i cried when i heard her say that

Sweet Creature (M)

*I have no words*

Request: Can I get a Sub Jungkook smut where their on the couch and he cums in his pants while the reader is grinding on him on his lap and dirty talks to him in his ear??? Thanks☺️☺️☺️

Word Count: 6.9k words (heh heh)

Let me ruin you goddammit


Let’s get one thing straight. You never claimed to be a good person, never did charity work, never been the perfect daughter for your parents. And you sure as hell wasn’t someone’s little girlfriend.

You did what you want, who you wanted and slipped out of their sheets before they murmur good morning in your ear. You were a ‘no strings attached’ girl, making sure that you would never become someone’s puppet. Of course, you weren’t immune to the disease called ‘love’, your innocent high school days plagued with your naive mindset of finding the ‘one’. It still haunts you, one of the reasons your night doesn’t end with a shot of whisky and half a pack of beer. The only person who was willing to put up with you was your best friend, Jungkook.

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He doesn’t come back in.

Izzy notices after ten minutes, when Max’s eyes start to droop and his soft child’s hands go still under her palms, exhaustion smoothing the wrinkle in his brow. The space beside her is palpably empty, the space where Alec belongs, and a slow, dangerous swell of concern rises inside her as she makes her way for the door, leaving her parents with Max.

Outside, Magnus is nowhere to be seen. Alec stands alone just beside the door, eyes gazing blankly down the hall, face pale and drawn, and oh god, she knows. Izzy knows, and she feels her own heart cracking as she draws closer and sees tear tracks bright on Alec’s cheeks, eyelashes clumped together in wet spikes.

“Alec,” she murmurs, reaching for his hand, clasping his fingers. They’re cold and clammy in her grip.

He doesn’t move.

“Alec,” she says again, softer, gentler, crowding a little closer and hoping her words will penetrate the haze of grief hovering around him. “Alec, please.”

Slowly, his eyes trail up, resting at her chin for a beat, then her nose, before they meet her eyes, and Izzy feels something painful in her chest when she sees the sharp, fierce misery of his first heartbreak written in his eyes, spirit bruised black in the aftermath of a fistless beating. Her brother, her best friend, the kindest man she knows, who refused to love for so long until the right person came along. And now…

She curls her arms around his waist, burying herself against his shirt, feeling the rapid-fire thump of his anguish against her face. It’s okay, she wants to say. He loves you. You belong together. Except she knows better. There are no words for moments like this, nothing she can say to make this better.

They stand like that, her arms around him, his dangling listlessly at his sides, for a drawn-out breath, the Institute calming around them as night falls. She smooths her palms over his back, clutching at linen, wishing the splinters of her heart that flow jagged through her veins could patch up the shattered pieces of Alec’s.

Her hands suddenly start shaking, and Izzy frowns, confused, until she realizes it’s Alec. He’s shuddering, the entire length of him trembling, and all of a sudden, Alec crumples, his forehead knocking against her shoulder, his nose pressed against her collarbone, and he throws his arms around her, hands crushing her to him as he cries silently, only the quiver of his breath letting her know that her big brother is breaking.

“I love him,” Alec says, voice rough and guttural, the words pushed out from a dark, secret place that Alec never lets anyone see. “Izzy, I love him.”

She’s never heard him say that before. She’s seen it in the way he grins dopily at his phone when Magnus texts him, seen it in his smiles when he arrives from Magnus’s in the morning, but she’s never heard it out loud. She’d hoped to hear him confess it to her, to see the way his face would light up when he admitted the truth. Instead, to hear it now, to hear it when it’s too late… it’s the worst punishment she could ask for.

“I know you do,” she answers faintly, stroking his dark hair, ignoring the way his nails dig hard into her skin. The shaking subsides a little, but Alec lingers, clutching his sister to him like she used to do to him when they were children. Closing her eyes, she sighs heavily, letting her shirt soak up his tears and her body absorb his tremors. “I know you do.”

I Can’t Lose Her

Part 1 (It’s really not that necessary to read it to understand what’s going on); Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5


Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Reader

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

Genre: Mafia AU, angst

Word count: 4,334 I went all out with this one 😂

Originally posted by sehunicorne

Jongdae’s POV


8 years ago

“Jongdae take a look at this,” my father said handing me a file with a bunch of papers in it.

“Darling, I don’t think you should show him this yet, he’s too young,” my mother interrupted.

“He’s has to take over the family business sooner or later, besides he already knows a lot of stuff, might as well learn how to deal with the ones indebted to us.”

My mother didn’t say anything just looked at me and went out of the room. I picked up the file and opened it. It wasn’t a big case, just some husband and wife who owns my father money because of gambling in one of his casinos. I have no idea why he would give me this, it seemed boring. My father noticed that.

“They don’t owe me that much compared to some other big shots but what I really dislike about them is the fact that they tried to run away…”

I wondered what he meant before I turned the page and saw that they’re now in completely different city. What fools. Do they really think they can escape my father this easily, he has eyes everywhere and they’re just amateurs. I understood that my father probably wants to go pay them a visit and I would gladly accompany him. I turned another page to see what they look like and to my surprise they had daughters. The older one in particular caught my attention, even though her face was expressionless, her features were delicate. I took the photo out.

“What about them?” I asked him, he picked up the picture and looked at it closely.

“We can use them to our advantage. Threatening is always easier when they have family members to worry of,” my father started laughing creepily, something that even made me feel unsettling. He stood up and called one of the drivers before gesturing for me to follow him.

“Are we actually going there now?” I questioned and he nodded. I got into the back seat of the car and checked my clock. We will probably arrive there in about 4 hours. I didn’t speak to my father anything else because honestly I preferred not to know what he’s planning. The car ride there felt like it will never end but once we were there I somehow started getting nervous. It was already dark outside and as soon as my father’s men began sprinting up the stairs the nervousness was soon replace by a pure sense of adrenaline. They kicked the door to one of the apartments open and went inside, searching for inhabitants, I wanted to go help them but my father told me to stay in the back. I saw how they ushered one man and three women to the tiny living room. I wondered how could somebody live in a place like this. My father steeped out from the shadows and I could already hear the two parents whimpering.

“Please, you have got it all wrong,” the man said.

“We were planning on paying you back,” the woman continued.

“Shut up,” my father said, pushing the two girls so they were on their knees, facing their parents. Even though their backs were to me, I immediately recognized the older one. I watched her hair go down her back and as she straighten herself I had to control my urge to come up to her.

“Please enlighten me how I’m wrong,” my father continued to mock them. “Because you clearly thought you can get away with all of the money I gave you. That’s not how this works.”

They all stayed silent for a moment and I heard another sob. It wasn’t from her though. She took the younger ones hand and whispered something to her.

“So what should I do with you all?” he asked expecting me to answer.

“Scare them a little?” I replied not sure if that’s the answer he wanted.

“Great idea!” he said, setting the gun against the back of her head. And then the quiet cries started again but by the way she was still kneeling I knew none of it is from her. She just squeezed the younger ones hand more tightly and I heard her mother say that everything is going to be okay but all of us knew it won’t and I don’t know what was going on in my head at that moment, I never dared defy my father like that.

“Wait!” I shouted and he turned to me, I had to say what I wanted quickly to avoid annoying him further. “Not this one,” I finally spoke. “The other,” I said, pointing to the younger one.

“As you wish,” my father said. I saw her turn to her sister in an attempt to stop him but the shot was already fired and only the echoes of the sound resonated along the room. Everyone was dead silent as they watched the body fall to the ground.

“Let’s go,” my father said, already going to the door. My eyes met hers seemingly for a split second but I could already see how they turned from frightened to pure hatred as she went to her sister’s lifeless body. I heard her cry for the first time as she held it. I quickly turned around. I have no idea why but extreme guilt washed over me.

“Shit,” I thought to myself going out. I couldn’t get the powerful look she gave me out of my head.  I realized that at that moment I fell in love with her.


6 year, 4 months

For the next almost two years there wasn’t a day I didn’t think about her. I wanted to meet her so badly but I knew it would never be possible after what happened. I spent my days gathering all the information I could possibly get on her. Her name especially stuck with me. I remember attending her sister’s funeral and watching her from one of the trees from a distance. Even being so far away from here I could see she had no emotion on her face. I knew that this is partly my fault but I never felt more grateful that my father listened to me on that day. After a few months, I found out that she started working to help repay her parents debts. Whenever I went to the café she worked at I was always too scared to go inside, thinking she will recognize me. At this point I knew I’m becoming quite obsessed with her but I just had to see her. Get closer somehow. My father’s health got significantly worse and I had to take care of a lot of more things nowadays but I had inside eyes even in her school. I felt like trashing the office I already had when I found out that someone is actually bullying her. I had to go there myself. Luckily on that day she wasn’t even at school. I chuckled when I saw how everyone stared at me as I pulled up in an expensive car in front of the building. I went straight to the principal and him knowing my father, well promised not to interfere. I slammed the door to her classroom open and called the bullies out. They of course didn’t want to go anywhere with me but just with a snap of my fingers, my father’s men were already at them.  Their squirms of pain and asks for forgiveness were music to my ear, as I tortured them myself in one the warehouses owned by us. Every day I was getting more and more like my father. I wondered if she ever found out where they suddenly disappeared to. I couldn’t let her be in that school anymore, so after a long argument I finally won and she was supposed to get transferred by getting a scholarship to the private school I attended. I could barely contain my excitement at the thought of seeing her more often.


4 years ago

It made me quite happy to know that she’s the introverted type. Less guys approached her, less trouble for them and for me. I have heard that she needed some really persuasive convincing so she would actually go this school. Knowing her, it didn’t surprise me she found this suspicious. I stared at her from the third floor window, reading a book by one of the trees. She looked as beautiful as ever. Our uniform fit her well.

“Are you watching her again?” Baekhyun approached me. “Man, you’re so creepy.”

“Shut up, it’s none of your business.”

He raised his hands in defence.

“Relax, I’m not taking her, even though she’s a great catch but seeing how everything is going, you’re not going to get her anytime soon either,” he laughed but I quickly silenced him with a punch to his stomach. He fell down on the floor and I lifted him up by the collar.

“You dare say something like that about her again.”

“No need to get violent. Anyone would be stupid to try to do that. Do you think I want to die? You’re scary when you’re jealous,” he said swatting my hand away and standing up. “Speaking about that. I heard that some guy from her class confessed to her the other day, she rejected him though-“

But I wasn’t listening anymore. How dare someone do that. I knew who it was. I saw him trying to get all friendly with her. Luckily it was still lunch break, I went to his table and dragged him away. I saw how frightened he got by the second. I was known as quite the scary one in the school, I just hoped that rumour never reached her.

“What, what is it?” he asked me when I slammed him to the wall in one of the corners. I didn’t say anything just took his arm and began twisting. He screamed in pain.

“Did you talk to Y/N the other day?”

“Y/N? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I twisted his arm to the opposite direction a bit more.

“Okay yes. Yes I was.”

“She’s mine,” I told him as I finally heard the bone snap. He cried out in pain and fell to the floor. “You won’t tell anyone about this unless, you have a death wish,” I said, showing him my gun.

I went to the next lesson like nothing happened. I saw Baekhyun glance at me from his table. He asked if I took care of him and I nodded. I had another worry now, my graduation is soon and she still has two years of studying left.


2 years ago

My father’s sudden passing half a year ago left me with complete control of the gang but also all the worry and trouble it came with. Before this I never knew he was associated with the other families and how closely they worked together. I needed to learn again how to cooperate and work for a common goal. The many deals and jobs my father left me with meant that I couldn’t see her as often. I sometimes wondered why she’s still not here by my side. I had so much power in this city yet, I couldn’t just go and kidnap her. At least I knew that she also graduated. I literally thought about staying an extra year in school just to be near her but my mother convinced me otherwise. It made me quite sad when I found out, she never went to pursue a higher education, when she was one of the top graduates. After all these years, her parents never learned and still gambled. Even more so, after what happened. Her heart was too kind, they didn’t deserve her. She worked two jobs just to take care of them and also pay up the debt. I wonder how she felt knowing that she’s sending the money to her sister’s killer. One day thinking about this I came up with a perfect plan to finally make her mine.


