm neared. The friction his thigh made with my clit sends electricity coursing through my body. “You like that Y/N?”

“Jimin-ah!”, I squealed as he tensed his muscles and he smirked against my skin.

“Scream my name princess.”, he told me slipping his hands in my underwear to cup my ass. I could feel his jeans becoming damp from my actions. His lips found mine as my pace quickened pulling my release closer.

“Jimin I’m gonna cum.”, I moaned out and he nodded with a grin on his lips. His hands grabbed my hips, rocking me against his thigh harder and faster.

“Go ahead. Cum for me Y/N.”, he said and at that moment I clenched my eyes shut as I reached a full body orgasm leaving me crying out his name and arching into his chest. I buried my face in his neck as I slowed down, rising out my high as he squeezed my thighs. “Good girl.”

Once my body went limp in his arms stood up, carrying me to the practice room couch. He gently set me down before moving to kiss my lips. I reached for his belt but he swatted my hand away and I gave him a confused look.

“I don’t even have to get off if I get to watch you cum like that more often.”, he smirked with his hands in his pockets as he turned to turn the radio back on. The music blared from the speaker as I stared at him dumbfounded.

“That was ten minutes babe.”, he smirked before turning back to dance leaving my recovering form on the couch.

Ever Since You Left Pt. 4

Part one. Part two. Part three.

A/N: Blame @whitechocolateperfection (for everything, tbh) sorry it’s short!! 


When I saw Shawn’s name on my caller ID, I wanted so badly to ignore it. To pretend that we’d never fought, that things were still as they were. I knew though that we needed to clear the air in order to move on, so I reluctantly answered.

“Y/N, look- I don’t like the way we left things. Dinner was tense and weird and I don’t want it to be like that every time we have to be in the same room together. We need to talk.” he said from the other end of the line. I pursed my lips.

“That’s the only reason you want to talk? So things aren’t awkward for other people?” I replied. Shawn sighed.

“Can you just come over? Or should I come to you?” he asked. I paused.

“Come over here.” I said finally. My parents weren’t home, which meant we had the privacy to yell and get all our feelings out. Shawn agreed, and said that he was coming before the line went dead.

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anonymous asked:

okay but power bottom!jimin riding sub jungkook? and not letting him cum? *eyes emoji*

- “I want to touch you, hyung nghh-” - “You don’t deserve to touch me yet”

- Jungkook helplessly lies in their bed, whining and trembling

- Jimin grinding on his thighs, moaning loudly just to make him suffer

- Jungkook gasps, moans and whines the whole time

- Jimin sits on his lap, touching his boyfriends member and enjoys how it twitches between his small fingers

- “Jimin, please-” desperately Jungkook begging

- Jimin rides him so hard until Jungkook is about to cum but stops the second before he could

- sweaty bodies

- Jungkook closes his eyes because seeing Jimin all sweaty, hot and panting is just too much for him to handle

- Jimin kisses his upper body, touching his muscles while waiting for him to calm down a bit

- As soon as Jimins thinks the younger one is ready again, he rides him, moaning loudly to turn him on even more

- “Hyung, please! I beg you.. please..please let me cum!” - “convince me that you deserve it.” and damn- Jungkook totally convinced him with his tongue and body

- Jimin jerks him off but stops right before he could reach his climax

- Jungkook actually started to cry a bit because he could’ve came already six times but wasn’t allowed to

- Jimin finally finished his little game and lets Jungkook reach his climax- of course inside of him

- They lie about twenty minutes in bed, trying to calm down and stop trembling and panting

- “You cried!” - “Shut up,brat..”

- Jimin teases him and Jungkooks says he’ll never do it again, but next evening Jungkook is begging the whole time

Without You [j.j.]

Originally posted by insxneofrp


sorry guys. idk why I keep writing depressing stuff whoops. hope you like it though!


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You couldn’t believe it. You had refused to believe it.

But the proof was right there in front of you. Jughead and Betty, kissing.

Veronica had tried to warn you. Kevin had tried to warn you. Hell, even Archie tried to tell you something was up. But you had refused to listen, constantly repeating how good and amazing and loyal Jughead was.

You rushed home, eager to get rid of the horrid memories that now lingered in every corner of your mind, now a constant reminder of how the boy that you thought was perfect turned out to be nothing more than a liar.

No matter how strong you pretended to be, your friends could tell that Jughead Jones III had taken the heart that you had oh so carefully given to him and shattered it.


You had ended things with him the next day, leaving him shocked and speechless with tears in his eyes.

You were surprised. Even after going behind your back with Betty he had the audacity to act like your words had hurt him.

Veronica had been with you the whole time, saying that she wasn’t in control of your actions but that she would be there to support you every step of the way.

You had felt your heart shatter even more when Jughead found comfort with Betty, immediately going to her after you called things off.


Jughead was a wreck. He knew that you must’ve found out about him and Betty somehow (probably from Kevin or Veronica) and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t bring him so to be angry with them. He knew he had messed up.

He tried to message you but all his texts simply said ‘read’. He had tried calling you, but all his calls went to voicemail quickly enough for him to figure out you were ignoring them. The few times he had tried to corner you at school, Kevin had always swooped in and manages to escort you to your next class, helping you get away from Jughead.

He had even tried going to your house and climbing up through your window like he always had, only to find out that you had locked it.

He sat on your porch, waiting for you to come home, only receiving gentle smiles and enthusiastic ‘hellos’ from your parents when they got home, making his stomach churn with guilt. You didn’t come home.


Veronica and Kevin were concerned. You hadn’t acted out or cried since you found out about Betty and Jughead even though they knew just how much the beanie-clad boy meant to you.

You just sat alone, reading a book as they gossiped about the latest scandal that had taken place in the halls of Riverdale High.

“So (Y/N/N),” Kevin said, wiggling his eyebrows. “I know for a fact that a certain football captain has had his eye on you for quite some while.”

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help the slight blush that crept up your neck. Reggie Mantle had always been attractive. No one could deny that. But you were still hurting and you didn’t wanna do anything quite so soon.

Your two friends frowned as you turned back to your book, ignoring Kevin’s teasing comment.


A few days later, you sat alone at Pop’s, waiting for your friends. You had finally rejoined the group, choosing to ignore both the churning in your stomach and the longing glances that Jughead would send your way.

You didn’t look up as someone slid in beside you. “Before you ask, yes Kevin. That’s your milkshake.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m not Kevin but I’ll take the milkshake.”

You looked up at the voice, locking eyes with Reggie Mantle.

“That’s Kevin’s milkshake,” you said dully, trying not to stutter.

Reggie’s eyes lit up with a mischievous glow as he responded. “Then let me make it up to you and buy you another milkshake.”

“Yeah, no offense but I’m pretty sure you now owe Kevin a milkshake, not me,” you replied, shutting your book.

Reggie leaned forwards slightly. “OK listen. Please. I know you just ended things with,” he paused, making sure to not say some insulting name. “Jughead. And I’m sure it hurts. But just give me one chance. Just one. And if you don’t like it, I’ll leave you alone. Scouts honor.”

You mulled his words over in your head, glancing at his boyishly handsome smile every few seconds.

“Fine.”


“OH MY GOD!”

You flinched as Kevin squealed, happy about what you had just told him.

He quickly scooted over, making space for the rest of the gang, who had just shown up.

“What’s he so happy about?” Betty asked you, smiling as she sat down.

“Our little (Y/N) here,” Kevin began.

“Kev, don’t,” you warned.

“She has a date with our very own hunky football captain!” He finished excitedly, making everyone at the table chuckle.

At least, almost everyone, except for the raven-haired, brooding boy who slammed his lunch tray down and grabbed your wrist before storming off, dragging you with him.

“Jughead, what the hell?” you yelled as he dragged you into an empty classroom.

Your loud protests were stopped by his lips as they met yours in a slightly desperate kiss. You felt yourself melting into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of it before snapping your eyes open and pushing him off of you.

“Jughead, don’t.”

His head hung low as he stepped back and leaned against a table. “Please don’t go out with him (Y/N/N).”

You could hear the hurt in his voice, and choosing to ignore it, you answered. “It’s a bit late for that. I already agreed.”

“Please,” his voice cracked. “I need you. I love you. Please don’t go out with him.”

“No offense Jughead, but if you really ‘loved me’ you wouldn’t have made out with Betty,” you scoffed, moving towards the door.

“It was a mistake!” he cried, his voice cracking even more. “It meant nothing. What do you want? I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

His voice faded out at the end as he looked up at you shyly, eagerly awaiting you answer.

“Just leave me alone Jughead,” you whispered, heart clenching as his face fell. “Just give me space and time and let me try to figure things out. That’s how you can make it up to me.”


Jughead stood still, in shock, as you walked out of the classroom, closing the door behind you so softly that he wasn’t sure you had really left. He stumbled forwards before choosing to lean against a wall instead, pressing his back against it and sliding down until his butt hit the floor.

He couldn’t stop the tears that came.

He didn’t want to anyways. He had messed up. Badly.

It had cost him the most important person in his life and he wasn’t sure what he’d do without you.


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In Your Head - Pt 3

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 3,522

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

By the time lunch hit, you were relieved to be half way through school. You actually liked class unlike most people there, but your head just kept replaying the previous nights nightmares. Memories really.

