i had to wake my mom up so she could fix the door frame

Nude Part Two

It had been a week, a long week. Y/N was fired, the company did not want to be linked with the press that came with Y/N. She had been harassed, not just on social media, but the photographers were letting their hands wonder on her body, her dad could hardly look at her, her family wouldn’t talk to her. 

She wouldn’t get out of bed, she wouldn’t eat. She would just lay there, wrapped in the white sheets, dark circles under her eyes, her usual bright eyes were dull, no emotions, no feelings, she would just stare at the ceiling, or stare at Harry. 

He would bring food up to her, he would bring her water, snack, anything he could, but she refused them all. Occasionally she would drink and have a couple of chips, but it was rare, it hardly happened. He could hear her cries, he could feel her pain. 

“Thank you so much for understanding James,” Harry says into the phone, leaning against the door way, watching her. 

She was asleep, as usual, her eyes closed, lips parted as soft snores left her mouth, “I understand, we can find another week,” James says into the phone, “how is everything?”

“‘s not good,” Harry responds, “I offered to go to my mum’s, she could stay there for the week, and she said no, I just-I can’t leave her alone right now. It’s my fault.”

“You’re young, you’re doing what young people do,” James says, “sadly you just have the whole world watching you, watching her.”

“‘s not fair to her,” Harry frowned. 

“You’re right, and it’s not fair to you, but it happened, it’s done. Now you just have to work through it, together,” James says. 

She stirs in bed and Harry stands, “I’ll call you later, I’m so sorry.”

He hangs up, taking his spot next to her on the bed, and praying that she’ll wake up, that she’ll smile at him.

“Morning,” she croaks, sitting in bed, knees to her chest, Harry looks up from the door way, wrapping his towel around his waist. 

“Glad to see you awake,” he smiled softly, grabbing a shirt. 

She looks at the sheets in front of her, “it’s Gem’s birthday,” she whispered, “promised her I would go.”

“You don’t have to,” Harry says, “we don’t have to, she’ll understand.”

“I have to get out of this house at some point,” she says.

“My mum has been dying to see you,” Harry smiled. 

She just stands, walking to the closet, “if it gets too much we can leave,” Harry promises. 

Anne’s house is filled with family, Gemma’s work friends, and neighbors. Harry steps in first, he immediately feels her grip tighten on his hand, her other hand coming up to his arm as she holds on to him, hiding behind his tall and lanky frame. 

“Harry!” Anne smiled, walking over, “oh Y/N! I’ve missed you,” she wraps her arm around her, rubbing her back, she steps back, “how are you doing?”

“‘m fine,” she mumbles, Harry grabs her hand again, bringing it up to his lips. 

“She’s a though one,” Harry says. 

“Y/N! You came!” Gemma yells, walking over, “oh I’m so happy you came.”

“Happy birthday,” she responds. 

She keeps close to Harry all night, trying to not pay any mind to the others. They stand whispering and pointing, she even caught one person glancing between their phone and her, making sure it was the right person. 

She felt naked, she knew she was dressed. She could feel the long sleeved dress hugging her body, she could feel the fabric, but it didn’t matter. Every one saw the freckle on her stomach, the one on her right breast, they all knew about the stretch marks on her lower stomach, they had all seen her. They had all seen every inch of her. 

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” Harry says to her, “will you be okay?”

He tilts her chin up, concerned eyes on her, “yeah,” she nods, he presses a soft kiss on her lips and slips away. 

“Y/N right?” a man says, he stands in Harry’s old spot, “‘m Fred, I work with Gemma.”

“Nice to meet you,” she whispered. 

Fred steps closer, close enough she can smell the alcohol on his breath, “I’m Harry’s girlfriend.”

“I think you’re lovely,” he ignored her last remarks, placing a hand on her waist. 

“Please get off,” she says, her heart racing. 

His hand lowers to her butt, giving it a hard squeeze, she screeched. Shoving him off, or attempting but he doesn’t break, “get away from her,” Anne snaps, walking into the kitchen, “and get the hell out of my house.”