9 months ago

“You know it will never work,” Minseok said as soon as I explained to him what I was planning. “She will find out sooner or later.”

Every single one of them told me that. Why did I even bother explaining. I’m going to go through with it anyway. I have been waiting for so long as it is.

“Then I better make sure she doesn’t,” I said, putting my jacket on and going to the door.

“Jongdae don’t be stupid, she’s just a girl…”

“She’s special. You haven’t seen her on that day.”

I knew why they didn’t like this idea from the start, it was mostly because they didn’t want me to get hurt by her or get hurt while protecting her. Stupid reasons. I called my family’s lawyer and he promised to get the documents ready by the end of the month. I went back to my apartment and fell down on the bed. The room next to mine was still empty but I could already imagine her being there.


5 months ago

I picked up the papers and the photos I gathered of her throughout all these years. I wanted to burn them, get rid of them but I somehow couldn’t bring myself to do it. She looked so pretty and cute in all of them. I opened the secret drawer and put all of them in there. Today was the day. Her parents agreed to meet me as soon as I told them what I want. They welcomed me warmly and they nodded eagerly when I told them I’m willing to pay off their debt. It disgusted me how easily they accepted my offer to exchange money for their daughter, I tried not to show them this because I was also extremely happy everything is going so well. They didn’t question why I’m even doing this and that was enough for me. As I shook their hands and they signed the papers, I heard the front door of their apartment open. And there she was, almost in the same place I first met her, looking as stunning as ever in her work dress. I stood up immediately and took a few steps to her. She glanced at me then at her parents.

“Who’s this?” she asked, her voice sweet and soothing.

“Y/N this is Jongdae, you will have to come with him,” her mother explained.

“Jongdae?” she questioned and for a second, I thought she will recognize me. “Why should I go with him?”

“We just made a perfect deal and got a lot of money from him,” she was shocked by the answer.

“And you’re selling me off just like that?!” she shouted. “He could be a human trafficker for all I know, how dare you!”

I couldn’t stay here any longer, I needed to get away from her parents before I punched them in the face. I grabbed her by the arm and went to the door.

“Mother,” she cried out.

“Don’t worry Y/N! He promised to take care of you,” she shouted after her.

“Let go of me,” she said, as I took her to the car. She seemed quiet on the outside but I absolutely loved how feisty she actually is. I had no idea how to take her to the headquarters without her escaping, so I handcuffed her to one of the handles inside of the car.

“What the hell are you doing? Is this a kidnapping?” she began trashing around but abruptly stopped when she noticed my gun. I saw that she was at least a bit scared but she tried her best not to show it.

I took her to one of the rooms in the headquarters and sat her on the bed.

“Y/N I want to marry you,” I finally told her. She looked at me in disbelief.

“Are stupid or something? There was no way I’m getting married.”

And so it began. I tried to convince her multiple times and I didn’t know it was even possible but she started to annoy me to no end. Maybe this won’t be as easy as I thought it would be. I came back to the room again after a while and panicked when I couldn’t see her in it. I ran to the bathroom and saw that she’s climbing into the ventilation shaft. That was it. I dragged her out roughly and flung her over my shoulder. I left her downstairs and went to my room to calm down. I shoved everything off my table, it was easier taking it out on something. I knew I can’t show her my temper and how I actually am if I ever want to gain her trust and I needed that but most of all I needed her. I stayed away for a few hours before coming back to her. I signalled my men to leave us alone. I came up to her and saw that she’s sleeping. She looked so adorable I just wanted to pick her up and hold her close. And so I did but she woke up soon after. She stared at me with those beautiful eyes of her and her cheeks turned a cute shade of pink when I complimented her. I felt bad threatening her but she really had no more than two options. Even though I could never kill her. I watched the tears stream down her face. And here I thought I will never see that happening again. I wiped them off and after all these years of waiting, kissed her.


3 months ago

I couldn’t help but chuckle when I told her I stopped locking the door to her room days ago. I couldn’t bring myself to do it anymore. But she was even more shocked when I told her I’m taking her to party. She was gorgeous in the dress I got her that I froze to my spot. She came up to me and fixed my tie and when she looked up, she seemed so innocent, I couldn’t believe I’m lying to her. I was about to tell her everything right there on the spot, thank God one of my men saved me. I know how much she would hate me if she ever found out the truth and by now, I would probably die if she left me. I still hated the plan they come up with even though it was perfect. She was beautiful, who wouldn’t get distracted by her. I gave her a necklace with a tracker in it and prayed that she won’t get in any trouble so I wouldn’t need to use it. Unfortunately that was not going to happen. When Junmyeon came in and told me that Jimin took her to the roof I completely ignored the deal we were making and everyone in the room and ran out as fast as I can. If he as much as touched her. I don’t care if I get this war started. I kicked the door open and saw that he had her cornered. I would have killed him but somehow I was afraid to shoot someone if front of her, thinking it will trigger something. And I was right when all of it was over and she came to me that night I knew what she dreamt of.


1 month ago

I was trying to convince her to work with me for the past two months. I wanted to keep her nearby but I knew she would never accept it. She hated violence. One day she even asked me about her parents. It surprised me how much she still cared about them. As each day went by after I gave her the key to go out whenever she wanted and I saw her smile more often, it was harder to control myself. I didn’t want to push her but I loved her so much and I wanted her to know that.


Yesterday;  7 am

I woke up early because only now did I remembered that I never got her that wedding ring. What kind of a husband am I. I sat up in my bed and picked up my phone. I already had 3 missed calls. Two from Chanyeol, one from Minseok. What do they want so early in the morning? I had to go find that ring. I peeked inside her room before I went out. She looked so peaceful and cute while she slept. I could never get enough of seeing her this way.


Yesterday; 12 am

I came back after four hours and she still was asleep. I went to my office and checked my phone. 10 more missed calls. I had no plans of talking to them today, no matter how important it was. I took my cheque book and couldn’t help but take a peek at the photos I still had underneath. I still couldn’t believe I got so lucky to finally have her.


Yesterday; 10 pm

I came back as soon as I got the ring and went to the balcony with her. I knew she enjoyed the view. I didn’t know where to start, so I kept quiet for a moment, enjoying her presence.

“Jongdae, did something happen?” she asked me and I saw that she was actually worried. I turned around and practically begged her to let me put the ring on. Now she really was mine and everyone will be able to see that. I couldn’t believe she was just as happy as I am. I took her hands in mine.

 “You may have already noticed it but I’m utterly and extremely in love with you,” I told her and she began blushing. I didn’t know what to expect after that but I certainly didn’t think she would pull me in and kiss me. She kissed me. Herself. I slid my hands down her back to her waist when freaking Minseok came in and ruined the moment. As much as I didn’t want to leave her, I knew one against eleven is not a good fight. I told her not to wait up and kissed her on the forehead before going after Minseok.


Present Day; 6 am

I was so sick of this meeting and all this bullshit. I just wanted to go back home to her and hug her so tight and kiss her all over.

“Jongdae are you listening? I’m not going to repeat it for the third time,” Junmyeon said, pointing at the white board near him.

“Yeah yeah,” I told him. “So what if BTS started to move, do you seriously think we can’t beat them?”

“That’s not the point, they have allies,” he sighed before standing up. “I think we have been discussing this for too long now. The meeting is over. We will meet up later today. Don’t be late, especially you,” he said pointing at me.

I was the first one to get out of the room and was almost running to the elevator when Sehun caught up with me. I really didn’t want to speak with him right now.

“Did you hear?” he asked, stopping me.

“What?”

“Strange. I thought you will be going out for blood by now.”

“Just tell me what it is. I’m in a hurry.”

“There are some rumours going on around in the black market that Jimin issued a reward for someone who will bring Y/N to him,” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Are you serious? I have to get back home. Fast.”


Present Day; 8 am

I kept thinking why would he want her so badly the whole drive from the headquarters. But the want to finish what we started was stronger. I unlocked the door and went inside. I didn’t see here anywhere down stairs, so maybe she was still sleeping. As I was going up I saw that my office door is slightly open.

“Y/N are you in there?” I asked, pushing them. I saw her kneeling behind the table. She looked up at me with those same eyes I saw 8 years ago that turned from frightened to pure anger and hatred.

“Fuck,” was the only thing I could think of. “I fucked up.”

“Care to explain what’s the meaning of this?” she said, coming up and throwing all the papers at me. Honestly, I didn’t know what to say. If she found this, she already knew everything. Why the hell I never got rid of them. She took hold of my shirt and tugged at me roughly.

“I only have one thing to ask you,” she said. “Were you really there when my sister was shot to death?”

She stared at me and I kept silent.

“I can’t believe this,” tears already formed in the corner of her eyes. “I can’t believe I was about to fall for a man who is responsible for my sister’s death.”

She let go of me and ran downstairs but I caught up to her.

“Y/N listen, if it wasn’t her it would have been you! I could never let that happen.”

She turned around and slapped me hard across the face. It hurt but I deserved that.

“And who gave you the right to decide?” she shouted and ripped the silver necklace off her neck before running out through the door. Shit if she doesn’t have that on, I won’t be able to find her.

“Y/N!! Baby wait!!”

I chased after her but she was unbelievably fast. I wondered how is that even possible since she was wearing heels. I ran after her for good fifteen minutes when I lost sight of her in the crowds of people. I punched the nearby wall with all my might, making my knuckles bleed.  I set my head against it’s coldness.  It can’t end this way. I can’t lose her now.


~ Part 7 ~

A/N: Dun dun duuuun, turns out Jongdae is an obsessive stalker

My Virgin Sacrifice


Pairing: Lucifer X Reader
Warnings: Smut, DaddyK!nk, bossy!Lucifer, blood, bad language.
Summary: Y/n is witch who is being sacrificed to Lucifer. In a twisted chain of events there is a wicked witch, a good witch, and a handsome devil. 
Author’s Note: Hi everyone! My drabble Sinful for Lucifer took off so well these last few days, and since I can’t get the Devil out of my head, I decided to give you guys a whole story. I am not sure if it any good, but let me know. I hope you like it. As always, please see my page for more of my work, and look for the master-list which should be out very soon!
Word count of story: Approximately 2500 words


    Your grandmother was a witch, just as your mother was. You had grown up with a love for witchcraft sprouting from their teachings at a very early age. Of course, your family and home coven stayed far away from anything too sinister and dastardly for obvious reasons. Curses, hexes, and demons tended to backfire, or at least end very badly for the witch. Especially when hunters got involved.
    As you grew older you grew fonder of the idea of traveling, absorbing all the knowledge and wisdom you could across the lands. And with a lifted heart and demeanor, you did. Seeing everything you could-learning all you could-of evil and good. But even you could tell that the world was shifting. Demons became more and more frequent, hauntings became more and more deadly, and good witches became few. Even the hunters began to fizzle out one by one. By the time your grandmother left this earth and your mother took control of the coven, rumors had begun to spread about the rise of the true king.
The true one to rule hell and all those that belong to hell. The archangel that had started and would restart the war between Heaven and Hell.
                                   

                                                  Lucifer.

Growing worried for your mother and the good of your coven you returned home, only to find your coven in a state of power-hungry, evil infused paranoia under the charge of a lady who called herself Sirena. Sirena was a force you had never met before. She was cunning and vindictive, and seemingly all knowing. Sirena was quick to punish those she doubted and the returning daughter of the head witch she had overthrown was just that. An opponent to test her power and dedication to her King Lucifer.

     She had attacked you before you had time to even register what had happened.  And after you lay bruised and battered on the ground, she commanded those who used to be your trusted friends to help her bind you.

“Y/n, it’ll all be fine. Lucifer will be every so gracious of your sacrifice. Why, he might even be as gracious as to grant our coven everlasting favor in the courts of Hell! Think of the good you’ll be doing here!” Sirena preached to you as she pulled the ropes tighter to your skin.