“Hey Sweetheart. You okay? You were quieter than usual this morning.” Jughead gave a reassuring smile that was laced with concern. You had gotten to the lunch table before everyone else, barely picking at your food.

“Yeah I’m fine, just stayed up later than I noticed”. Part of that was true. You hadn’t really been looking forward to sleep lately.

“You still going tonight?”, Veronica had chimed in and slid in next to you.

“Yeah I guess, I think I’ve been cooped up to much in my house…”

“Yeah you went home pretty early last night…” Betty didn’t really finish her sentence while sitting down across the table.

“I just needed to finish some homework and then got through a good chunk of my novel…“

“So what’s the plan ladies?”, Kevin somehow managed to eye all 3 of you wanting to know when to come over to Veronica’s.

“Let’s say 6ish at Betty’s place and we’ll go to my place from there ”, Veronica answered making sure the 3 of you nodded.

“I’ll be with Archie and helping set up for Val with him”, Jughead looked to you rubbing your hand.

“Alright, we’ll see you there”. You gave a reassuring look to Betty making sure it was still okay to meet in her house.

Archie had sat down beginning to talk about and reiterate what Val had told him of their set for the night. He seemed rather excited for her even though the Pussycat’s had easily played bigger gigs.

The bell chimed and you flinched a little out of nowhere. Your body had jumped enough for both Jughead and Betty to notice and without you knowing, they gave a look to each other. “See you after school”? He gave you a kiss on your neck while squeezing your thigh before he got up with his tray.
“Of course, I don’t have to get Y/B/N today. He’s got his bike. So I have a little bit before I head over to Betty’s”.
“Okay, see you then”, he leaned in for a kiss on your lips before giving a slow sprint behind Betty to meet up with.

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POV of Jughead

You tugged on Betty’s sleeve really quick, “Hey, can you do something for me”?

“Of course Juggs, what”? Betty gave her classic smile of friendship that was filled with sincerity.

“Can you talk to Y/N for me? I know the rumors of last year but she seems a little on edge, more than normal anyway. I just don’t want to pry and think a “fellow woman” might be more of the answer.

“Yeah I can, I wanted to ask her something as well…” Betty seemed to not be giving complete answers that day.

“Thanks Betts”, you smiled before heading back to go your locker.

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POV of Y/N “Hey, my house at 5 instead, V changed her mind”.

K”, you answered in reply to Betty before putting your phone away and before the bell rang again.     

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Now having less time, instead of going to Pop’s, Jughead had walked you home. Hand in hand and all the while taking brief moments to pause and kiss you. Once in the middle of the sidewalk, another against a tree and so on. At the next pause, he kissed your neck, which made you blush, while you reached for the side of his cheek bringing his lips to yours. You used your lips to grasp his bottom one and with a breath he moved his lips to do the same to yours. You opened your jaw wider letting a little bit of your tongue sneak through. You could feel him smiling while kissing you back. After a few moments, you released him. Opening your eyes you saw a blushed and gleeful look upon Jughead.
You had made it to your block. About 4 past Archies place that Jughead had been at for more than a month. Still holding your hand, he glanced over giving a look of concern, similar to the one he had earlier in the day.
“You sure your okay? You jumped earlier…”
You cut him off with what felt like a fake smile. “Yeah, just got startled was all. So…I’ll see you there tonight Heathcliff”?
“Heathcliff?” He gave a heavy smirk before rolling his eyes, “oh God you started reading Wuthering Heights…”
You giggled, “don’t worry, I’m not romantcizing that one. I know the ending is like Romeo and Juliet on crack”.
He gave a big laugh, “Well goodnight for now then Juliet”. He gave a kiss to your hand before pretending to bow.
You smiled walking away keeping your eyes on Jughead before he turned back around. He had only been to your place once, and knew that there was some tension in that house even if you hadn’t explained why.

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The clock turned 4:30. By this time you had done some of your brothers laundry for him, made sure he had something to eat and even managed to play some ps4 before getting back to your room.
You put some lip balm on, a different shirt with a black cardigan while grabbing a bag of your pjs, a book, your pill bottle and clothes for the next day. You nodded to your brother by the living room before heading out the 4 blocks down to Betty’s.

You glanced outside and already saw that the truck Archie surely took with Jughead was gone.

You rang the door bell. Betty answered rather quickly with a “hey”.
You waved to her mother before heading up to her room with her. She closed the door while saying “V said she would be a little bit so we can just stay up here till then”. While you found Betty’s demure odd, you did know Veronica had a habit of being late to everything.
You looked around the rather large pink room, noticing the amount of flowers on the walls. “So, I don’t want to be abrupt but can I ask you something?”. You assumed it either had to do with Jughead or someone else in the group so you nodded.
“A few months back, when V and I found that book with Ethel….” as she spoke these words you started to clam up. You weren’t sure you were in there before she finished her sentence. “Your name was in there, Y/N. Next to Chuck….but you hadn’t told any of us that he had lied about it like he did Ethel and the others” you could tell she was afraid to make eye contact but she looked at you anyway, not with judgement but concern. You moved to the base of her bed looking at your feet trying not to stare back.
Your mouth went dry and you had to pause, mustering up what little courage you had to speak. “That’s because it wasn’t a lie…what did it say”? You looked back up at her while pulling your sleeves over your hands.
“The whole book, had a point system. And like Veronica, you had a “new girls” point with your name”.

She moved her body down and sat next to you, bracing your shoulder.
You took a deep breathe, “I wasn’t sure I was in there….I didn’t think he would be stupid enough to put it in…” you stopped mid sentence. You held your arms trying not to cry, and with taking a deep breathe “I wasn’t….” you paused again “I wasn’t a willing participant ”. You looked up at her, she had a tear in her eye with only concern for you.
“Does Juggie know?”, she asked already knowing the answer.
“No, we haven’t gotten that physical yet and it’s uhhh….well it’s almost been a year since. I know he knows something has been putting me on edge a bit, and I want to tell him…I just..it’s already hard for me to think about”. You felt a lump in your throat, you hadn’t really cried but you felt on the edge of it.
“Okay.” She chimed up with purpose and grabbed you up with her by grabbing your palm. She wiped away her tear. “Do you still want to go tonight”?

You thought for a second, knowing you didn’t really want to go home. “Yeah, I need a night where I don’t get in my head as much”. For the first time in two days, you finally felt like you actually wanted to go to Cheryl’s party. “I want a night out with Juggs too….you know, even if you two are off sleuthing for a bit”. You smiled trying to convince her that everything was okay.
“Alright, we got like 15 until Kev gets here and then V with her driver…” she looked towards the side of her room and back to you, “So did Jughead ever tell you the time he ruined my birthday by eating my cake before I got to blow out my candles”?!
You laughed, “No!” Yet when you thought about it, it seemed perfectly in character of the man you were growing to love.

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“So if I quote Mean Girls and say “get in bitches” will you guys still do it”? Veronica gave a smile with her driver waiting outside the driveway.

Kevin had been there for a little bit, “Only if I’m Gretchen…..”. You all gave a laugh before putting all your stuff in the trunk and got in with your friends.

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Getting ready to get out of the bathroom, you stared into the mirror. You didn’t exactly feel like yourself in Veronica’s clothes. And while you had convinced her out of putting you in a dress or a skirt, she still gave you rather tight forming clothes - complete with a crop top and skinny black pants. You had to remind yourself that this was from the girl that felt completely comfortable in a cat suit not 3 weeks ago. You picked up your black cardigan and put it back on, you weren’t entirely behind your arms showing too much. You were still hiding some things from people even if Betty had now known more about you than anyone besides your therapist.
You took a deep breath and turned the knob.

“Yeeeesssss”! Kevin gave a look up and down of approval. He was in a nice button up and what looked like really expensive jeans. “Here, let me put your hair up…” something you didn’t usually took the time to do in the morning but you welcomed the gesture nonetheless.

Veronica and Betty had finished putting makeup on each other. Veronica in a tight fitted black dress without too much embellishment beyond her necklace. Betty was also in something in Veronica’s but it was black, something unusual for Betty as you had only ever seen her in bright colors and pastels. Hers was less form fitted and flared out at the bottom.
Betty went up to you “you look great Y/N”!
“You too”. You glanced towards Betty and while a little out of place in Veronica’s clothing as well, she had a body you envied for. Sometimes you weren’t sure what Jughead saw in you when he was around these two gorgeous girls all the time.
“Come on”, she grabbed you down with Veronica to the vanity and they began to do your makeup.
You looked at the vanity below you, “….nothing too crazy right”?.
“Nah, we got you”, Veronica said reassuringly.

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We’re about to walk up” you texted back to Jughead who was apparently bored out of his mind with Archie and Val. You felt a little nervous as well a little silly before realizing you were in the midst of Thornhill once again. You looked up a few minutes later greeted by Jughead who had a look of being somewhat stunned. You covered your midriff with your arms, a little uncomfortable in what you were wearing.
“Well….”? You were looking for some kind of reaction from Jughead. Veronica, Betty and Kevin gave a nod while all heading to Cheryl’s door and walking in.
“You look amazing”. He couldn’t stop staring up and down until meeting your eyes. “You always look gorgeous, but this is just different…I mean a good different”! You could tell Jughead got a little nervous himself.
You brought him in close, kissed him hard while grasping the back if his hair.
He smiled while you parted, “come on”, he said while grasping your hand. You went in, and what was from memory, you knew where you were walking too. The closer you got to the middle of the house, the louder the music got. Vibrations filled the house, which was saying something considering the enormously large vintage home.