Fred steps back, holding his hands up, “Y/N, come here honey,” Anne says sharply. 

Y/N walks over, standing behind her, “get out of my house, now,” Anne repeats, voice low. 

“We were just talking Anne, come on we are all here for Gemma,” Fred chuckled, setting his cup down. 

“I don’t want you anywhere near my family, that includes Y/N,” Anne hissed. 

“Hey, she wanted it, those pictures were nice, I was just trying to compliment her,” Fred says. 

“Get the hell out! I will not ask you again,” Anne yelled. 

“Gemma don’t you want me here?” Fred asked, turning to the tall light haired girl who stumbled in, “right Gem.”

“He touched Y/N and if I have to ask again I will call the cops,” Anne sneered. 

“Get out!” Gemma snaps, “this is your last warning or I will get Harry.”

“She’s just a little slut anyways,” Fred spat, shoving past her, hitting Y/N’s shoulder. 

She stumbled but Anne grips on to her, helping her. Her once full of life eyes stay on where Fred had just walked out, Anne holds her, rubbing her arm, “don’t listen to him honey, please don’t listen to him,” Anne whispered in her ear. 

“What an asshole,” Gemma hissed, embracing Y/N. 

Gemma runs her hands through Y/N’s hair, “I’m so sorry Y/N, you didn’t deserve that, you don’t deserve any of this,” she whispered. 

“I-I shouldn’t have taken them,” Y/N sobs. 

Gemma’s eyes snap up as someone walks in. Harry stands, his eyes softening at the sight, Gemma keeps Y/N in her arms, rubbing her back, “we love you Y/N and those pictures didn’t change anything,” Anne says softly, “you have us, you have Harry, you’re family, those pictures do not define you. Who ever stole them is a horrible person.”

“I’m so sorry,” Harry says. 

Y/N pulls away from Gemma, shaking her head, her hand reaching up to wipe the tears away, “it’s not your fault Harry, please stop blaming yourself,” Y/N pleads, “please.”

“It’s no ones fault,” Anne says. 

“I’m sorry about Fred,” Gemma says. 

“What happened?” Harry asked quickly. 

As Anne explains the story Y/N takes the time to slip away to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She fixes the smudged mascara, wiping it away with toilet paper. She takes in a deep breath, trying to relax. 

The door opens and Harry peaks in, a small smile on his face, “you’re moms kind of a badass, I’ve never seen her that angry,” she says, sniffling. 

“That’s cause no one messes with her family,” Harry chuckled, closing the door behind him, “how you holding up.”

“I’ll be okay,” she promises, wrapping her arms around him, “I have a lovely boyfriend and his family for support.”

“We are pretty cool,” Harry says, a proud smile on his face.

“I don’t blame you,” she says, “I promise.”

“We’ll get through this together, and you know what, Jack was a dumbass in firing you, you were the best worker,” Harry stated, “we can get you a new and much better job.”

“And anyone who thinks these pictures are an excuse to grab you are sick perverts and will have to go through me, we are a team Y/N. You get hurt, I get hurt, we will work through this together okay?” Harry’s hands come to her cheeks, cupping them. 

“Yeah,” she nods, “together.”

“Forever,” he mumbles, kissing her. 

“Forever and always.”

Family, friends, feeling (P.3)

Summary: You and Jaebum make breakfast for the boys but something stirring behind the scenes 

Genre: fluff

word count: 2206

[pt.1]  [pt.2] 

Jaebum x reader, (and maybe a surprise …..)