“I didn’t sign up for this, Sirena. You know that! You have taken a peaceful coven, and turned all these women vengeful,” You say as you struggle against the bonds that hold your hands and feet.

“Oh sweetheart, that was what your mother thought too, but you’ll see. Everyone will see. I’ve finally perfected the perfect spell, and it’s sure to reach our King’s ears this time,” she said with a wicked laugh. She back away from you to pick up a long-curved dagger from the table nearby. “Just think about it,” she started with another awful cackle, turning back towards you as she played with the knife, “you’re the perfect sacrifice! I mean before I killed your mother, I had heard about her talk about you to the others. You’re still pure-in more ways than one.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you cried, swinging your gaze to your once friends who stood facing you on the far wall, pleading with your eyes for them to save you.

 “Oh Y/n, that won’t work. They are no longer easily persuaded. Now, back to the matters at hand. You know exactly what I mean when I say ‘pure’. You’re still pure of heart, in fact you almost have a childlike sense of wonder,” Sirena pressed the dagger under your chin, forcing your head up and your eyes to hers. “You also have never been-bedded, to put nicely. So innocently pure. A virgin sacrifice for the King. How classically polite.”

   Your eyebrow raised automatically. The bitterness of the situation finding you now, “You polite or nice? I’ve known you five minutes and I’m tied to a chair being sacrificed because I’ve never been ‘bedded’.”

  Sirena’s smile twitched and you watched as her eyes glazed over for a split second before her hand moved. In that second, she moved and you felt the cold sting of the blade across your cheek. When she pulled back again, the dagger was lined with blood, and Sirena? She was looking quite proud of herself.
       “Fine, fucked. You’re just as picky as your mother was. I was trying not to offend your delicate ears, but now I don’t care. With this offering of your blood, Lucifer will practically praise me. That is of course after he rapes and devours you,” Sirena cackled.

She began reciting a spell you in a language not even you had ever heard, but you couldn’t really pay attention to any of that. Your face and your body hurt. Your mother was dead, and your coven betrayed your family. Your life was officially sucking right now, and you could give a damn less what else was happening around you.
A bright light in the room caught your attention, if not for the simple fact it practically blinded you. Sirena began laughing again, spinning and clapping, searching the room with her eyes. She turned to you when the light completely faded with a scowl.


  “It didn’t work!” she raged. “How could have not worked? You slut! You must have fucked someone, or else it wouldn’t have worked. You filthy whore liar! I’ll-“


“Now, now, let’s not be quick to kill anyone, especially my sacrifice,” a cold male voice said filling the room.


       “My King!” Sirena said dropping to her knees. “I apologize for disturbing you, but I thought this sacrifice would prove my willingness to serve.”


  “No, it doesn’t,” Lucifer says stepping into the dimly lit room.

Originally posted by missviciderossignol


When your eyes found his, you almost gasped. He was gorgeous. He was blonde headed and freckled, lean but built, and he had a very arrogant bad boy nature. He regarded you in a calm, distant expression, but it didn’t seem to be one of hate. His eyes seemed to glow back at yours for a second more before he shifted his attention back to Sirena, his look darkening.


“I am trying to plan and carry out the Apocalypse-or did you forget that?” he asked Sirena pacing closer to where she was standing near you.


“I apologize King, I thought she would please you.”


“She looks-quite tasty, but that is not the point. Disturbing me is very rude, when you could have come to me like every other damn demon has with their signs of loyalty. Instead you summon me? Do you have any idea what I was in the middle of?”


“I am truly sorry, it won’t happen-” Sirena began, but Lucifer swiftly cut her off with a hand to her throat. 


The glow of his eyes seemed to brighten and he hauled her into the air with one hand. “Oh,” he said coldly, “I know it won’t.”

Just then Sirena emitted a beam of light from every orifice of her body. Lucifer pretty much burning her from inside out, and casting her lifeless body aside. He turns to you with a raised brow and relaxed look.

  “I loathe power hungry twats who disturb others, don’t you, love?” he asks almost nicely.

You blink back at him for a second before replying, “L-love?”

Lucifer doesn’t answer your question. Instead he comes closer to you expecting your bruises and cut up face. He runs his hands across your bonds, and you feel them dissipate. “No running, pet. Daddy has to heal you and take you home,” he says almost absentmindedly placing his hands on your face.

“Excuse me, what?”  You ask just as the warm feeling over takes you. It spreads through your body, making it hum and shiver, and you shift just slightly in your seat. Lucifer’s eyes connect with yours again and it’s as if he’s warning you to stay still with just his gaze.

The feeling intensifies as it spreads, and soon your body is on high alert, but tired at the same time. You feel your eyes begin to shut of their own accord. Right before the blackness of unconsciousness takes you, you hear Lucifer’s voice once more.

    “Now, let’s get you home.”

Originally posted by lucifersagents

   You awoke atop of a king size, black satin covered bed in a dark room. You no longer hurt, but you didn’t know where you were. You weren’t even sure if what you thought had happened had really happened. That would be ridiculous, right?

“It might be for an average human, but not you,” a cold voice that you were becoming all too familiar with said. Glancing up to find Lucifer starring down on you, you almost screamed, but he had already raised a hand to silence you. “I will not hurt you, Y/n. I promise. I even healed your wounds for you, pet.”


“Oh, just stop it with the ‘pet’ stuff already. We both know the only reason you are interested in me is because of that stupid ritual and the fact I am a virgin. I am not yours,” You spat out before you could think to stop yourself.


You watched Lucifer’s eyes darken menace and almost gulped in fear. “I assure you, that isn’t true. In fact, you are mine and I will prove it,” he said darkly.


“You just said you wouldn’t hurt me!” You accuse him quickly.


“And I won’t, but let me show you why you should belong to me.”


You mauled it over for a second. It would if nothing else prevent something like this from happening again, and after his virgin sacrifice infatuation wore off that was the only risk here. He did promise not to hurt you. You looked back at him and nodded. “Okay.”


You were pushed back against the black satin sheets, your arms falling to rest by your head. Your legs spread of their own accord, unable to hide the sudden arousal caused from the angel above you. 


 Lucifer hovered above you, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his teeth tugged on your lower lip. One hand snaked up to tangle in your hair, using it to roughly pull your head back so he could access your neck. You gasped and closed your eyes as his teeth grazed your skin and found a soft spot you never knew existed.

Originally posted by tess453


Obliviously, Lucifer had done this before. You had not. Starting to feel a bit insecure, you brought your hands up to push back against him, but he wouldn’t budge.


“Lucifer,” you gasp, trying again. “I’m not good enough for this I barely know how to kiss.”


“Don’t even think about it like that, pet,” He ordered silkily as his jean clad hips ground against yours, his manhood already hardening. 


You wrapped your legs around his waist, almost automatically, with a desperate gasp for more affection, or attention, or really anything you could get. One of his hands cupped a breast, squeezing and kneading, while his lips found the curve of the other. He sucked your skin into his mouth, his tongue leaving a cold fire across your skin. You tightened your legs around his waist, feeling a sudden wetness pooling between your legs. And in response, Lucifer ripped the shirt from your body.


He chuckled at your attentive responses, grinding his hips against yours. His hand slid from your breast down your side, his fingers a seductive dance on your skin. 


“So responsive for me, pet,” he murmured, kissing his way back up to your neck. He sucked on your neck and as his fingers slid into the waistband of your jeans and ripped those off as well causing you to moan. “That’s my girl,” he grunted, biting your neck. He pulled back and smiled proudly at the dark hickey he’d left on your skin, marking you as his woman for all eternity.


He worked his hand down to your wet heat slowly, and thrust a finger into you, his slow pace never faltering as you wiggled and bucked against him. His hips helped to keep yours steady while he worked you with his hand, his other hand tugging at your hair and his lips alternating between decorating your neck and devouring your now naked breasts.


  You felt a foreign knot building in your belly, but before it could burst, Lucifer removed his finger. You whimpered shamelessly at the loss of contact and he chuckled darkly. He hovered above you, angling his hips so that his manhood rubbed against your entrance, and you noticed you had completely missed how he had gotten his jeans off.  Finding yourself not caring, however you tried your best to hint to him that you needed him with your body.


He growled back at you when he noticed your slight shimmies for his attention and sprung on you like a wild tiger. His lips attacked your skin, as he rubbed his manhood through your wetness. The contact rubbed against your clit, causing your hips to jerk upwards.


“That’s right, kitten. Let Daddy take care of you,” he instructed, sitting back and using his hands on your hips to help position you. You complied, finding little shame anymore in Lucifer’s arms.


Lucifer positioned himself above you, his hands on your hips as he thrust into your sex slowly. You moaned at feeling him inside you, and although slightly strange-there was no pain. Your legs began spreading more to entice him further. He understood, pushing in as far as he could. His hands gripped your hips bruisingly as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. Working you over very well for your first time. You moaned loudly and your hands gripped the pillow, all of your senses gone. All you could focus on was Lucifer pounding into you like he owned you. This archangel making you his prize.

Originally posted by palehand


  He leaned over you, one hand tangling in your hair and tugging your head forward. You mewled and turned your head to meet his lips in a possessive kiss. He sucked your tongue into his mouth as he continued his thrusts. While you were lost in his kiss, the hand on your hip slid forward between your folds to rub mercilessly at your clit, earning a string of loud whorish moans from your lips which he eagerly swallowed. 


The knot in your belly exploded, your orgasm gushing. He kept his pace causing you to drag your nails down his toned chest. His hands gripped your hips so he could thrust his hips into yours, his pelvis striking your clit with each thrust, sending your orgasm skyrocketing upwards yet again.


Your name fell from his lips like a moaned prayer, the sound making you moan in return. “Please…” You stammered, wrapping your arms around him. “I-I… I can’t…”


“Not yet.” He ordered and you struggled to take a ragged breath, in a failed attempt to get a hold of yourself. “You are absolutely delicious, pet,” He informed you. “So responsive, so willing.”


“Please….” You whispered. “Just… please.”


“I’m sorry, what was that? Who are you talking to, Little Girl?” He asked innocently.


“Lucifer, please I need you…” You pleaded, grinding your hips up as best as you could. He grunted, but still did not relent. 


“No, pet. What is my name?” He demanded once more, slowing his pace almost completely.


You groaned out, frustrated, but completely turned on. “Daddy, please!”
“Much better, pet.” He growled and without pause, he was buried up to the hilt inside of you once more. You couldn’t help the shriek that was pulled from your lips as he began to brutally slam into you. His lips once again lock onto your chest, sucking. You barely notice as your hands wrap around his back nails digging into skin. “Moan for me, Little Girl.” He grunts, hitting that spot deep inside you.

Originally posted by sensuous

“Daddy!” You manage to choke out as he hits that spot with every thrust.


“I can’t hear you.” He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips.


“Daddy!” You scream as the knot that was building once more explodes, cause your whole body to jerk. Lucifer’s own orgasm followed yours, and as he cried out with you, he held you close as he worked you both through it, slowly. When you both had finally calmed down, he withdrew and looked at you. His next words shocking your ecstasy ridden body.


“If you think you are leaving me, Y/n, you are wrong. You are mine. Forever. My virgin sacrifice.”


Originally posted by sparkling-lucifer

anonymous asked:

Okay so like: Imagine Keith and Lance meeting like ONE TIME when they were suuuuuuuper super little like 2 or something and they kissed and - listen I REMEMBER shit from that time in my life I don't give a fuck who says you don't remember shit till you're four but ANYWAY Keith and Lance and the others are talking about the first memories they have as kids as some bonding excercise and then OH BOTH KEITH AND LANCE KISSED A BOY IN THE SAME YEAR AT THE SAME PLACE HUH WOW bonus if they're dating

“Truth or dare?”

Everyone groans.

“Ugh.” “Lance, no.” “Stop it.” “Take this seriously!“ “Dare.”