Jughead led you to the kitchen, where the rest of the gang including Archie was. Jughead took a beer from Archie while you just stuck to a soda. You looked at the bottles, and while engrossed with the familiarity of the smell, you tried to remain with your red cup. Betty and Jughead gave eyes to each other when Betty noticed you and gave you a reassuring nod. Jughead himself saw, a little confused with your mutual look.
You tugged at his shirt, “go ahead, I know you want to go into Sherlock mode”, you whispered into his ear.
“You sure?!” He was shouting a bit while making sure you could hear him over the music. You nodded and gave a look to Veronica. Both you and Kevin followed Veronica and Archie out of the kitchen after you gave Jughead a slight kiss on the neck. At the corner of your eye you could see him smile again. While watching Betty and Jughead make their way to the stairs, you leaned back into the kitchen tossing some of the rum into your drink, then hurried back to the rest of your friends.

The music was loud, but at least good. The Pussycats were all in matching slinky outfits, something you could never have the confidence to adorn. Kevin pulled you in to dance while you took a large sip of your drink, he leaned over to smell your cup. “Ha! I knew you would partake with us”! Both with drinks in hand you loosened up a bit dancing with Veronica and Kevin. Archie was closer to the band making sure Valerie had sight of him. By the time the song ended you finished your drink and Kevin and you went back to the kitchen for more. Veronica gave a nod of holding your spots on the dance floor. You hadn’t really scanned the house to see who was there, but it felt like the whole school was. You hadn’t even seen Cheryl which in itself was a welcomed gift.
“Come on!” Kevin gave you a shot of something and you tapped back the small glass with his. He took shots better than you it seemed, and you threw back what seemed like tequila. You once again mixed some rum with some soda and Kevin did the same before heading out. He grabbed your wrist making your way back to the dance floor with Veronica.

Your eyes drew back to the corner of the room where you saw Chuck and some of the football team talking. He seemed to pause mid sentence while glancing back at you. You drew your attention elsewhere. Moose had made his way down to the dance area with Midge while glancing at you and Kevin. You looked back at Kevin who then chimed in before you could say anything - “Don’t even get me started with that situation”. You smiled and both drank more out of your cups while bouncing to the music.

The trip to the kitchen occurred a few more times, including a instance when you filled up Veronica’s glass for her. You looked at your phone and there wasn’t a message from Jughead. You had assumed Betty and him had found something important.
The air was getting thin and while the house was quite large, the air was getting a bit hot.
“I’m going to get some air!”. Shouting yourself, you made sure Kevin heard you before you gave him a nod looking at the side porch.
“Alright! I’ll be there in a minute!” He kept dancing with Veronica.
A bit more than tipsy now, and almost tripping over Veronica’s flats that were just a slight too big for you, you made it to the porch. The cool wind felt nice, and you decided to text Jughead asking if he had found anything vital.
“Well look at you. You certainly got yourself back into your old habits….” Your spine gave a shudder as you directed your head to Chuck coming out of the doorway.
“Just leave me alone Chuck”, you had enough liquid courage in you to at least speak back to him.
You could smell his breath from there, you assumed he had been at the party longer.
“Now why would I do that when you obviously came back here for a reason”? He edged his way near you and you tried to scoot away from him on the bench. Your body began to freeze and his arm went behind your back grasping onto the porch. He put his drink down only to start trying to touch your thigh while your closed your eyes, heavily breathing while Chuck began to move his hands on you. You began to shout “leave me alone”!
You looked up while hearing someone coming to the porch.
It was Jughead. He forced Chuck’s shoulder towards him and punched him in the face. “She said to leave her alone”!

Chuck was drunk enough that his body weight went to the ground pretty hard. Jughead grabbed your hand and you followed him back to the kitchen. He grabbed your face with both hands and looked in your eyes, “are you okay”?!
“Yeah…yeah I’m alright…” you were still coming out of being frozen from the porch. Trying to take deep breathes, Jughead grabbed your hand again leading you to another room while Betty made sure no one followed the two of you. You were grateful for that.

It was quieter once Jughead closed the door to what seemed like the Thornhill library.
“Are you sure”? Jughead wasn’t shouting anymore but rather being reassuring while grasping your shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah” you took another breath “I’m okay”.
“Y/N…” He paused “you’re crying”. He looked at you in your eyes until you touched your face, not realizing that you had been.
“Yeah, no. I’m alright. Thank you.” You paused. “For that. For being there…” 

Your words trailed. You knew you had to tell him but when you looked back up you already knew Betty had told him something.
“Y/N…..what happened with Chuck…and with you, last year”? He looked down at his feet not sure of his words before his eyes met yours.
“Did…did Betty tell you”? You had hoped that your friend had kept this private.
“She told me about the book. What else happened”? His concern grew while you lead him towards the grand love seat to the side of you.
“I’ve uh….I’ve been here before. Cheryl was rather nice to me last year”. You had practiced this in your head a thousand times, you knew you were going to tell him at some point and you knew then what words you wanted to say. “My second party here….I danced with Chuck. I did a lot of drinks that night. I honestly still don’t know how many. When it got late, he offered to drive me home”. You paused again because now while you were saying these words, the visuals were all coming back to you. You were looking just at the floor now. “He stopped the car at Pickens Park. I thought he liked me. I didn’t notice how drunk he was until he kissed me”. 

You paused again. 1, 2, 3….4….Jughead held your hand. “He uh, pushed me back after that…locked the doors. He moved on top of me and I tried screaming. I tried kicking him, but he’s a lot bigger than me. He grabbed me, and….and I just screamed as loud as I could before he covered my mouth. He hit me to shut up a few times…”, 5…6….7…"when I finally did, is when he…” you paused again while it all coming back as a rush. You closed your eyes hard while trying to give yourself a break before opening them again. You shook your head and you left it there.
You looked up, and saw Jugheads face. You had never seen him cry before. He pulled you in and held you.
“It’s okay. I got you”. You hadn’t realized you were crying again. You held him back and close.
A few moments later, after holding you tight in the embrace, you heard Jughead under his breath “I’m going to kill him…”

You’re Strong

#67: “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

“I can’t do this,” I shook my head violently as I paced around the kitchen, my hands at the sides of my temple. Tears were running down my face, and I couldn’t bare to look at him. I was sure I would break if I did. “I can’t do this, I can’t do this.”

Finally, I looked up and he was shedding tears as well with his hand over his mouth. Dean wasn’t one to show emotion much, but this was different. This was a completely different situation, and I wasn’t prepared for it in the least bit. 

“You can do this, Y/N,” He said quietly as he took deep breaths. “I know you can.”

“No, Dean, you don’t understand,” I shook my head again and he walked quickly toward me and engulfed me in a huge hug, putting a light smile on my face. “I’m not mother material. I fuc-freaking kill monsters for a damn-dang living.”

He chuckled and looked me in the eyes, “If you ask me, you’re already mother material with the way you’re trying not to cuss.”

“I’m scared, Dean,” I cried as I rested my head on his chest. “This is the worst possible time to have a baby, with Lucifer running around and Sam…”

“Don’t worry about any of that, okay?” Dean cupped my face in his hands and pressed a firm kiss to my lips. “You’re strong, baby. You have to be. For me, for Sam, and for this baby. Because I’ll be damned if I lose any of you. Got it?”

I smiled and nodded my head, then kissed him roughly, “Got it.”


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Lords reaction to accidentally hitting their daughter [Headcanon] (Request)

A/N: I just know this is going to be both hilarious and painful. Rest under the cut to save dashboards.

Nobunaga.

What did he do? That was the price of his pride, wasn’t it. The girl was crying in his arms, a big bruise on her forehead that was caused by his own practice sword. Nothing seemed to work. She wouldn’t stop crying. He knew it had been a bad idea to let her stay. He should have sent her away, with her mother, but no, those puppy eyes were stronger than he was. And everyone tried to warned him, to tell him that his girl was walking right to him, but he thought they were trying to distract him.

They weren’t.

“Here, have some sugar stars”, he wiped her tears away, before kissing the red mark on her forehead. “Mama’s sweets will make you feel better, ok?”

Mitsuhide.

He thought it was a good idea. To show his daughter that he was strong, that he could protect her too. And so, he couldn’t say no when she asked him if she could stay in training. Well, what could go wrong? Right? Everything. Everything could go wrong. He was always so defensive that when he heard something behind him his first impulse was to attack.

He wish he hadn’t.

“Are you okay?!” he rushed to her, hugging her and trying to cease her tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Papa was careless”. Mitsuhide showered her in kisses and pampers, guilt heavy on his shoulders after seeing the bruise that was sure to appear any time.

Yukimura.

Oh boy. 

Oh boy.