Four pairs of eyes turn to the big guy floating at the center of the training deck. Of course it’s Hunk.

Hunk looks hesitantly at everyone else. Then, he shrugs. “What? It’s not like we have anything better to do until Coran figures out a way to turn the gravity back on.”

Pidge frowns. “Yeah, but why’d you choose dare?”

Lance answers this one. “Uhhhh, because only wusses like Keith don’t pick dare?”

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anonymous asked:

hi, ive been trying to think of the 2 sweetest + famous quotes that mimo said to each other (momo to mina & mina to momo) can you help me out on this?

oh gosh, where do I even begin…?

Momo to Mina:

  • “Mitang, Mitang daisuki!” (Mina’s more intimate nickname + ‘I really like you’ in Japanese)
  • “I understand her feelings. Her mind is more mature than mine, so she’s been invaluable to me.”
  • “Thanks to Mina, I gained a lot of confidence. I think I can do well now!”
  • “We actually kissed! It was a real kiss!”
  • “Mina is my girlfriend. Our skinship is the best!
  • “Mina is my girlfriend. Isn’t she pretty?”
  • “I’m dancing with a special person.”
  • “It’s waaay more fun to perform with Mina!”
  • Momo picking Mina as the most beautiful member while dancing and being super shy about it
  • Momo talking about how she used to be scared of Mina but realized she wasn’t scary at all after talking to her
  • Momo talking about how she’s nail buddies with Mina and they share nail polish, but Mina’s nail art comes out better because she’s more patient 
  • etc. etc. I may add on more later

Mina to Momo: 

  • “Momo unnie, I think you always work really hard even when you pretend to not be doing so. When it’s really difficult, I hope that you’ll lean on the members. I’m really happy and thankful to be in Twice with you. Unnie, I love you.”
  • “Because I know Momo unnie has been having a rough time (competing in Sixteen), I almost cried.”
  • “Momo unnie practices the hardest out of all of us. I feel like I really can’t accept the situation (that she was eliminated from Sixteen).” - while crying very badly
  • Mina talking non-stop about how she (and her mom XD) thought Momo looked gorgeous and the members not paying attention because they’ve literally heard her say it a million times already
  • Mina saying during an interview that she may get Momo a certain gift just so she could use it too aka so they could share
  • “Momoring, hearteu!” <3 
  • “Momo unnie is so good looking!”
  • Mina talking about how she made the pasta just for Momo

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Too Late- Namjoon Angst

I was too late. I couldn’t tell him how I felt, I had missed my chance. 

Genre: ANGST

Word count:1435

Originally posted by oneversehobi

Namjoon and I had been best friends for years. Since he was 16 and i was 15. We did everything together, i encouraged him to follow his dreams. I stayed with him late nights when he was stuck in the studio. We told eachother everything.

We were inseparable, to the point where people would mistake us for dating. I wish we were. I’ve had feeling for Namjoon since i was 16. But he never showed any signs of feeling the same. So i was afraid of ruining our relationship that i kept it quiet. And it was killing me slowly. But know at 21 i was getting ready to attend his wedding.

I didn’t want to watch my best friend marry someone who wasn’t me. I know that is selfish but i don’t think my heart could bear it. I was heart broken when he got a girlfriend but put on a happy face. When he told me he was going to propose to her i kept a happy face. When they announced their engagement i cried hysterically.

I put on a happy act even though i was breaking inside. The other members knew this, especially Jimin. He was my rock through all of this, comforting me and being a hand to hold. I finished getting ready, and Jimin said he would be my date. I was thankful for that.

The girl Namjoon was marrying was a sweetheart. Fans loved her to bits. But a lot of them saw how sad i was, and they comforted me. But Namjoon was blind to all of it. As i started putting a small purse together my mind drifted to when Namjoon told me about her. He gushed for hours and as he did i felt my heart crack little by little.

I finished packing and headed to the living room where Jimin waited. A sad smile adorned his features as he said “You look stunning Y/N.” i gave him a sad smile back “Thank you.” I was wearing a black dress, it came down to a little above my knee. I didn’t want to wear something bright, this was a funeral to me.

A funeral for myself. The life I wish I had, and for my heart. This was the day I had been hoping would be mine. But it was someone else’s now. Namjoon was in love, and I would never be able to tell him how I felt. I was too late. I lost my chance.

I couldn’t deny the heaviness in my heart. It really did feel like I was going to a funeral. I took jimin’s extended hand and we headed to the church


The church was full of chatter and laughter when we arrived. Family and friends giddy with excitement, waiting for the ceremony to begin. Jimin brought me to my seat before heading back. He was Namjoon’s best man after all. I stayed there trying to force a happy face. I saw Namjoon’s mother and father and they both gave me a sad look. They said it themselves, they expected the two of us to end up together.

I glanced around, some people were giving me pity looks and I hated it. They all could see how much I loved Him, everyone could see it. Except him. The time came were the church quieted and Namjoon walked down, followed by each member with a bridesmaid.

They all took their seats except for Jimin who remained up with Namjoon. I watched Namjoon scans the crowd before his eyes landed on me. We made eye contact and I forced a smile, he smiled back. The organ began to play and his head whipped towards the doors. Waiting for his soon to be wife to walk through them.

We all stood as the door opened. And she began to walk down the aisle. She looked absolutely gorgeous, hair and makeup perfect. A huge smile on her face, she was glowing. I envied her. He looked up at Namjoon, whose eyes were wide and a look of pure love in his eyes. My heart hurt. I choked down a sob and watched as she finally met him.

The ceremony went through smoothly and finally it was time for them to exchange their vows. I held back my tears, listening to their words and how much love they had in them. I couldn’t ruin this for them. The priest gave me one last chance “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” I bit my lip so hard to keep from speaking. I couldn’t do this to him, not now, not ever.

They exchanged rings. And my heart cracked.

“I now pronounce you husband and Wife, you may kiss the bride!” They kissed and as everyone cheered I broke down in sobs. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I got up from my seat and ran. So focused on getting out of there. I didn’t realize that the church had gone silent as I burst through the doors.

I ran across the street towards the park. I needed fresh air, I could barely get any into my lungs as I cried. I slowed down and sat on a bench. I felt like I was over reacting but I had such sadness in my heart I didn’t care.

I heard the pounding of feet behind me and expected it to be Jimin. I didn’t bother looking back before I started talking Jimin, I couldn’t do it, I tried I really did. But now he is married and happy. I couldn’t even say anything when i had one last chance. He looked so in love. If he is happy with her- which i know he is- then i will suffer so he can be happy. I just wish i could have told him once that i loved him.

Y/N you love me? My blood ran cold. I slowly turned to see Namjoon looking at me with wide eyes. He seemed so surprised by this that it angered me. So without thinking i began talking. You are really that blind Kim Namjoon? I’ve been in love with you for seven years. But you never seemed to feel the same. So i stayed quiet. You are so in love with her Namjoon, so i kept my mouth shut all these years for your happiness.

Y/N i have loved you since i met you. My heart stopped and i lost it KIM NAMJOON DON’T YOU DARE SAY THAT TO ME! I HAVE SUFFERED FOR YEARS WHILE YOU WERE HAPPY. AND NOW, ONCE YOU ARE A MARRIED MAN YOU FINALLY DECIDE TO TELL ME?” he remained silent, tears slowly scraping down his cheeks. I began again You have no right to be crying Namjoon. It’s your wedding day for fuck sake. You married the girl who you said was “Your dream girl.” Namjoon please, stop crying and go be with your bride. I see no reason for you to be here and not with h… i was cut off by him placing his lips on mine. It was a warm kiss and i froze. He was a married man, he had his wife. I pushed him back and wiped my face tears cascading down.

Namjoon. Why would you do this to me? You know what maybe it is best we don’t talk to each other anymore. His eyes widened and his voice cracked as he spoke

Y/n please don’t leave me, your are my best friend.

I shook my head and gave him a sad smile. Namjoon if you didn’t want me to leave then you should have done something about it earlier. I love you Kim Namjoon, but I guess you will always be the one that got away.

But… but I don’t have to be. I can get a divorce, I can still be with you. I gave him a cold laugh, I looked up at him with no emotion in my eyes before saying You are a smart man Namjoon and you’ve made your choice. Even if you did all of that I wouldn’t accept it. I wouldn’t even know you anymore. So go and happy with your wife. I’ll be ok one day I’m sure these feelings will fade. Good bye Kim Namjoon

And without another word I turned around and walked away. It hurt to do that to him but I had to for my own good. I had to be selfish for once. So I walked away and didn’t look back. I had to move on.

And this was the first step to doing so.


Epilogue anyone?

Feysand au

For the prompt: ‘you’re a vet and i’m pleading with you to save my goldfish and you’re the first vet i’ve visited to not ask me if i’m sure i don’t want to go and buy another goldfish for three dollars’ au

Please like and reblog? I’m trying to make friends in this fandom because you’re all so wonderful and I don’t want to just observe from afar anymore. ACCEPT ME! VALIDATE ME! LOVE ME!

Now enjoy some Feysand goodness.

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“Please somebody help!”

Feyre burst into the vet’s office in a frenzy, her hair flying all around her and her eyes wide as saucers.

She then immediately froze, looking around the tiny waiting room and seeing everyone staring at her, even the various dogs and cats and the one random parrot.

“Um, ma’am?”

Feyre jumped at the secretary’s voice, whipping her head around to look at the most stunning blonde woman she had ever seen. The woman gave her a bright, sweet smile.

“Are you alright?” She asked cautiously.

“I – what – no!” Feyre finally managed to spit out, rushing to the counter. “Please, I need to see the vet immediately, it’s an emergency. No one will see her and I’m getting really scared and –“

“Slow down, honey,” the woman – Mor, according to her nametag – said gently. “What kind of pet is it, and what’s wrong?”

Heat bloomed on Feyre’s cheeks and she glanced behind her at the rest of the waiting room eavesdropping on her. She leaned over the counter as close to Mor as she could get and mumbled incoherently.

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Joker Imagine - Quit *song inspired*

Author’s Note: This was requested and the imagine is based on Ariana Grande and Cashmere Cat’s song ‘Quit. I got a few ideas but I think that this one fits the song the best (??).  


Originally posted by 50daysformy-suicide

Your P.O.V.

After spending some quality time in Arkham Asylum for a few months, I was finally free. How did I get there? I was Joker’s girlfriend. I was always by his side on heists blah blah blah and people saw me as the devil. One night Batman saw me outside. I was just taking a walk because I was upset after a fight with J.Long story short, Batman caught me and sent me to the looney bin.

They gave me pills, needles, therapy and a lot of different shit that made me sane. I wasn’t so sure but they trusted me enough to let me go. I didn’t have a place to go nor a job. My family didn’t want to see me but I had a friend who let me stay at her place. So here I was at Kiara’s place in Gotham city. I was supposed to be happy but I wasn’t. Things were so boring.

‘’So um’’ Kiara broke the silence and looked at me. I was sitting on her brown couch. I had been staring out of the window for ten minutes. ‘’Yeah?’’ I faced my friend who was probably a little worried to have me here. ‘’Are you like..100% sane now?’’ She asked me slowly and sat down next to me. She had her brown hair in a ponytail and her green eyes were a little glossy. Had she been crying?

‘’I guess so’’ I shrugged and looked at the paper on the coffee table. It said that I was sane.They also gave back my other belongings such as my phone. It was loading on the floor since I hadn’t used it for a few months. Damn I felt so empty. I knew that something was missing. Why didn’t J come for me?

‘’Do you want to talk about it?’’ Kiara questioned me curiously. I knew she wanted to hear all the details of my crazy life. SHe was probably curious about Joker as well. ‘’Sure, what do you want to know?’’ I sighed but quickly tried to fix my behaviour with a smile. I mean she was the only person who offered to take me in for a while. Even my family hates me.