It had been a long time since last time the retainers had seen Yukimura panicking so much. He was carrying the little girl in his arms, running around the castle, yelling to the maids, for someone to help him. When you heard him, you left the kitchen as fast as you could. Then you saw him. Your daughter in his arms, both of them crying. 

“I… I…”, he sobbed. “She… I… I’m sorry…”

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the venus signs as  extracts I wrote

Aries:  As I was younger, I met a boy. Deep, deep in forest he lived in a cave, high up in the mountains. He was feared by his power, his long, sharp fangs, dark eyes, his animalistic behavior and hair, that was long and untamed. Wolf boy, that’s what my village called him. This boy was cold and forceful in everything he did, though he had a soft side. I saw it, once. I hated the narrow minded community in my home town, so I fled in the deep green of the nature to escape shallowness for a minute and explore reality in its purest form. The deeper I got into the forest, the more attention I gathered, by one specific creature. This was the first time that I met this boy. He was in my age and he asked me what I wanted here. I saw that he was careful with human beings - since he was something oddly different, I do not know till now if he was a spirit or guardian of the nature or just returned to the wild - but I saw that he had interest as well. The interest and fascination with the tiny amount of fear the both of us had grew to friendship, and soon, as I turned 18 I realized that I fell in love with this boy and the boy fell in love with me. The wolf boy remarked constantly that I was pure fascination, he could not stop thinking about the words I say, the actions I did, my face - not even at night. But the love took an ugly end. Though our relationship was a big adventure itself since the both of us were from another world, he kept tyrannizing my home town. He said it gave him joy and excitement and that I was just too prude and his pride did not let him feel just a little bit empathy for me. I tried convincing him to stay with me. We could have gone somewhere else, live in another small village together and just keep contact with my family since I loved them - but his raw love decided to turn against me. I turned to to his enemy and I became ‘one of them’. From this day on, he left the forest he lived in and I miss him still.’

Taurus: I am what they call a ‘femme fatale’ or, if you like, a maneater. I do not know my purpose, I honestly am as clueless as the poor creatures which soul I take every night. One day, I woke up, laying on a cold ground and the only thing that was in the room with me has been this giant mirror. I looked at myself. It is not like I had a life in the past or was I plainly made like this? Made for this life? I do not know. I just know that my full lips and curves are hypnotizing them and my deep, brown eyes are grabbing them so tightly, none of them would ever be able to forget me. And that is a fact. None of these men ever forgot me. Me or my voice, my soothing laugh and light touches. They bought me red dresses made out of fine silk, the wrote letters, telling me how they missed my soft, sun kissed skin. I loved that. Somehow it was nice to be spoiled. I drank the best champagne, ate the most exotic fruits and had my senses pleased by every good willed or desperate soul that crossed my way. That was my life before I got rejected. Rejected by a guy, so simple and dull looking, ugh, it gives me headaches just thinking about it. “I don’t want your company”, he said and ignored me. He even looked into my eyes but was still not reacting. Wasn’t I something different? Wasn’t I the demon that visited them every night just to slowly kill them? “Do you tell me, I am not appealing?” He dared to nod. “Yes.” I noticed how my real raging, evil nature wanted to show itself but I gritted my teeth and went back to my apartment. Hadn’t I everything I needed for them to fall in love with me? Wasn’t that what I was made for? As I cried hysterically, I noticed a little piece of paper lying on my desk. A little bit confused I picked it up and read the short sentence written on it. ‘Look in the mirror’, it said. Suddenly I was scared. What was that supposed to mean? A joke of some guy that in the end turned out to be vengeful, huh? So I looked into the mirror. And in front of me was an old woman. The woman was not ugly, but she did pass her best years in life already. I screamed and out of shock I threw the mirror to the ground, it shattered and little pieces of glass flew to my feet. I threw every mirror out of my house. What if it hasn’t been their souls keeping me alive? It doesn’t matter, because I refuse to believe that this is me.

Gemini:  I remember that my grandma told me many stories as I was younger. She told me a lot of her childhood, especially about her school time. Every dinner at her house ended with tears of laughter because of the memories she shared with us. One day though, she told me something I couldn’t believe at all. It was at her 74th birthday, the last birthday we celebrated with her. “As I was younger, there was not much to laugh about, I know, it doesn’t seem like it sometimes, but the times were harder than now, we had no time to be kids. And as I turned 14, I was an adult in the eyes of my parents. One day as I sneaked out of the house to play with a friend of mine - I wasn’t allowed to go out because I had to tidy up the house, but oh well, I didn’t felt like doing so this day - when I noticed that there  was a new family that moved in the house that was empty for years. I was and still am very curious, so I observed it all a bit. The family seemed regular, nothing really special, but the older brother out o these two - he was sixteen if I remember correctly - he was special. I don’t know what he was but for me he was a magician. No, something higher, like a chosen one. A story teller from another world. Since I was a polite girl I asked him if he want to play something outside - or if he wants me to show him the neighborhood - and soon the boy called Josh turned out to be my vanishing point, because the things he told me…they became real.” As my grandmother told me that I was highly alarmed. Maybe she was not right in the head because of her age, but then again she never showed any kind of symptoms or has been seriously ill. So I kept on listening and what she told me was unbelievable.
“ One day he asked me to close my eyes while he wanted to tell me a story he just heard and really liked. I did, since I did not see any harm in it and as his words - so full of energy and life - reached me, I felt a mildly stronger wind soothing me. “Open your eyes, carefully and don’t panic”, he told me and I literally could hear his grin. I was in a land mad out of clouds and everything gold, the sky was bright and blue, but somehow you could see the stars, planets, the moon and the sun. Even the earth. “What is that?!”, I asked as I started to feel anxious but he just kept smiling and told me that this was his own world. Well, from this point it was our world. Every day we tried to meet and every day we could imagine and create the world like we wanted. A world where we fought pirats like they did in Neverland and we talked to animals and I gained all kind of secrets the nature there bared. He was from another universe. He taught me everything beautiful and the power of imagination. If it wasn’t real of course. But one day as we actually wanted to meet again, he and his family strangely disappeared. As I asked the neighbors and my parents, they told us they never heard of their name before.

Cancer: You were innocence and brutality. You were the only sanity I had and somehow nothing but distraction of my mind. As I saw you the first time everything turned quiet and everything turned grey, except you. You shined in every color and my heard started bumping for the first time in years. I never talked to you, but sometimes I watched you reading your book in the middle of the class as you couldn’t care less about math and in the breaks you walked behind the school building with your friends and smoked a cigarette after another until there was no time left and you came late to almost every lesson and you smelled like smoke but that was okay. You kind of made me like this smell. You were the giant waves burying me every night as I realized it will never work out but you also were the gentle breeze at the beach in the afternoon as I sat down by the shore and thought about us - looking at each other and not even realizing what the other one thinks.
My heart ached just thinking about you and I flee into a world of lucid dreaming, lilac and pink toned skies with orange clouds adorning them, and I flee into a world filled with anxiety and fear of never being yours because I need you, but I guess you never thought about being with me. I search for broken sea shells because they remind me of something I wished to be, a thought, a wish, that was meant to fail from the beginning,
I wonder what I reminded you of me. Maybe I was only the boy who had math and history with you. Maybe I reminded you of nothing at all.
Maybe I was never a part of your world. 

Leo: Every night I walk up the sky. A ladder out of clouds appears in front of my window, I open it and make my way up to the sky where I will find the most bright and shimmering stars out of all. They are made out of something we human beings describe as ‘stardust’, but do you know what stardust is, actually? No, and I no clue either, but sometimes, when you look someone and you share  a deep, mutual feeling? Like love, joy, or even sadness? That’s how it looks like. I know, I know, it is complicated. But, every time i look at you I hope I will see this kind of shimmering in them, because your deep, brown eyes remind me of the darkness of the night sky and every night when I climb to the stars I sit among them and watch you having the most vivid dreams. Sometimes they are happy dreams, sometimes they are full of disturbing images, so horrific that I take a little bit of the golden dust and let it trickle onto you. And when you wake up and we see each other at the bus station I see you smile, no dark circles under your eyes: you must have slept well. You know, up there in the sky is a castle, the night told me it was created for me, and it is made out of gold and silver, jewels, little opals and rubies that are illuminating the walls and window sills and the ceiling is painted and the most glorious pictures are placed on it, like Michelangelo himself visited the dream castle. And on the ground made out of marble I dance, every night. All alone, once in a while in beautiful clothes made out of silk and satin but mostly in my casual clothes, like you tend to see me every day in. The instruments play on their own and I sing to the music. Everything is shining and my heart is pumping and you do smile at me from time to time but my heart feels very heavy, you have to know. I show you, I really do show you that you are blessed with the beauty of the stars but I am afraid and maybe asking you if you need money for food in school or telling you that I like your sense of humor isn’t enough.
Because I climb up to the stars for years now, the stars that do greed me once in a while, but do not love me as much as I wish you to love me. I dance alone, all alone in this castle and I cry all alone on this castle. Maybe one day, you will dance with me.  