‘’We met at his club. He saw me and wanted to talk. I had been yelling at a pervert who grabbed my ass. Joker was impressed by my courage and then he shot the guy in the leg’’ I started explaining how my life turned from good to a rollercoaster of violence and chaos, but also love. I knew I wasn’t supposed to think about J like that anymore, but I wasn’t sure what to think. 

‘’He shot someone for you?’’ Kiara gasped. Oh boy she had no idea what he had done for me. If I told her everything, she’d probably get a heartattack. ‘’I guess so. Anyway we went for a ride and I was really scared. Turns out he wasn’t a douche towards everyone and to be honest he was nice. We uh..’’ I stopped in my tracks. How could I just tell her that I willingly jumped into chemicals?

‘’Did you guys have sex?’’ Kiara raised her eyebrow. She seemed a little disgusted of the thought of her best friend fucking a killer clown. ‘’Yes but not that night. He took me to a factory and I kinda jumped into chemicals which is the reason for my weird skin’’ I put my actions into words. I was a little drunk so I didn’t doubt jumping into the bath of acid. Kiara’s green eyes widened and she seemed a little scared.

‘’Jesus Y/N’’ She breathed out and then looked at my skin closely. Just then my phone started ringing. Our eyes met and my heart skipped a beat. ‘’I’ll get it’’ Kiara offered kindly and grabbed my phone. Once she saw the screen she turned pale. I snitched my phone away quickly and my thoughts were confirmed. The caller ID was Mistah J. My hands started trembling now.

‘’Y/N don’t answer him’’ Kiara barked angrily. ‘’He’s just going to take you back and suffocate you. Please don’t’’ She begged as tears stung her eyes. If I picked up, Kiara would hate me. Would I regret it? ‘’Fuck’’ I cursed and then felt how my body was trembling. I wanted to be in his arms but now I had a chance to live a normal life. He was a bad guy but deep inside I knew I liked that.

‘’Y/N i swear to-’’ Kiara started but I was quicker. I answered J and pressed the phone against my ear. Kiara stood up and backed away. ‘’H-Hi?’’ I spoke nervously because it was quiet. Then I heard him ,after months of missing him. ‘’Y/N..daddy misses you. I need you to come home’’ He growled but he didn’t sound angry. My breath hitched in my throat and tears started falling down my face. I hadn’t heard his voice for so long.

A part of me wanted to run to his hideaway and be with him again but another part of me didn’t. I felt more sane than before but just hearing his voice reminded me of all the fun we had. I was so carefree, so happy. ‘’Where are you?’’ J asked me sternly. My heart was beating hard against my chest now. ‘’I..I’m at Kiara’s place’’ I whispered because I knew my voice couldn’t carry. ‘’I’ll be there, Frost tracked the call’’ J promised me. Then the call ended.

What just happened?

‘’Y/N you crazy bastard!’’ Kiara screamed and threw a pillow at me. I dropped my phone and caught the pillow quickly. She was crying wildly in front of me. I felt bad for doing this to her. ‘’Why the fuck would you do that?’’ She sobbed and wiped her tears away. ‘’I didn’t know what to do’’ I defended myself and stood up as well. Kiara backed away from me. She was afraid.

‘’I thought you were sane’’ She admitted. Suddenly my lips curved into a smile. Me sane? I was surprised of my own actions. I giggled while I was crying. Kiara’s mouth was in a ‘O’ shape and she slid down the wall so she was sitting. ‘’You’re crazy’’ She told me. It stung of course, but the truth always hurts.

‘’I know’’ I shrugged and then I felt sad again. Why didn’t J come for me when I was in Arkham? Would I go to that hell hole again? A shiver ran down my spine. I didn’t want to go back. All the pain and the harsh people there was too much. I got a flashback of Arkham. I was surrounded by all these men and they held me down so hard. Then they stuck needles into me. I hated needles. They called me awful things and if I cried, they’d hit me.

‘’No!’’ I screamed and kicked the coffee table. My sane paper flew off and landed on my feet. I grabbed it and tore it into tiny pieces. As I finished ripping the paper, I sat on the couch and cried into my hands. Kiara and I were just crying for a few minutes. She was afraid of me and I was afraid of what would happen. What if J was still mad?

‘’Let’s g-go somewhere’’ Kiara tried to get me out of this while I still had a chance. I looked at her in shock. She still wanted the best for me. Well, what she thought was the best for me. I shook my head no. ‘’You run away, as far as you can. Please just go and don’t come back until tomorrow’’ I told her with my sane part. I knew J could shoot her. ‘’Not without you’’ She shook her head while speaking.

‘’This is my life Kiara, I don’t want you to suffer because of that’’ I let her know a little angrily. But it was too late. I heard gunshots from the hallway of the building and laughter. Kiara looked at me wide eyed. Only a few seconds later I heard a beep. I knew it was a bomb so I jumped towards Kiara and covered her. A second later I felt a heat wave wash across the room and the wall had a hole in it. Luckily we didn’t get hurt.

I heard footsteps coming closer until they stopped right behind us.My heart was beating wildly. I held my breath and turned around on the floor so I was on my back. I almost screamed when I saw him. Joker was standing in front of me in his suit and tie. As our eyes met, his red lips curved into a smile.

‘’Oh my god’’ I breathed out. It felt like my life flew off track. ‘’Is that how you say hello to your boyfriend?’’ He asked me harshly. Kiara’s cries made me look away from J. Her hands were on her head and she didn’t dare to look at J. ‘’Hello? Earth to Y/N’’ J broke the silence and waved his hand in front of my face. I startled and flinched a little bit.

What was wrong with me?

I looked at him again and saw that his smile was gone. He seemed angry and perhaps a little sad as well. Suddenly he pulled me up on my feet and he examined me closely. ‘’What did they do to you?’’ He growled so angrily I swear he was ready to kill someone. My entire body was trembling and tears kept rolling down my face. For a moment he just stared at me in disbelief.

‘’Y/N speak to me’’ He demanded and it made me whimper. ‘’I’m s-sorry J’’ I apologized for my behaviour. I wasn’t myself at the moment. He grabbed his gun and shot the wall, destroying Kiara’s apartment even more. Once again I flinched because of the bang. 

‘’We’re going home and you’ll be just as good as before, no matter what it takes’’ He planned seriously. I bit my lips and nodded. Then finally something happened that I missed so much. J pulled me into his arms and I wrapped my own arms tightly around him. Being in his arms was my home. I felt so safe. He was my heaven but he was also my hell.

‘’Y/N’’ Kiara whimpered. I tilted my head so I could see my friend. She was standing now but I could see how wildly she was shaking. ‘’You don’t want this’’ She tried to ‘save’ me. J’s muscles tensed and he got angry. ‘’Don’t tell her what she wants or what she doesn’t want’’ J hissed to my friend. Then he let go of me and walked closer to Kiara. No no no..

‘’J can we go?’’ I asked him as steadily as I could. Now they both looked at me, making me feel a bit anxious. ‘’It’s either him and a crazy life or me and I’ll help you back to normal’’ Kiara told me. It made J really angry. He was really close to piercing her skull with a bullet. ‘’You think she’d stay with you?’’ J laughed rudely and then ran his hand through his green hair.

I knew that I would pick J but that would mean something bad. I looked at Kiara and tried to mouth ‘sorry’. ‘’J of course I’ll come with you, I can’t quit you’’ I explained honestly. ‘’That’s my girl’’ He purred and pulled me close to his chest with his left arm. Then he raised his right arm. Before I knew why, he pulled the trigger. Kiara fell down onto the floor and blood started pooling around her throat. My lips parted from shock.

‘’It had to be done’’ J told me quietly. I gulped and then nodded. Instead of being such a scaredy cat, I relaxed into his arms. I had him again. The thought that he came for me was comforting me a lot. He still cared about me. ‘’Now let’s go home. There’s wine and joints in bed if you need to relax’’ He whispered into my ear.Although I was sad, angry, happy, tired and everything else at the same time, I smiled.

‘’What about grapesoda?’’ I giggled and wiped away my tears. He was obsessed with that. ‘’Hmm..of course’’ He answered me after a while. ‘’I don’t know what they did to you in that place you were in but I swear everything will be just like before. It’s just you and me in this city. We can torture those who hurt you’’ He promised me with a twist of darkness in his voice. But for me, those were very loving words from him.

Before I could answer him, he pressed his lips against mine. My eyes widened but I kissed him back. Damn I missed those sweet lips of his.

Messenger Pigeon

Originally posted by harryeclipse

i’m not exactly sure where i got the idea for this from but i loved writing it so much it’s so fluffy and cute, i hope you enjoy it x


Harry and I’s son, Mason, meant the entire world to us. There was absolutely nothing we wouldn’t do for him. As much as we spoiled him, you would think that he’d act like a brat, but people always told us he was the sweetest, smartest kid they had ever met. With Harry and I being extreme busy a few days a week for our jobs, most of the time Harry was in the study and I was in the living room or our bedroom. And instead of texting each other when we had something to say, we just used Mason as a messenger pigeon. Most kids would be annoyed by running back and forth between rooms instead of playing, but Mason loved it. He even wanted to do it when we didn’t need him to, and it’s the cutest thing.

“Mason, honey?” I called from the room, typing away on my laptop, hearing the pitter patter of little feet almost immediately.

“Yeah?” He said as he stood in the door frame.

“Can you tell Daddy to send Momma the files he was talking about earlier?” I requested. The four-year-old nodded happily, then walked away.

After a short while, he came back. “He said he doesn’t know what you mean.”

I sighed, then said, “Tell him it’s the one with the numbers from last month.”

He walked away again, then came back soon after. “He said he sent them, and the he asked you when the meeting is tomorrow.”

I thought for a moment. “Oh, it’s at 11:30. Thanks bubba.”

“You’re welcome, Momma.” He grinned, then walked back to Harry.

While most of the time the things we exchange between our son was normal things, mainly pertaining to work, there were also times where Mason told us things the other had said that he probably shouldn’t have heard.

One day, I was in the room just watching tv, when Mason came in and climbed up the bed to sit next to me.

“What’s going on, cutie?” I asked him, tickling him.

“Nothing,” He said between giggles, sighing when I stopped.

“You just wanted to hang out with me?” I assumed, and he nodded.

I put my arm around him as he leaned his head on my shoulder.

“I almost forgot!” He gasped, sitting up just enough to look at me. “You know when Uncle Niall and Uncle Nick were here yesterday?”

I laughed at him. “Yeah?”

“Well, I only heard one part of what Daddy said because he was being very quiet, but he said something and I don’t really get it.”

I gave him a questioning look. “What did he say?”

“Um,” He drawled out, putting a finger on his chin, something he’d seen on tv and started doing. “He said, ‘how do I tell her?’… and 'what if she cries?’”

I didn’t know what to think of what I was being told. I assumed that Harry was asking Niall and Nick for advice on something, maybe he had to do with me? I mean, what did he have to say that I would cry over?

“Are you okay, Momma?” Mason wondered, a look of worry on his face.

“I’m fine, bubba, thank you.” I assured him, hugging him as my mind raced a mile a minute.



Niall had offered to babysit Mason the next day, claiming that Harry and I “don’t get enough alone time”. So when he came over, and Harry was preoccupied with playing around with Mason, I pulled Niall aside.

“So, uh, Mason told me something yesterday, and I don’t really know what to make of it.” I started.

Niall looked at me confusingly. “What’d he say?”

I hesitated, then said, “He told me that when Harry was talking to you and Nick the other day, he said things like 'how do I tell her?’ and 'what if she cries?’”

Niall’s look of confusion turned into a nervous one. “I’m sorry, (y/n), I can’t tell you anything about that. You’ll have to wait for Harry to bring it up.”

Before I could say anything, Harry came over to join us, Mason on his hip.

“What are you two talking about?” Harry asked, a big smile on his face.

“I was just telling Niall that he better take care of my baby, because he means way too much to me.” I fibbed, poking Mason’s dimple that resembled the ones his father had.

Niall chuckled, taking Mason into his arms. “Don’t worry you two, me and this little lad will be just fine.”

“Are we gonna watch the golf channel?” Mason asked excitedly.