Virgo: I was working for this family my whole life, since my little body was fished out of the lake by our dearest Lord, I was forever deeply indebted to him and his family. I was happy I could for such an honorable family. I was glad that I had something that I was able to call ‘home’. A bed. Some books. Education - not the highest, but enough. And a perspective. As a person maiden I was everything that the younger woman in the village sometimes wished to be: the true hidden gem in the most respected household in the country. But there was something missing. 
I looked at my shaking hands as I was washing the dirty clothes of my Lord’s wife. Suddenly, the water turned red. I felt a stinging sensation on my hands and pulled them out quickly, furrowing my brows I looked at them. 
They bled. 
It felt so wrong. Those hands that already looked like the one of a 50 years old, even though I would celebrate my 21th birthday this year. There was nothing I could truly give. From the bottom of my heart. There was nothing. 
Out of nowhere, a light touch on my shoulder gave me a shiver.
It was the Lord’s oldest son. “You, it’s late, go, get some sleep, let others finish it.” I wanted to protest - kindly of course - but he saw right through me. “You’ve done enough today. You deserve to rest - but let me help you with your hands first.” He smiled gently and his almond eyes gave me a feeling o security and warmth. “Thank you.”  From this moment on, I felt devoted to the son, it was a love made out of thankfulness and pure adoration. The Lord’s eldest son did not even care about my being and the effort I did, but he was gentle and not too harsh as some people here were. In special occasions he even asked for advice. I was able to give him a piece of my views and believes and he kindly treasured my words. I cried happy tears as my love’s wedding took place and I was allowed to give my opinion on the decoration and wedding theme. My love was unrequited but it was honest till the end. 

Libra: “My dear son, what are you looking at again?”, the father asked as he washed the dishes. They just finished breakfast. His thoughts being interrupted, the boy blinked before turning to his father. “I’m sorry father, I will help you instantly.” 
“You know, looking out of the window every day isn’t good, you will lose your sense for reality.” The son thought about this statement the whole day and the day after and even the day after that. “Why should I stay inside and help my father with his work? I am a living being after all. After all, I…I do feel as well.” The wooden boy went to the window in his bedroom and saw the neighbor girl, picking some flowers, probably for her ill grandmother. Once in a while when he was allowed to go out for a walk he chatted with her a bit - she was bubbly, but after all very soft and kind. Some people were fascinated by him, some told his father he should sell him to a museum or let scientist examine him, in the end no one knew how his father made the wooden boy come alive. And then there were people that were deeply afraid of him, calling him words like ‘monster’ or ‘accident’. “Oh my dear son, do not listen. You may think a little bit too rational sometimes, but after all you just came to live a few months ago - you still need to learn  and learning is one of the most common, human things on earth.” Yes, that indeed was true, but his father never saw what was going on inside his wooden heart. He was feeling like everyone else did. He wanted to help others, he wanted to socialize, but every time he gave, no one wanted to give this mutual feeling back - the feeling of someone special by his side was just too good to be true. This neighbor girl was the only one daring to talk to him and she even went picking flowers with him. The wooden boy was kind, talked politely and with his natural charm a fairy blessed him with the night he came alive, made her feel comfortable - the girl became special to him. One day though he saw the girl kissing a for him unknown boy. “What..what is that kind of feeling?”, he asked irritated and his father answered with the word: “heartbreak”. The wooden boy went to the shore a few days after that and with a wooden boat he made his way to somewhere else. “Pinocchio, where are you going?”, asked the sea concerned. The wooden boy did not know. “I guess I am made out of driftwood”, he answered. 

Scorpio: We sat by the shore and the setting sun let the world look even duller as it already was. His eyes searched for a fixed point, somewhere at the endless horizon, he always did that. Somehow, he never seemed to find one. Sometimes it got really quiet among the both of us. But it was pleasant. There were the crashing waves, the endless screaming of the sea gulls and the howling of the cold, hard wind. But it was pleasant. Somehow everything was pleasant. He was there and every inch of my body was filled with a vivid, magnetic feeling, I wanted to get closer to him, but I never knew if I wasn’t already close enough. I was attached. Attached  by one accidental, simple stroke of his warm hand when we walked through the city, attached by his deep, blue eyes and every time I looked at them I felt as I was jumping into ice cold water. He had a last drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the waves. They devoured it. “What are you looking at all the time, are you searching for  a fixed point?”, I asked simply and watched the cigarette swimming on the surface. He smiled shortly, lowering his eyes, before they moved to me. And it was quiet again. This pleasuring silence, and I knew he thought about something. There was something odd about his stare but in a good way. He smiled again before answering. “There’s no need for that, when you already have one, isn’t it.” 
I was too scared to say something, I was too scared to ask if it was me. Because I knew that he was mine fixed point. This love was like waves pulling me closer to the muddy ground, but I loved the coldness of the sea because he himself was the warmth that greeted me when I made it back to the shore once in a while. I really wanted me to be his everything, just as he was mine. 

Sagittarius:  “I once had a bird. It was the most beautiful,splendid bird I have ever seen, never ever had mother nature created such a beauty again. Once in a while, your eyes catch something so oddly beautiful, you just have to capture it. With his bright and shimmering feathers as it sat there on a branch. As it preened it feathers, I slowly crept up on it, taking my camera and took a picture. It stopped as it heard the clicking noise, but did not flew away. I had the feeling it looked at me, saw right through me. At this moment I thought this bird was new. A new species. I could give it a name, this majestic creature, I could make it my own. From this moment on I investigated all my time observing the time, drawing it, noting down some of my newest observations and thoughts to gain as much knowledge as I could get. But next to it desire to fly all the time, it sang. Often and passionately. Maybe it called a mate. Or some other bird of its species, male or female - it did not matter. Another thing I noticed was, that it was not a timid animal - no, in fact it liked to present itself - but it really had no place to stay. In fact, it rode down the wind, like it was searching for something. A nest? A mate? Sometimes I was scared, because the bird disappeared for days, but it always came back. Somehow, it always came back, but I could never be sure. One day, I was sick of it. ‘Goddammit, for the sake of science, do it!’, I did shout at myself and captured it. It was hard because of it sharp beak. I put it in the biggest cage I could find, I made my home as realistic as the actual forest it lived in. Excited it flew around its cage,a little bit nervous and scared, but over all very confident. I loved this unique, vivid bird, and it loved me as well. It answered me with some of its sing sang once in a while and it even dared to get closer to me. But something changed. The bird slowly started dying. There was no singing. No flying. No chirping. It lied on the ground, breathing heavily, it was exhausted. Moved and concerned by the picture in front of me, I opened the cage, carefully lifted the bird up and lied it down on the window sill. As I came back the bird was gone. I never saw it again.” 

Capricorn: As a florist I am deeply devoted to any kind of plant and the act of making them grow, creating a bouquet of flowers, nature itself - as I was a kid I already felt  like Daphne the nymph in the wood ,the green surrounding me soothed me, I found peace in the nature. Well, as I was 22 years old I got the idea to open my own flower shop - much to the liking's of my parents. I wanted to create something absolutely new: a flower shop with a touch of the unusual, kind of unique, maybe something that you won’t find everywhere.
I wanted to do black flowers.
My parents told me a thousand times that this would ruin me, an idea meant to fail.
But of course, they couldn’t stop me. Years later I opened my flower shop at the end of the city, it was small but cute and my flowers sure caught the attention of passengers and after a while I had some customers trusting me and buying my creations and flowers. But no one really seemed to appreciate the black ones. “They are..ahm…different, honey”, my aunt said as she visited my shop. “You really think that people want them? Flowers are meant to look good, make one happy and let the room look friendlier. This is…quite the opposite.” Before I couldn’t even respond a young man looking at small plants in one corner of my shop interrupted me, apologizing before speaking: “I see them as exciting. They draw attention to them and have something unique, maybe something that not everyone understands.” He smiled plainly before laying his eyes on me. “I’d like black roses. I need for a special occasion.” I nodded. I’ve never seen him before or even nearby but I did as he said. From this moment on he went to my shop every two weeks, only to order some new black roses, he usually was quiet but once in a while he dared asking me questions. A little bit odd sometimes, he was a bit cold, but otherwise kind of magnetic - I don’t know why. One day he stopped coming. After maybe a year. The year he disappeared was also the hardest year for my shop - my grandmother died and I neglected the shop to the point where I was close to abandoning it. It survived in the end, after they saw the rosaries I did for the grave more people gave me and my shop a chance. One day, as I was visiting her grave, I crossed a grave I have never seen before. I read the name out loud and wondered, before I gasped in shock and almost let the watering can fall down. Black roses were placed in front of the tombstone, they seemed old, almost rotten. I wondered if it was him laying six feet underground.

Aquarius: I was just watching. I saw her dancing on the other side of the room, like she was in a dream. The fluorescent light touched her skin softly and all I wanted was to talk to her. But I could not. I was not able to. Sometimes when she went to bed and suffered from nightmares - which she got pretty often - I started stroking her hair and she would sleep tightly and calmly eventually. When she forgot to pack her lunch I would carefully put it in her schoolbag and when she forgot to make her bed after waking up, I gladly did it for her once in a while. “Thank you, darling”, her mother would say. “But mom, that wasn’t me”, was her constant response. Her mother would smile then and lightly shake her head, but her daughter was going insane with her mother not believing her that she didn’t even touch the sheets till 7am. When she came back from school I listened to her soothing voice, humming to the songs that her phone played. I admit, I am not really fond of the music today, but I could get used to it, after all I was an open minded spirit, right? I just wish I could be with her and walk her to school and carry her books and pick flowers with her and all the stuff that she writes in her dairy - yes I admit yet again I read it once in awhile when she decides to write something down. But then I was afraid. I did not know how these things worked out. I mean, for me, things like love will never turn out again, but I was always a bit special when it came to occasions like those. Me, falling for a living girl? I was at the attic almost for 5 days before I decided to visit her. I listened to her calling a friend and she told her that she hated flowers. Hating flowers? Well,I guess I can cancel picking flowers with her now out of my imagination. And she complained about not having anyone for Valentine’s Day. I know, this girl would never ever notice me. Hell, she didn’t even believe in ghosts. But after all, that was the only thing left on earth that mattered for me - this strange love. So instead of flowers I made myself useful and I placed a jar with three fireflies I was able to persuade into being a gift for only one day in front of her door and happily she told her mom about a mysterious admirer. I know, I know, really cheesy. But that day I strangly fell asleeo. As I woke up I saw a bright, white light. Maybe it was my time to go.

Pisces: For you: War is over and I suppose it’s best for me to stay at the Summer’s islands. After such a dark period we would need the time to gather around again and work up the loss of our nation. I heard about your father and I deeply apologize, telling you my honest concern. But he was a good man, he fought for the right side and for justice and peace. After I heard that you are going to marry the oldest son of your dearest father’s friend I want to congratulate the both of you, may you live happily together. I want to be honest and please forgive me speaking so openly about my feelings, but I think it is the best if we would stop interfering with one another from this point on. This moment we live in right now, it is hard but the right time to start things over again. And I can not be a part of your life anymore. Since I was young and I was ordered to be your knight, I felt very attached to you. They describe magic creatures in those fairy tales my father told me not to read. They would make me weak, he said, I should see right in the dead eye of life. But I still read them. They helped me escaping out of the brutality of life. And you constantly did remind me of the dreamy fantasy these books told me about. Like those elves in the fairy tale you moved gracefully through the woods, going for a walk and your soft hair would blow in the wind and reminded me oh so often of the fresh and pure snow. I wished I would be able to vanish those feelings and memories, so I could watch you growing old, so I could see you in your purest form of the celestical being that you are every day. You made me stand up when I wanted to leave war and flee into the woods, when I wanted to escape life. You alone made me stay. And because I adore you with all of my being I wish you to be happy. I will let go. But I needed to tell you before I let you disappear out of my heart and mind. Do not write back, im asking you at this point. Do never change your heart.

The Golden Cave (Newt Scamander x Reader)


Prompt: same plot as most angst newt fics (except angstier)

Word Count: 2395

A/N: Yeah Yeah, I know.  The Bones part 3 fic should be out.  Well, now I can work on it without this fic being in the way. XP


“Hey Y/N?” Newt called.

“Yes?” I called back, trying to find him from where I stood.

“Can you feed the mooncalves?” he asked, “The Goldsteins have invited us to dinner so I was hoping you will be okay with me starting on my way.  With you in the case.”

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Coffee Luck Part 02 of ? (start here) - MakoHaru Barista!Makoto AU

WHO ON EARTH COULD THAT BE? IT’S OK HARU. I’m pretty sure people draw their crushes too. Finally, something will happen in Part 03. 8D Sorry I’m a bit slow with this one, art stamina is a bit too low. Nonetheless hopefully this was an okay continuation! Thanks for reading this nonsense. OTL

Sanvers Minific Roundup (So Much Angst??)

Jealous!Maggie is jealous when Alex flirts with some girl and James helps her out – https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160303077694/hey-could-you-like-write-something-about-maggie

Alex and Maggie fight over Alex being reckless; Maggie cries; there’s tender but also somehow kinky makeup sex?? – https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160302568894/hey-mum-ive-had-such-a-bad-week-my-cat-died

Maggie never expects anyone to be there for her, but Alex is (and so are Kara, James, and Winn) –    https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160301305629/hi-cap-i-know-you-already-wrote-something-a-bit

Alex relapses with her drinking after Jeremiah and Maggie is there for her – https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160300620204/i-need-an-alex-relapsing-due-to-everything-with

Alex accidentally flirted with a lotttt of girls before she realized she was a lesbian – https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160300087984/how-many-girls-do-you-think-alex-accidentally

Maggie has a post-2x19 nightmare, and Alex is there for her - https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160298917364/maggies-nightmare-alexs-comfort-post-2x19

Alex has a post-2x19 nightmare, and Kara is there for her – https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160298141729/alexs-nightmares-karas-comfort-post-2x19

College AU nb!Alex awkwardly asks Maggie out on a date and college fluff ensues – https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160282721634/hey-i-dont-know-if-youre-taking-prompts-atm-but

chloe-creep  asked:

Dani I need your help schooling Chris on musicals. He jumped on the trend with Heathers. I've already taught about Hamilton and 21 Chump Street, but he needs help with Dear Evan Hansen and Be More Chill.

@penguinpatrolerarmy my son

Let me tell you a thing.

Dear Evan Hansen and Be More Chill are, like, super amazing. And here’s why:

Dear Evan Hansen:
• #relatable
• weed son
• “CONNOR FINISHED THE MILK”
• jared: there is no heterosexual explanation for your actions evan
• thE SONGS
• thE SINGING
• cried 1000 times
• will cry 1000 times more
• powerful message with powerful music
• sINCERELY ME
• the whole writing to self thing is helping me a bit with anxiety/depression
• overall good - (hopefully) gonna watch live for my birthday next month

Be More Chill:
• no one is straight
• gonna let you know right now
• writer of show CONFIRMED
• okay in the show it shows more “straight” relationships but consider this: bi, pan, ace (and michael is just gay almost all art of him I see is with the pride patch)
• Jeremy is an awkward protagonist
• “CHRISTI-I-I-NNNE CANIGULA”
• mICHAEL MELL
• THE SQUIP - WHICH IS DIFFERENT FOR EVERYONE (possible sexy anime girl setting)
• “cUZ SHE WAS CHEATING ON MEE-E-E-” “Hey Hamlet! BE. MORE. CHILLLLLLLL.”
• ALL THE SONGS REALLY
• especially Michael in the Bathroom - that’ll make you feel
• RICH SET A FIRE AND HE BURNED DOWN THE HOUSE (woOooOOooaaAaaAAh)
• everyone just needs a hug - not a squip
• ASIANS EVERYWHERE - CHRISTINE IS SOME SORT OF ASIAN I DON’T KNOW WHICH KIND AND MICHAEL IS FILIPINO (+ ECUADORIAN = DOUBLE REPRESENTATION)
• CANON BI CHARACTER
• “oh my god I’m totally bi”
• CANON BI CHARACTER
• plus the whole michael pining over jeremy the entire time
• aLL THE SHIP ART OF RICH/JAKE, CHLOE/BROOKE, JEREMY/MICHAEL
• did I mention no one is straight?

Any questions? Go listen to the soundtracks.

Hidden Encounters (Yoongi)

Genre: Smut

Description: You and Yoongi get locked in a closet and make a game out of the others pleasure. 

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you groaned, annoyed beyond belief. You didn’t even know how you got pulled into playing such a game as hide and seek. You cursed yourself for being so easily convinced. But what you couldn’t believe the most was that you were stuck in a cramped closet with the biggest asshole you’d ever met. 

“Feelings mutual, sweetheart.” Yoongi said rolling his eyes. 

The both of you glared at each other for what seemed like minutes. Jaws clenched tight, lips pursed, and eyes narrowed. Neither backed down until, you finally snapped. “God, stop breathing on my face!” you hissed. 

“Turn around then,” he suggested with a clipped tone that made you feel like kicking his shins. But you did as he said. You were now facing the wall but now you could breathe fresh air. 

You folded your arms over your chest, “Don’t tell me what do.” Yoongi didn’t reply, he just covered his eyes with his hand and blew out his cheeks. Everything about you really irked him. Just being in your presence made his skin crawl. But it was either staying in a closet with you or dealing with a super hyper Hoseok beneath the table. His choices were not very good. 

Footsteps echoed on the other side of the closet. From the spaces on the door he noticed a shadow flickering. Someone was standing outside of the door. He heard you suck in a deep breath but before you could speak, he slapped a hand over your mouth. You noticed that someone was indeed behind the door, so the both of you remained silent not even breathing. 

“Hmm,” you heard Namjoon on the other side and heard him walk down the stairs. 

Yet Yoongi’s hand was still over your mouth. You elbowed him slightly, just hard enough to make him let you go. But the little push made Yoongi lose his footing and fall down on the ground, dragging you down with him. You landed on Yoongi’s lap, your dress flew up exposing your legs in front of him. That’s when you felt something poke you. It took you a minute to figure out what it was. 

“And you said you didn’t like me,” you said smugly. 

Yoongi frowned. “I don’t like you.” 

You wiggled on his lap and looked over your shoulder. “Feels like you do.” 

“Trust me, I don’t like you.” 