Niall scoffed playfully. “Uh, of course we are. What else would we do?”

“Yay!” Mason exclaimed, causing us all to laugh.

We walked them to the door, giving Niall a bag of Mason’s stuff and saying our goodbyes.

I tried to hold it in and not bring it up, but by the time we had eaten dinner and watched a movie, I could barely contain myself.

“Harry, can I ask you something?” I spoke up after a while of silence.

“Of course, love,” He said as he muted the tv, giving me his undivided attention.

I sighed. “Yesterday, Mason told me he had eavesdropped on your conversation with Niall and Nick, and you said somethings that kind of concern me.”

“Like what?” He asked, seeming just as nervous as I was.

“Like, you asking how you were going to tell me something. And you asking if I’d cry because of it.” I told him.

He didn’t say anything at first, so I spoke again.

“Listen, if you did something, just tell me. We’ve been together way too long for you to keep secrets from me. I’m kind of upset that you’re not only keeping things from me, but also that our son overheard what you said.”

I looked up from the floor to see him slowly starting to smirk at me.

“What?” I questioned him.

He exhaled, leaning toward the coffee table and pulling out the drawer, taking a ring box out of it. I was in complete shock as he held it in his hands, smiling as he looked between it and me.

“I was actually asking them advice on how to propose to you, because I was thinking of doing some… grand gesture or something. But they agreed we didn’t need all of that, and that I should just do it when the moment felt right.” I looked at him sheepishly as he shook his head, laughing lightly. “Was I expecting to do this a little differently? Yes. But I realize that this, right now, is the perfect moment. That, and I didn’t want you to continue thinking I had done something wrong.”

“I’m sorry I accused you like that,” I said quietly. “I know you’d never do anything to hurt me, it just sounded bad out of context.”

He waved me off, then took my hand as he looked into my eyes. “(Y/n), I love you with every fiber of my being. You mean the universe to me, you gave me the most beautiful child, and I want nothing more than to have the honor of calling you my wife. Will you marry me?”

“I’d love to,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes as he opened the box and put the ring on my finger. It was absolutely stunning, and I hugged him tightly as I cried.

“Please don’t cry,” He chuckled. “I’m going to cry if you don’t stop.”

“I’m sorry,” I said as I pulled away slightly, kissing him then looking at my ring again.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He said proudly.

“Yeah, it is,” I agreed.

“I got it because it reminded me of you; gorgeous and perfect.”

It took everything I had not to start crying again, and it seemed like he knew as he brought me into his arms.

“I love you so much, Harry.” I beamed.

He smiled back. “I love you so much more, (y/n.)”


if you have any imagine ideas feel free to request them, requests are always open x

Feelings (13 Reasons Why Jeff Imagine)

Description: After Jeff died, people tell you to talk about your feelings about him and his death.

Request: none

So I was looking at the promts from a list a reblogged and found this.

“16. ‘I never meant to hurt you.’“

Warning: Death mention, suicide mention

You were walking to Communications Class, your favorite class once upon a time. That was before Jeff died. Now the class just reminded of you and how much you missed him. Your teacher and your parents kept telling you that you needed to communicate with people about how you were feeling, so you were forced to arrive to that class early every morning.

“(Y/N),” Mrs. Bradley said as you walked into class this morning. “How are you this morning?” She asked you this every morning, and the answer hadn’t changed. You were terrible, but how could you actually say that? You hadn’t cried about the accident. You wanted to. You love Jeff, but you just couldn’t cry.

“Fine,” you replied quietly. “(Y/N), I thought we talked with Mr. Porter about trying to make progress about communicating your feelings.”

You heard that Hannah Baker had talked Mr. Porter before she killed herself, so how could you possibly trust him with your feelings when he let her down?

“I don’t trust him, so I don’t want to communicate with him,” you mumbled.

“Okay,” she looked at you worridly. “Why don’t you trust him?”

“I know about the lawsuit with Hannah’s parents. I know she went to talk to him, and he let her down. I don’t want to be let down by anyone anymore.”

“Those are big accusations, (Y/N). Just…be careful what you say about other people. You could really hurt-”

“I’m hurt! My boyfriend died because one of my best friends did a stupid thing! I shouldn’t have to talk to someone I don’t want to, and quite honestly, coming here every morning isn’t helping me.”

“You’re not trying. That’s why. Why don’t you talk to Sheri today? Tell her how you feel?”

“How can I do that. She basically-”

“I know what she did. Talk to her,” Mrs. Bradley said as the bell rang and your classmates started coming in the class.

You took your seat at your table. The other kids assigned to your table didn’t talk to you, as usual. Ever since the accident, Justin and Zach would just look at you sadly, but never speak.

“All right, everyone,” Mrs. Bradley said as everyone got in their seats. “Today we are going to talk about grief, seeing as there is a lot of it around here.”

“Can we please stop talking about this? We get it a girl killed-”

“Montgomery, I was referring to Jeff. Drinking and driving is-”

“He wasn’t drinking,” you said.

“(Y/N), we’ve missed your participation in class-”

“Jeff wasn’t drinking. That’s why they asked him to go. He was the most sober one at the party.”

“Who’s they?”

Justin and his friends stared you down, making sure that they weren’t responsible.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t around,”

“How do you know he wasn’t drunk?”

“I was with him the entire time until he left.”

“(Y/N), we appreciate your participation, although-”

“I just don’t understand. You started talking about grief, and now you’re blaming him for drinking and driving when there’s evidence that he wasn’t. Can we please just talk about literally anything else?”

“You can go to the principal’s office. I will not let you interrupt me anymore. You might not want to communicate with others, but some might want to learn how to communicate their feelings of grief.”

“I think (Y/N) just wants the lesson to not be so specific. Maybe if you speak more generally, it would help her and her grief,” Clay finally spoke up.

“(Y/N), please go to the office.”

You grabbed your stuff and walked out the door. You walked to the bathroom and saw Sheri. Well, Mrs. Bradley wanted you to talk to her, so you approached the sink next to the mirror she was looking at. “Hey, (Y/N). How are you?”

“How do you think?” you looked down at your hands. “I know what you did.”

“You do?”

“I know you knocked down the stop sign. I know you didn’t call anyone. I know that’s the intersection where Jeff died. I know everything.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I just can’t come forward about this. If colleges see that-”

“My boyfriend died because you did that! Why didn’t you tell me? We’re best friends.”

“(Y/N), I never meant to hurt you, or Jeff, or anybody. It was an accident.”

“His parents still think that he was drinking! They won’t believe me when I told them. Mrs. Bradley doesn’t believe me. No one believes me.”

“His parents know.”

“What?”

“Clay Jensen told them. He knew about everything. He found Jeff at the accident.”

“He did?”

“Yeah, he loved him, too, so did I. We all did. You’re not the only one grieving.”

“It sure feels like it.”

Whatever It Takes Pt.2 [j.j.]

Part One: here

Part Three: here

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Jughead x reader in which Cheryl gets involved in (Y/N)’s love life.
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Jason Blossom had always been popular. He was arrogant, self-centered, and rude, yet people couldn’t help but feel attracted to him, whether it be because of his looks or his charisma.

His death had shaken the small town of Riverdale down to the very last person. Of course, Cheryl and (Y/N) had taken it the hardest, especially once his body was found and they realized his plan to run away had failed.

Cheryl had had an amazing idea to get their minds off of Jason, and it involved (Y/N)’s love life, or rather, the lack of one.
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“Alright losers!” Cheryl exclaimed as she approached Betty and Veronica, “Time to listen up!”

Both Betty and Veronica rolled their eyes in unison as they heard Cheryl’s obnoxious voice. “What do you want?” Veronica asked.

Glancing at Archie and Kevin, who were sitting with the two girls, Cheryl tilted her head, motioning to the two girls that she wanted to talk with them in private.

The two girls hesitantly got up, ignoring Kevin and Archie’s curious glances. Cheryl led them across the football field, stopping and plopping down when they arrived at the bleachers. She patted the grass next to her, and Betty and Veronica carefully sat down.

“What do you want Weasley?” Asked Veronica.

“No need to be so hostile Lodge. I come in peace,” Cheryl replied smoothly.

Betty scoffed, glaring harshly at the redhead.

“Anyways,” Cheryl continued, “I think you’ll be interested in what I have to say. You see, I have a concern involving (Y/N) and your little friend, Jughead.”

Betty and Veronica perked up when they heard (Y/N) and Jughead’s name in the same sentence. Everyone knew that they liked each other.

“You see…,” Cheryl began. She proceeded to tell the two girls all about the incident in biology, all the way from where Archie had asked (Y/N) out and how Jughead had confessed his feelings. She finished her little speech by telling them that she planned to get them together.

“Finally!” Veronica cried out. “That boy needed to grow a pair and confess. Whatever your plan is, I’m in.”

“But,” Betty interrupted, “We will need help.”

And so they roped Archie and Kevin into Cheryl’s wild plan.
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“Archie,” Cheryl began, “So I know it will probably be totally awkward for you, but we need you to continue to try and charm (Y/N).”

The redheaded boy nodded, “If I had known that Jug likes her, I wouldn’t have tried to make a move. I’ll do my best.”

Cheryl nodded, satisfied with his answer. She turned to the next person, “Kevin. I need you to be around her like 24/7.”

Kevin gave her a mock salute. “I can do that. And yes, Cheryl, I know I have to convince her to keep hanging out with Archie.”

Cheryl smirked. Turning to Betty and Veronica, she pulled out her phone, handing it to them.

“Put your numbers in losers. I need to keep in touch with all of you.”
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(Y/N) walked into school a few days after Jughead’s confession. Nothing had changed and the beanie-clad boy was still avoiding her. As soon as she approached her locker, Cheryl joined her, babbling on about some cheerleading stuff that (Y/N) was way too distracted to focus on.

Choosing to ignore her ginger friend, (Y/N) skillfully opened her locker, immediately being assaulted by bright pink flowers. Pulling them out, she realized they were roses.

“Oh (Y/N)! Those are like, totally beautiful!” Cheryl squealed. “Who are they from?”

(Y/N) carefully grabbed the card attached to the bouquet.

‘I saw these flowers and I couldn’t help myself. Their beauty reminded me of you, and although your beauty is much greater, I thought you’d appreciate them. -Archie’

“Ohhh, Archie,” Cheryl said, wiggling her eyebrows. Her plan was going according to plan. Her, B, & V had chosen the flowers, although Archie had indeed written the note.

(Y/N) blushed fiercely as Cheryl quickly texted Archie, telling him to come over. She had noticed Jughead watching the entire thing play out, leaning against the lockers, his jaw clenched.

“Hey (Y/N),” Archie began as he walked up to the two girls. “I know that you had already said no, but I was hoping that these flowers would change your mind.”

Cheryl harshly elbowed the (H/C) girl, jolting her out of her silence. “Accept his offer (Y/N), at least give the poor boy a chance,” she whispered into her ear.

Looking down at the flowers, (Y/N) smiled a bit. Jughead clearly wasn’t going to talk to her anytime soon. What harm was one date going to cause?

“Ok Archie,” (Y/N) said, “I’ll go out with you.”

Cheryl squealed as Archie held out his elbow. “Let me walk you to class (Y/N).”

As (Y/N) walked away with Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin walked up to Cheryl. All four of them watched as Jughead glared at Archie before pushing himself off the lockers and storming away.

“Step one: complete.”
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Part two is up yasssss. Alright so idk how many parts there will be, maybe like 4 or 5 possibly and I’ll try to update as soon as possible. Thank you for reading :)
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sakura cries on their wedding day and it’s nothing heartfelt or endearing. they go with something quiet and private at a temple they came by that just felt right. the action was a bit impulsive, but sasuke knew he wanted to marry sakura for a long time now and he knew she felt the same way. but then later that night, as the sweat cooled on his naked skin, sasuke heard his new wife trying to cover up her sniffling. he sits up to see her but sakura turns away.

“do you regret this?” he asks softly, terrified of her answer.

“no!” she’s quick to assure him. she wipes her eyes. “i just–i just–i got married!”

“and…”

sakura’s whimpers prevent her from saying anything particularly understandable, but when he finally makes out her words, she says, “and ino wasn’t a part of it!”

she starts full on sobbing, using the blanket to wipe her tears. sakura cries and keeps crying and sasuke just stares at her, mildly insulted that after giving her one of the best nights of her life, she was thinking about ino.

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SUICIDAL - Jughead Jones x reader

WARNINGS: this imagine have suicide content. It’s hard (these issues) so if you’re sensitive, don’t read it. If you’re suicidal, I have to tell you that I have been too. If you need support or someone who can understand you, you can send me a message. I know how hard it is.
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I was the youngest of the Blossoms. First were the twins, Jason and Cheryl. They were always more popular than me, so everyone focus on them and they ignore me.
But thanks to my caring brother and my protective sister, I began to be known for everyone.
Jason, Cheryl and I love each other madly. Each of us would have died for the other two. So when Jason told us about his plan to run away with Polly Cooper, we didn’t hesitate to help him.
We thought he was safe. We saw him safe. What a surprise when the sheriff’s son found Jason’s body in the river with a bullet in his head.
Cheryl was the one who saw the dead body. ‘you don’t have to enter, Y/n/n’ she said sobbing kissing my forehead. I remember hear her in the distance. Like I wasn’t in the world. I also remember how my old sister touched my cheeks and embraced me. But it was like I wasn’t inside my body.
I didn’t say a word. But I heard my mother’s scream and my sister’s loud cries. I was sitting in a chair, grabbing strongly the notebook that Jason had gave me when he discovered my beautiful tales.
I didn’t notice that a brunette skinny boy was looking at me. He was one of the Jason and Cheryl’s classmates. He was the weirdo that Jason had warned me about.
‘he’s always looking at you. Be careful with him.’ Jason used to tell me. But Jason wasn’t there. None was there, because everyone was trying to cheer my old sister and my parents up.
Before I could notice it, the guy was sitting besides me.
“I’m sorry about… ” I turned to face him. He didn’t know my brother. He probably hated my brother. It was disrespectful that he was giving me his condolences. Condolences for what? For someone who didn’t know enough? Idiot.
“You didn’t know Jason.” I hissed standing up. “you can’t do that! It’s hypocritical!” I just ran away with tears in my eyes.
At couple of days had passed. Cheryl was strong. She wasn’t going to give up. But me… I had given up when Kevin told me about my brother. I didn’t have strength. I didn’t have a motive to live.
I loved my sister, but she had never there for me like Jason did. He never left me, always protecting me, taking care of my happiness. I couldn’t protect him.
It wasn’t the first time I thought about kill myself. But Jason always stopped me. Now he wasn’t with me. Now I was alone. My father was working, and Cheryl and my mom were out this weekend.
This was my opportunity of release.
I went downstairs, and headed the kitchen. First of all, I picked a knife, and then, I returned upstairs to my room. When I was there, I sat down on my bed and I take a deep breath.
While a tear was streaming down my face I put the knife over my wrist, and y cut my veins. I began to lose the conscience slowly. It seemed like I was falling asleep. So I lay down on my bed and wait, feeling the increasing pool of blood growing under my cut.
Before I closed my eyes I saw a figure entering in my room. It was a boy. He embraced me and held my wrist trying to stop the bleeding.
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[JUGHEAD P. O. V.]

All this fucking story began with her eyes, four years ago. I loved Y/n Y/s/n Blossom. I loved her madly and she didn’t notice.
The day I was going to talk with her, she shouted me. But I couldn’t blame her. She had lost her big brother. When she stormed out, she left her notebook besides me. I began to read it, wondering what could it be. There were tales and leyends, handwritten with a beautiful letter.
She wrote. God, she was perfect. The third day I went to her house to talk with her and gave her the notebook back.
I knocked the door. Nothing. I rang the bell. Nothing. I discovered a key over one window, and I opened the door.
“Y/n?” I asked. Silence. “you left your notebook!” I shouted to prove that she wasn’t at home. I was going to exit when I hear something hitting the second floor. I went upstairs and I saw in the third room Y/n’s body. She was surrounded by blood, laying on her bed. She was holding a knife with one of her hands.
“Y/N!” I screamed panicked going to embrace her. She had a cut in her veins. I tried to press the would. “Y/n, stay with me!”
She had passed out. I picked her in the bridal style and I went downstairs, searching the phone with my gaze. Wen I found it, I called Cheryl. I practically screamed everything on a couple of seconds.
“what are you doing in my house? What happened? Where is Y/n/n? I’m going with my mother. Give me ten minutes.” Cheryl said as rapidly as me.
“she doesn’t have that time!” I groaned feeling tears burning my eyes.
“okay five!” Cheryl said stressed out “don’t let her go, Jughead Jones.” her voice trembled even if she tried to seem intimidating.
“Y-Y/n… Wake up, please. I lov-” I saw her eyes opening. Those eyes.
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I WOULD DO A PART 2. IF YOU THINK IT WAS TOO HARD TELL ME PLEASE. BYE AMORES 💋🐍

Not Just An Act | Bellamy Blake X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Requested by @newsameoldmistakes: Just one more about Ark!Bell and I’ll stop lol I was thinking about the game truth or dare. I don’t know, maybe one of they classmates make a birthday party and they’re invited, so someone propose the game and even if the reader feels unconfortable with it, she play too, but then, when she chooses the truth someone ask her about her ex bf who cheated on her and Bellamy gets protective. This is all. Thank you soooo much, sweetie! ♥♥ 

A/N: ARK BELL IS MY BABE!

Characters: ark!Bellamy/fem!reader.

(B/F/N) stand for “Best friend’s name” / (B/N) stand for “Boy’s name” / (E/B/N) stand for “Ex boyfriend’s name”.

Word Count: 1841 words.

Any chance you get of hanging out with your friends is good. Who doesn’t like to gather the whole gang and just relax for a few hours, forgetting the problems of when you’re alone? (Y/N) loved that, so she was that friend who was always planning to go out with her closest friends. And everyone seemed to get excited about it. But (Y/N) was the one feeling excited this time, because for the first time in a long time it wasn’t her who was planning that, but (B/N), who was going to have a little party to celebrate his birthday.

Everyone who would be there was school friends, which meant they had to put up with a lot of shit together in that place, and the bond between them was pretty strong. But (Y/N), secretly, had her favorites in the crew: (B/F/N), the outgoing girl (Y/N) didn’t even know how she’d come to be friends with; and Bellamy, the boy she was closest to, and who, because of that, knew many of her secrets that she had never told anyone else. She also knew some of his, though she knew they weren’t all; he seemed to have a lot of secrets.

“Bell and (B/F/N) have arrived?” this was the first sentence out of (Y/N)’s mouth when (B/N) opened the door for her to enter his house.

The girl had lost track of time and the party seemed to have started some time ago. A pretty loud music played somewhere in the boy’s house, and (Y/N) noticed some drinks on the table in (B/N)’s small living room.

Drinks. Her friends sucked when they were drunk. Normally, (B/F/N) would be the first to be out of herself, being followed by most of her friends. Most of the time, only (Y/N) and Bellamy would remain sober; him using the excuse of not being able to get home drunk or his mother would freak out or something.

“Yep. They’re all in my room.” at least (B/N) looked sober, a good thing.

But he seemed to be almost the only sober there. (B/F/N), as expected, staggered across the room toward the girl, going to greet her.

“(Y/N), my girl!” she exclaimed needlessly loudly as she squeezed (Y/N) into her arms.

Her friends began to chant her name. They were separated into little trios in the room; some talking, others drinking and some others dancing. The (Y/L/N) girl went through them all, going to sit on (B/N)’s comfortable bed.

“I thought you’d leave me alone with these people.” she heard a male voice talk to her as someone sat next to her.

An excited smile appeared on her face as she saw Bellamy sitting there, holding a glass of something for her to drink. She took it happily, taking a sip. Moonshine. Probably (B/N) made some deal with some of the boys at the Agro station.

“Well, it’s not me who always leaves friends waiting for them.” she said playfully to him. Bellamy was known, at least for her, for always confirm that he’d go on the things she planned and never show up. “Just kidding.” she hurried to say when she saw a guilty smile on his lips.

"No, you’re right.” he took a sip of his own glass. "I’ll still make it up to you.”

“Yes, of course. You’re going to have to go out with me every time you said you’d.” she chuckled, seeing a thoughtful expression on Blake’s face.

“That’s too much, I’m not sure I can handle it.” he muttered, shaking his head.

The boy grinned when the girl nudged him. “Don’t you dare get tired of me, Bellamy Blake.”

“Yo, lovebirds!” an yell rang through the room, and, for some reason, the two turned their heads in the direction of the voice. (B/F/N).

She was, in fact, referring to them when she yelled that, so she smiled at having caught their attention. (Y/N) sighed. The only secret (B/F/N) knew and she had never told Bell was that she had developed a crush on him recently. And to see (B/F/N) drunk, having notion of this secret, made (Y/N) regret having told her.

“We’re going to play truth or dare. Are you in?”

Nothing could be worse than that. (Y/N) was about to deny it when Bellamy got up, walking a few steps toward the circle that people were forming on the floor before stopping and turning to her, frowning.

“You coming?”

She knew it would be pointless trying to say no to him, so she sighed, drinking the rest of her moonshine at once. The girl got up and also headed toward them, sitting next to Bellamy.

(Y/N) watched the first few rounds with those drunks having fun while doing their dares, and for a moment she even thought there was no reason for her to be feeling so uncomfortable, allowing herself to relax. She should have suspected things would have gone wrong the moment (B/F/N) turned to her. Oh, she didn’t know what was coming.

“(Y/N)! My girl!” a smirk was on her lips as she stared at her friend. “Truth or dare?”

The (Y/L/N) girl wasn’t stupid, she knew that if the word "dare” came out of her mouth, (B/F/N) would dare her to do something that included having her lips on the Blake boy’s.

“Truth.” she answered, hearing some booing from her friends. A frown appeared on (B/F/N)’s face as she thought of something to ask.

“What a nice way to ruin a party.” Bellamy murmured, and (Y/N) could see from the corner of her eye that he was smiling at her.

“Okay. I think we’re all curious about that.” (B/F/N) said after a few seconds. “What happened between you and (E/B/N)?”

(Y/N) felt herself freezing in her place. Of course, of all the questions, (B/F/N) had to ask about that. (E/B/N), her ex boyfriend. Of course they were curious about their sudden breaking up. (Y/N) and (E/B/N) were a well-known couple, people’s favorite. They seemed madly in love with each other. It was what the (Y/L/N) girl believed, until she caught him cheating on her with a person who was pretty close to her.

(Y/N) had trusted him in ways she had never trusted anyone. That broke her for a while. She cried for him for him for weeks, and Bellamy was by her side during this time, trying to comfort her. He was the only one who knew that, and probably that was why he had become as tense as her when he heard (E/B/N)’s name coming out of (B/F/N)’s mouth.

“I, um… We… He…” she struggled to say something that made sense.

“He was an asshole.” Bellamy spoke suddenly, making everyone look at him. “And he didn’t know how to treat a girl as incredible as (Y/N).” he paused. “Well, I do.”

“And what do you mean by that?” (B/F/N) asked, looking confused, as did (Y/N), her brows furrowed.

"She broke up with him,” he continued, looking at the (Y/L/N) girl for a moment before looking back at the rest of his friends. “Because we had started to see each other.”

A gasp of surprise could be heard coming out of everyone’s mouth. (Y/N) almost gasped herself.

“You’re lying!” (B/N) exclaimed, looking from one to the other.

“Is it true, (Y/N)?” all heads turned to her as (B/F/N) asked that.

The (Y/L/N) girl had understood what Bellamy was doing, trying to keep her from telling the truth to everyone. And she was grateful for it. “It’s true.”