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Victory- An Ivar Imagine

So the lovely @pokeasleepingsmaug wrote a stunning piece a little while ago about Ivar taking his lady love on the battlefield, and she encouraged me to write my own little bit as I absolutely love that prompt. So here is my attempt!

TW: mentions of blood, mentions of death, possible voyeurism.

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The land runs red with blood.

He sits atop his chariot, surveying the carnage laid out before him. Bodies litter the field, carrion birds already gorging themselves on their prepared feast. He inhales deeply, letting the stench of decay and death fill his lungs. The cries of the dying echo in his ears. Such sweet, sweet music. The only sound he loves more is the sound of his name on your lips.

You. His fierce, fearless shieldmaiden. His goddess of war and destruction. Only you understand his lusts and desires, his hunger for blood and chaos. He scans the horizon for your form, and his heart gives a mighty thump within his chest when he finds you.

He watches you pick your way across the field, dragging your tainted sword behind you. Your braided hair has come undone, your shield is splintered and you are covered in blood. He thinks you have never looked more terrifying or more beautiful. A true wild woman, the incarnation of death herself.

He calls your name, a clear sound over the groans of the dying. Your eyes find his, and a hungry smile spreads across your face. Your teeth are stained red, and he longs to plunge his tongue into your mouth and lick them all clean.

You make your way to his chariot, and with each step he finds himself growing more eager for you. He wants to lay you down amongst the bodies and make you scream his name. He wants to soak up all the blood caked to your skin, wants to taste the sweet tang of victory on your tongue. He wants to feel so, so alive amidst all this death. His very bones cry out for it.

You must see it on his face, for you give him a wicked look and toss away your sword and shield. You fall to your knees on the ground, hands spread outwards as if you are begging. Begging for him, begging for what only he can give you. You open your crimson stained lips and only one word tumbles out.

“Please.”

It is all he needs to hear.

He crawls over the bodies, slithering like a serpent through the mud. The blood thrums rapidly in his veins. He watches you as he moves, watches your pupils devour the color of your eyes, watches the flush of desire creep up your neck. He knows you love him like this, all filthy and covered in gore, drunk on the rush of killing. He knows in this moment you want him to cover your body with his, to fall together in a sticky heap of blood and sweat and arousal. And he is desperate to grant you your wish.

He reaches your kneeling figure, one hand coming to rest on your neck, feeling the beat of your pulse beneath his fingers. Alive, whole, still his. He squeezes gently and shudders at the soft moan that slips from you. He stretches his other hand, one grimy finger to running reverently across your bottom lip. Your tongue darts out to lick the blood crusted along the tip, and everything that holds him together snaps.

It’s a war of tongues and teeth, of grasping hands and scratching nails. There is no time nor place for softness or loving touches; this moment is for ferocity and vitality, for feeling everything there is to feel in this earthly flesh. His every sense is heightened, every touch and every kiss threatens to burn him from the inside out. You are perfect beneath him, groping and gasping and whimpering until he can barely hold himself together.

He’s fast and ruthless, a perfect mimicry of how he moves in battle. You match him in every movement, a dance you have honed over the time you have shared together. He does not care if anyone hears or sees. In fact, he wants them to. He wants the dying men around him to see the ones who have struck them down, twisted together like vines on a branch. He wants them to hear your screams, for them to know that they are leaving this world while he is still enjoying it. Their enemy has conquered them, and now he receives his prize.

It does not take long. One last bruising kiss, one final dig of your nails into his shoulders and he’s roaring, shouting out his triumph across the desolate wasteland. Your cries mingle with his, and the whole earth seems to shake with the force of it.

He catches his breath, letting you cradle him against you as he laps lazily at the blood spattered across your neck. He has never felt more complete, never felt more perfectly balanced. It is all his favourite things at once: glory, death, sex and you. It is the sweetest victory he can imagine.

So when you give birth to his firstborn son nine months later, he knows exactly what to name him.

“Sigtrygg. Our trusted victory.”

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Ivar having sex around blood and death is canon, let’s not kid ourselves otherwise ;)

I’ve finished watching Teen Titans: Judas Contract and it was really, really good. I cried a little in the end :’)

I feel a bit embarrassed seeing the romance between Nightwing and Starfire (oh my childhood ship!) and my little Robin is already growing up. He has deeper voice! And I love Raven’s little surprise in the end. Poor Beast Boy and Terra though :(

9/10!!

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?

16: Afterglow

By @smoothdogsgirl:#16 “wait you’re what?” I hope 🤞 i got the instructions right. Also congrats 🎉🎈🍾🎊!!!!

Word Count: 922

A/N: I love Nine Lashes. Seriously, guys, check them out. There’s something just so full and open about their music. I didn’t even have to listen to this song over and over to capture the kind of feeling I wanted for this drabble because it’s basically ingrained in my head from all the times I’ve listened to it over the years. Plus, this is one of my favorite songs by them so… Also, doing this challenge has made me realize how much bittersweet music I have.

Song 16: Afterglow by Nine Lashes


“That one!” Your daughter pointed to a picture from the album that was open on your lap. “I wanna know that story.”

That ping of pain raced through your heart as it did every night when you put Rachel to bed and let her pick a picture of her father. Ever since Sam died, you made it a point to keep him alive in Rachel’s mind. Sure, he might be gone, but he would never be forgotten.

“That’s a good story. The time daddy and Uncle Dean got into a prank war.”

Rachel giggled softly and snuggled under your arm, already picturing the kinds of antics Sam and Dean could get into.

“It all started when daddy took Uncle Dean’s car into town and parked in a different parking spot when he came home. And you know how much your uncle loves his car, right?”

“More than I love kangaroos.”

You nodded at her sober answer. “More than you love kangaroos. So can you imagine what Uncle Dean did when he couldn’t find his car?”

Rachel thought about her answer long and hard. “Um… he cried?”

“A little bit,” you confided quietly. “But then he decided to get daddy back.”

You went on to describe the escalation of pranks, enjoying your daughter’s giggles and laughter, until you finally finished the story, fully explaining why Dean had a horrible spray tan and Sam’s hair was bright green while they were yelling at each other. Just after you snapped the picture, they turned their glares on you, but you showed them the picture and that was when they realized just how ridiculous they were being.

“One more story?” Rachel begged, watching you with wide, innocent, puppy-dog eyes. She must have inherited those eyes from her father, because you couldn’t say no.

“One more. Then it’s bed time.”

As she flipped through the pages of memories, you found yourself missing Sam so much more than you ever had before. He’d been gone for over a year, and moving on was still so far out of reach. It was like there was a giant, gaping whole inside of you. If it hadn’t been for Rachel in your life, you would have been lost with no idea what to do with your life.

“Mommy! You’re in this one!” Excitedly, Rachel pointed at a photo that Dean had taken.

Tears immediately sprang to your eyes when you saw the hesitant joy on Sam’s face, reflecting from the apprehension and uncertainty on yours. It was a tenderly real moment forever captured on film.

Wrapping your arms around your daughter, you kissed the top of her head and kept your eyes on the picture. “Daddy and I had been together for two years when that picture was taken…”

Nerves tangled with fear, wreaking havoc in your stomach. He looked so relaxed for the first time in months. This hunt had gone well and now he was gearing up for an entire week at home. The three of you had agreed that the world could survive seven days without the Winchesters.

But you weren’t sure you were going to survive the next seven hours with your secret.

“Smile, you two!” Dean held his phone out and snapped a picture just as you rolled your eyes. He grinned. “What? You’re rubbing off on me, Y/N. Gotta document every minute that we’re still alive.”

“We’re not doing anything right now, Dean,” Sam said, closing his eyes and leaning back against the cushions of the couch.

You couldn’t take it anymore. This doing nothing. You had to do something to distract yourself or you were just going to blurt it out and you definitely needed more time to get used to the idea before anyone else knew.

So you pushed off the couch and headed over to the DVD shelf. “How about we watch a movie? There’s Finding Nemo, Prometheus, Kingsman, Indiana Jones, I’m pregnant by the way, Megamind, The Book of Eli, Tex—“

“Wait,” Sam cut in, sitting straight up and staring at you. “You’re what?”

“I’m, um, I’m pregnant?”

That’s when Dean took the second picture. The one that Rachel was running her finger over, tracing Sam’s outline. Everything had changed in that moment. Sure, being pregnant brought about its own problems, especially in the hunter’s life. You and Sam had different ideas about how to parent. But having Rachel seemed to lock you and Sam in place. Everything had more meaning. Each touch and kiss. Each shared grin and teasing jokes.

Rachel looked up at you with wide eyes. “He was happy?”

“Of course he was happy, sweetie. How could he not be happy when we got such a perfect baby girl like you?”

“Do you think he misses me?”

“I know he misses you. He loved you so much, Rachel.”

“And he’s in Heaven, right?”

“Yes he is. Uncle Cas made sure of that.”

“Good,” Rachel nodded assuredly. “Because I’m going to Heaven when I die and I want to be with Daddy and you. We can be a family again!”

There was a lump in your throat as you stared down at your innocent little girl. You had so much love for her. “That’s a long ways away, sweetie.”

“I’ll remember him. And he’ll remember me. It doesn’t matter if it’s forever away. We’ll all be together in Heaven and there won’t be any crying and we’ll always be happy.” With another decisive nod, her mind was made up.

And something told you that your daughter was right.



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Trying and Failing

Originally posted by winsync

Pairing: husband!Dean x wife!Reader
Word count: 822
Warnings: Angst

Part 6 of Last Chance


When he returned from his hunt, there was no sign that he ever got that text the night before. Or that he’d chosen a beer over you. He didn’t change how he acted one way or the other.

Dean walked in, greeted the kids as always, pecked your lips, and went to put his things away. You hoped that maybe he didn’t want to bring it up in front of the kids, and that maybe that night the two of you could sit down for a chat. So, you did the same. You went about your day, putting the kids first. Playtime, lunch, dinner, bath time, story time, and finally, bed time.

Walking down the hall, you were already dressed for bed. One of his old shirts, which was something he’d always loved. Leaning on the wall, you watched him for a moment before speaking up. “Babe?” You started. “Come to bed?” All you wanted was to be close to him.

“I’ll be in bed after this movie is over.” He told you, motioning to the tv, never looking away from it.

Your heart sank, but you didn’t let him see that. “Okay, how much longer? Maybe I’ll stay up and read.”

Dean took a sip of his beer before answering. “It just started, so like…3 hours?” He glanced over to you. “Might as well get some sleep, it’ll be time to get him up for school before you know it.” He chuckled lightly.

Nodding, you sighed. “Night. I love you.” You told him.

“Love you.” He replied, his attention already back on the movie.

You willed your tears to wait until you were in bed. Your eyes stung, your heart ached, and you were sick to your stomach. His first night home, and he didn’t even want to spend it with you. Hell, he’d barely spent any time with the kids, either.

Finally, you cried yourself to sleep, clutching your pillow.

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Bonding

George Washington x Reader, Bro!Alex x Reader’s Daughter

Modern AU

Sequel to: Meeting the Family, Becoming Part of the Family, Baby Washington, Welcome to the Family

Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 1392

Warnings: Babies, inexperienced baby sitting, swearing, I don’t know very much about babies sorry

Request: Have you considered writing another sequel for Meeting the Family? Where Alex and the baby bond or going to the distant future where her big brothers beat up boys that flirt with her or the guy who broke her heart? Or both? It’s always up to you, but I would love to read it! -anon

A/N: So, I just did the first part of this with the bonding and I will do another one probably on Tuesday with the boys beating up people that break the girls heart. Sadly, this doesn’t have too much reader in this and I’m really sorry for that. And it’s also more of a Fem!reader and I apologize for that because I do like to make things as unisex as possible. Hope you guys enjoy this though and have an amazing day! Love y’all!


Eleanor was growing quickly and Alex had made it painfully obvious by staying away from her. He still wanted nothing to do to her, meanwhile the other boys couldn’t leave her alone. Besides all the attempt you and George made, Alex refused to spend anymore time with Eleanor than he needed to. That was until he was stuck babysitting her.

“Why am I babysitting her? Can’t someone else do it?” Alex whined, watching you and George get ready for a business party he had that night.

“Sorry Alex, but everyone else is busy tonight.” You smiled sympathetically, ruffling his hair as you walked past him.

“I’m busy tonight too!” Alex exclaimed, glaring at you and George.

“Really? Doing what? This afternoon when I asked, you said you were going to be staying home tonight.” George said, trying not to lose his patience with him.

“Yeah, until I found out I’d be stuck with her.” Alex growled, just the thought of the baby making him even more angry.

“Alex, what do you want us to do? Make one of the other boys cancel on their plans?” You asked, slowly growing exasperated with the complaining boy.

“That sounds perfect!” Alex nodded, looking at the two of you expectantly.

“That’s not fair to the others. They have been babysitting her every time we go out for the past six months of her life. It’s time you helped out Alex.” George said, pulling on his suit jacket as you grabbed your own coat.

“You can’t leave me with her!” Alex cried, following the two of you into the little play pen where Eleanor was crawling around.

“You’ll be fine Alex, she’s just a baby.” You said, picking up Eleanor from the play pen. “She already had dinner so there’s not much you have to do. Just let her crawl around and play for a little bit, maybe you could read to her and put her to bed at 7:30. Remember to keep the baby monitor next to you at all times.”

“I don’t think I can do this.” Alex gulped as you handed him Eleanor to hold.

“Call us if anything happens.” George said to Alex, before softening slightly as he turned to Eleanor. “Bye bye sweetheart. Be a good girl for Alex!”

The two of you hugged Alex and Eleanor before leaving the house and the two of them alone.

“Ugh, it’s just me and you now.” Alex sighed looking down at the girl who was just staring at the door her parents had just gone through.

“Dada?” Eleanor asked, her eyes starting to well up with tears.

“Yeah, he left you kid.” Alex said, not noticing that Eleanor was on the verge of crying.

“DADA!” Eleanor started to scream and cry making Alex jump.

Alex had no idea what to do. Sure, he had seen the rest of the family take care of Eleanor, but he had never done it himself. He had no experience with babies and started to look around frantically for something to calm her down.

“Um…you want your blanket?” Alex asked, trying to hand the girl he favorite blanket that she quickly denied. “Okay, how about this teddy bear?” He tried again only for the crying to get louder.

He started thinking really of hard on what he had seen the others do. Hercules would usually start humming a song. Thomas would usually started bouncing her and talk in a soothing voice. And Aaron would usually hand the baby to anyone else before running out of the room.

Deciding to follow the other boys example, besides Aaron, he started to bounce Eleanor gently as he paced the room and sang one of his favorite songs very softly. Eleanor slowly began to stop crying and instead look up at the boy that was holding her. Eleanor had only been held by Alex once but, found him very safe to be around.

“See? There’s no need to cry.” Alex said in almost a whisper, the girl in his arms starting to smile up at him.

“Okay let’s go down to the living room so I can watch a movie while you play with whatever the hell these toys are.” Alex said, grabbing a few of Eleanor’s toys before taking her down to the living room.

Alex placed her inside another one of her play pens with her toys. Alex turned on a movie and almost forgot about the small girl crawling around. That was until she started throwing her toys at him.

“What do you want?” Alex snapped, Eleanor giggled at his unamused expression. “Oh, you think it’s funny when I’m upset do ya?”

Eleanor crawled the closest she could to Alex while staying within her play pen. She held up her arms as a signal to be lifted up. Alex sighed and rolled his eyes before picking the small girl up.

“You’re needy, did you know that?” Alex asked, Eleanor snuggling into his chest as he sat back down on the couch.

Alex looked down at the small girl in his arms and couldn’t help but smile. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was warming up the girl. Looking at her smiling up at him, Alex could feel his heart break a little. He had been ignoring this little girl for the first seven months of her life. Strangely enough, Alex hadn’t done a lot with Eleanor that night but he felt a bond with her. She was his baby sister and he felt the need to protect her.

“Ellie, you’re making me go soft. Stop looking at me.” Alex grumbled, hoping to make these feelings of love for her go back to hatred and envy. “Oh god, I used a nickname.” Alex huffed, realizing his mistake.

Eleanor giggled, making Alex look back down at her.

“Well, since we’re going to be here a while, I guess you may as well learn something.” Alex sighed, before moving Eleanor onto his lap to face him. “Repeat after me, Alex.”

Eleanor stared up at him blankly as he looked at her expectantly.

“Okay, we will try again. Alex. Al-ex.” He tried pronouncing out the syllables more clearly only to be met with silence again. “Come on! It’s not that hard, Ellie. If you can say Dada and Mama then you can say Alex. Al-ex, Alex, Al-ex.”

Eleanor smiled not even opening her mouth for an attempt.

“Well, I guess some of us are slow-” Alex was stopped mid sentence by the little girl in his lap.

“Awex! Awex! AWEX!” Eleanor started yelling, Alex grinned widely.

“That’s my girl, now let’s teach you what you need to call Thomas.” Alex smirked before pulling a picture of Thomas in front of the girl.

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You and George walked slowly into the peaceful house. It was almost too peaceful. You could hear the sounds of a movie coming from the living room.

“Do you think Alex got Eleanor to bed fine tonight?” You asked, the two of you walking down the hallway towards the living room.

“I’m sure he did great. I mean he didn’t call us at all.” George reassured you.

“Okay, I just hope this didn’t make him dislike her anymore.” You said, peeking your head into the living room before giggling. “Actually, I think Alex may have made a new friend.”

“What do you mean?” George asked, following your gaze before starting to laugh.

Alex was lying on the couch fast asleep with a Eleanor snuggled into his chest. He had one arm wrapped around her to keep her from rolling off of him and the couch. The two of them had a happy expression on their face as they slept.

“Should we wake them?” George asked, a large smile on his face.

“No, let’s let them sleep.” You smiled, leaning into George.

“I told you Alex would eventually get over it. He just needed some time to get to know her.” George said, pressing a kiss to your cheek before the two of you headed to your bedroom.

You and George were ecstatic that finally all of the boys loved Eleanor just as much as the two of you did. Everything seemed to finally fall into place. At least until the next morning where Eleanor would start to call Thomas some things you’d rather not repeat. Well, at least they bonded.