Another round of gasping was heard.

“I don’t think I should be so surprised.” (B/F/N) grunted, then grinned at the couple. “(Y/N) has the biggest crush on you.”

The girl felt herself freezing again and saw Bellamy stiffening. His eyes widened slightly, looking at her in the corner of his eye, but she couldn’t help noticing the small smile on his lips.

"How could I not like her back?” he said, putting one of his arms over her shoulder, pulling her closer to him, which made the girl feel her cheeks heat up.

“Well…” (B/N) said, raising his glass to them. “Looks like we have a new favorite couple here.”

“We’ll be better than the last one.” Bell answered, smiling at the girl.

(Y/N) felt her heart skip a beat. Don’t get so excited, your secret’s out for Bellamy and that was still just an act. Nothing else. But the girl couldn’t help but feel a little happier for the rest of the party, since Bell didn’t take his arm around her anymore. But she began to feel nervous as the end of the party came. They’d have to have a long talk about it and she wasn’t sure if she was ready.

As they left the party, still standing in front of (B/N)’s now closed door, (Y/N) looked nervously at the boy, who was eyeing her with arched eyebrows, waiting for her to say something.

“Thank you for what you did back there.” she took a deep breath. “Look, about what (B/F/N) said, I’m sorry, and-”

She didn’t have time to finish what she was about to say, because in the next second one of Bellamy’s hands was on her waist, pulling her closer to him, and the other one was holding one of her cheeks, lifting her face enough so that he could press his lips to hers with no problem. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, not knowing how to react to it.

When some sense returned to her, Bell had just parted his lips from hers, though his hands remained exactly where they were. He just pulled his face away so he could look into her eyes intently.

“I like you. I’ve liked for a while.” he said in a low, husky voice, which made her shudder a little. “And seeing you suffer for a jerk like (E/B/N) was the worst thing.” she broke eye contact, looking down as he stroked the cheek in his hand. “It wasn’t just an act. I meant what I said back there. If you-” he paused, which made (Y/N) look back at his face, seeing that this was what he was waiting for. “If you let me, I’ll show you we can be better. That I’ll do anything to make you happy. That I’ll always be by your side, no matter what.”

“As you always did.” she murmured, a small smile appearing on her face.

“But this time, being able to call you my girlfriend.” he let out a chuckle, looking nervous for the first time.

“Bellamy Blake,” she nodded slightly, looking at his lips before looking back into his eyes. “What a nice name for a boyfriend.”

A smile widened on the Blake boy’s face. He leaned toward her again, pressing their lips together. (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile, this time kissing Bell back, feeling the famous butterflies in her stomach. It had been a while since she had felt this way, and if it was up to Bellamy, he would make her feel that every day from that day on.


Masterlist

Losses (Yondu x reader)

Walking down the halls of his ship Yondu made his way into his and his wife’s chambers. He had seen her earlier today and noticed she was acting off. After briefing his men on the job they were about to do he had noticed she was gone. Asking Tullk where she had went his crew member had told him she went back towards their room. 

Opening the door to their chambers he heard the shower going. “Now girl ya know we is about ta do a job an ya gonna come take a…” Getting to the bathroom he heard crying and stopped his words. His y/n was tough, she never cried, never. He had seen her take a bullet through the leg and not even sniffle so to hear her crying now he knew something had to be wrong. Looking on the bathroom floor he saw her clothes laying about along with drops of blood. Taking a deep breath he pushed open the shower door to see his wife sitting on the metal floor. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and the water was rolling down her body but what caught his eyes was the stream of blood flowing from between her legs. He said nothing and felt as a lump formed in his throat as he watched her lift her eyes to meet his. 

“I’m sorry.” you choked out in a sob, feeling your tears mix in with the water. 

Yondu felt as tears filled his own eyes and watched as she looked back down and her shoulders shook with her cries. He knew what this meant, although he had never seen it before. They were loosing their child.  Five years now it had taken them to get this far and now it was gone. Seeing her shake and cringe up he snapped out of his trance like state to grab a towel and turn off the water. Bending down he wrapped the towel around her form and lifted her into his arms. He felt as she laid her wet head on his shoulder but he didn’t care. Carrying her over to their bed he laid her on it gently and watched as she didn’t move. Going back into the bathroom he fixed her a glass of water and grabbed the bottle of pills he had stashed away for when he got phantom pains from his fin. 

Back at her side he sat beside her and lifted her head enough to hold the pills to her mouth. “Take these, it’ll help wit the pain.” he told her gently.

Looking at him with your teary eyes you shook your head, “Those are yours.” you whispered but saw him give a tiny smile.

“I’ll be alright, ya take em’ now.” he said with a slight comand in his voice. Once she opened her mouth he pushed them in and put the glass of water to her mouth. Watching to make sure she swallowed them he let out a small sigh and placed the cup on the side table. Looking down he watched as h=she moved to lay her head on his lap. Petting her hair they stayed in silence for a while, both letting it sink in.

“What did I do wrong? What’s wrong with me?” you said so low you didn’t think he would hear. When you heard him let out a deep breath you knew he had.

“This ain’t your fault darlin’. Ya didn’t do anything wrong… it jus’…happens sometimes.”  He said, hanging his head low. 

“It’s been five years Yondu. Something is wrong with me. I don’t understand why you keep me around I can’t even give you a child.” you cried, choking on the last part. 

Yondu stiffened when the words left her throat, grabbing her arms he turned her towards him. “Don’t cha say that! Don’t cha even think it! Have I ever said ya are only ere’ ta give me a child!? Have I ever pressured ya inta feelin’ like ya had ta give me a baby!?” he yelled. Seeing her look at him with fear in her eyes and more tears roll down her face he dropped his head and held her to his chest. He heard as she sobbed into his chest, clung to his shirt like it was her life line. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean ta yell at cha…. I love ya y/n. I will always love ya, child or not.” he cooed into her hair. 

“I..just want a… baby.” you sobbed out and felt him press a kiss to your temple. 

“I know princess. I know.” he said softly as he laid back on the bed with her in his arms. Feeling her cry he began to whistle the tune he always did when she was upset. He felt as her body relaxed into his the longer the melody went on and after a while he knew she had fallen asleep. Rubbing his hand gently over her back he took out his tablet and looked up the information he wanted. Looking over the words he pressed send and laid the tablet back on the table, he would give his y/n a baby. Even if that meant them both going to get checked out by the doctor. 

Hold on(Finn Hudson/Glee)

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All those years together, the wedding was coming up. It was only a few weeks away, a few weeks until forever. But who knew forever would have an end so soon. The first few nights after Finn died, you spent the entire time curled up on his side of the bed. Clutching onto his pillow that had a faint smell of his shampoo, you cried, unable to bear the pain that had settled into your chest.

“Y/N?” Rachel stepped in after no one had heard from you since the news came.

“Go away, Rachel,” you grumble. “I don’t want to talk, but especially not to you.” You turn on your side, hugging his pillow deeper into your chest.

“I know I wasn’t your biggest supporter when you and Finn were to-”

“Don’t say that,” you spit. “We are still together, no matter what.”

“Right,” she clears her throat taking a seat at the end of the bed. “You guys are still together, and I know I hurt your a lot before, but Y/N I’m worried about you. We all are.”

“My fiancé died,” you mumble. “What did you expect? The love of my life is gone, forever, and you’re worried about me? Of course I’m goin-”

“That’s not what we meant,” she sighed softly. “Y/N, when was the last time you ate? Showered? Gone outside?”

You’re quiet for a bit before mumbling softly, “Not since the funeral.”

“Come on,” she grabs your hand, “Take a shower. Carole wants to see you,” she pulls you to your feet. Rachel ushers you into the shower, but she doesn’t leave. She starts a bath, and helps you peel off the black clothes you hadn’t taken off. Rachel the shampoo into your hair, and lets the conditioner sit. She leaves to let you finish on your own, laying out some clothes on your bed.

Later on, after getting dressed, Rachel was urging you to eat something. She wouldn’t stop until you finished the meal. Eventually she drove you back to his house, his former house. Carole was standing on the front steps, a sad smile on her face.

“Hello sweetie,” she pulls you into her chest. Another sob works it’s way from your throat, and you hug the only person that was left from the Hudson family. At least the one you knew. “We’re gonna get through this,” she says into your ear, her own eyes burning with tears. “We’re gonna get through this together,” she hugs you tighter. “Come on, I have something for you.”

Rachel helped you in, and sends you a reassuring smile. Following Carole down the stairs, you run into Kurt. He embraces you tightly, “We’re here for you. We’re all having a glee club meeting,” he says with a watery smile. “You should come,” he suggests.

“I’ll try to make it,” you nod softly and return to following Carole down. It’s harder being in his old room, with all his childhood memories.

“Here,” she smiles softly holding the shirt. It was one of his jerseys. Every player got two, one for home games, and another for away games. “We gave one to the school, but I knew you needed something of his.”

You let your hands feel the fabric, pulling it to your chest, blinking away the tears. “Thank you, Carole,” you muster a smile for her.

“It’s no problem sweetie,” she brushes your hair away. “I know how much you meant to him, losing Finn is-” she stops to choke down a sob. “I’m here for you, honey,” she kisses your forehead.

Rachel soon begins to lead you out, and drive you back home. “Thank you,” you whisper as you reach your home.

“Feel better, Y/N,” she smiles sadly.

“I don’t know if I ever will,” you admit.

“It’s going to get easier, it’s just going to take some time.” She rubs your arms, soothingly.

“Rachel,” you mumble. “I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Rest in Peace Cory 

1. I am a crybaby and I don’t fucking care

2. When someone sees me cry why is their immediate reflex to offer me tissues? I don’t want to wipe away my tears. I won’t to let them flow. They evaporate on their own. And once I am done I can look myself in the mirror and know - it all disappears if you let it go.


3. When I say ’go away’, I mean it. Sometimes the best comfort you can offer to someone crying is to leave them alone. They are upset/angry/hurt. Lets not add embarrassment to that list too.


4. Sometimes I don’t know why I am crying. And sometimes I don’t want to talk about it either. If I am letting it go, so should you.


5. If I am crying in a public place, don’t be embarrassed for me. Don’t say what I already know - people are staring and we are right in middle of the classroom. I know and I clearly don’t care.


6. There are so many triggers. A quote, a single word, a memory that should have been forgotten by now. When tears appear, when the trigger hits, it doesn’t show that I am weak, it shows that I am strong enough to live.


7. Don’t tell me to ‘stop crying’. That’s like the worst thing you can do. After saying ‘calm down’. It took me a long time to realize there is nothing wrong with tears. Don’t ask me to suppress my emotions. I won’t, no matter how many times you repeat the same frustrating thing.


8. You can leave. You really are not obligated to stay there and comfort me.


9.But if you choose to stay, you must chuck your idea of comfort out the window if it doesn’t match mine. Because in the end it is all about trying to make me feel better in that moment, right?

10. Do NOT start with advice. Not unless asked.


11. Most times a joke works. It can be the silliest one. Not because I want laughter to cancel out the tears but because it is good to be reminded of yin yang.


12. Don’t start telling me about your problems or why your life sucks. Not when my cheeks are still wet and there is more to come. Listening about how bad your life is will NOT make me feel any better. Just worse.


13. I can call myself a crybaby but you cannot. Because when I say it, I know exactly what I mean by it. When you say it, I am not too sure but have a fair idea of how much you pity me and how sometimes you see me as pathetic.


14. Don’t hug me. Don’t touch me. The hugs while crying look comforting only in the movies. When I am crying I feel like everything is closing up on me. It gets harder to breathe or even see. I just want space.


15. If I ask you to stay and you do, I want your company not your words. I have heard her breathe for an hour straight when she cried on call and all I did was let her. That day in 8th grade I realized there are times when words are not needed at all.


16. I will throw up. I will feel hungry soon. I will say things I don’t mean. Don’t make it a big deal. Crying comes easy to me but most times smiling does too.

—  Things I want you to know as a Crybaby