Jaebum heard a knock as his door and it was immediately followed by someone turning the knob. He knew it was Jinyoung since he was the only one with this habit. “Hyung” He said leaning against the frame of the door. “Uh?” Jaebum replied, disinterested and looking at his music sheets. “______ah wants to cook us breakfast. She said she wanted help but I can’t really cook. Do you mind?” Jaebum raised his eyebrows at Jinyoung and knew that his classic smirk hid some sort of agenda. But even in spite of that he said “I guess so.” Jaebum walked to the kitchen where she was already rummaging through the cupboards and fridge to figure out what the boys had on hand. “Looking for something?” Jaebum tried to sound cool as he put his hands in his pockets propping himself against the counter and observing your movements. “Oh. I was just…trying to think of stuff to make. But it doesn’t seem like you guys keep food around” She said laughing and then biting her lip, which Jaebum couldn’t help but look away from. “No we don’t. Its only 7:00am they won’t be up for at least a couple hours…we can go to the 24/7 mart. It’s a little bit farther but it would be the only open right now.” She looked to the ground and rubbed the back of her neck with her hand. “Sure let me just go put on some regular clothes” 

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anonymous asked:

Could you possibly do a Jeremy x reader soulmate AU where they can't see colors until they touch and it's really fluffy and it's a time line of their relationship and they get married and have kids and grow old together?? Thank you!

u said have kids so its a female reader ik i usually write gender neutral stuff im soRRY

oh and i didnt rly have any ideas for how i wanted this to start so lol enjoy

my masterlist!

Warnings: expensive headphones, swears (OBVIOUSLY), jer is rude to bb michael :(, mikey talks abt SUCKING DICK, and thats it i think??

Word count: 1,815

Jeremy muttered curse words under his breath as he watched Rich rub the back of his neck, flustered at the adorable reaction Michael gave him. Rich had gifted a large bouquet of flowers for Michael, who expressed his gratitude by peppering his boyfriend with kisses.

After saying goodbye he sat back down next to Jeremy and didn’t notice his state “Jeremy, aren’t these flowers so pretty? God, Rich is just the nicest guy and-”

“I wouldn’t know, I can’t fucking see them,” Jeremy pouted.

Now Michael knew what’s going on, “Oh, listen, Jer, you know you’re basically my brother, but you gotta stop sulking every time you see a happy couple!”

“Oh, shit, sorry. Did I offend you? I didn’t realize you’re so deep on Rich’s dick you can’t even be sensitive towards your best friend’s feelings anymore,” Jeremy snapped.

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other home. || the8

Originally posted by luhan-bee

summary: late night adventure with the8 in his home city c: fluffy.
word count: 1500+!!
requested: HI EVERYONE OMG IT’S BEEN SO LONG. honestly i’d be surprised if anyone’s still here hahaha but this was req’d by a shy cloud! enjoy! - Admin Mochi

Never in your life have you ever felt so nervous. You could hear your heart pumping loudly and your stomach filling up with a million butterflies, like you were on a rollercoaster at a theme park. You twiddle your hands in your lap and peer out the window as your boyfriend spoke Mandarin in the background, leaning forward to pass money over to the taxi driver. You were barely paying attention, only staring up at the inane apartment building in front of you that was so intimidating.

This is it….this is where I’m going to make the biggest blunder of my life.

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Jughead and Juliet (Jughead x Reader Request)

Request: ‘Jughead x reader where the reader is from a rival gang and FP has hurt her family (killed her dad maybe? Was framed for it maybe idk?) but she is falling for Jughead and he for her (kinda romeo and Juliet with all the sneaking around but I would prefer if no one died at the end 😂)’ - @yourjughead​.

Characters/Pairings: Jughead x Reader, FP Jones.

Warnings: Kissed, Implied sex

Word Count: 2121

Notes: Sorry this took forever, I’ve had an illness, a birthday and holidays to deal so it’s not left much time to write. I did have other plans for this request but it would have taken longer, I hope this works for you. I progressed their relationship a bit and changed the way the gang hurt the other. Also y/d/n = your dad’s name.


Originally posted by iseeparadiseinyoureyes

‘Shhh, Jughead, my Mom can’t know you’re here.’ He smirked at me, pushing me against the wall.

‘I can’t take it anymore, I have to kiss you.’ He planted his lips forcefully on mine, I kissed back passionately. His hands clasped my cheeks gently, while his lips kissed down my neck. I smiled at his touch, I’d waited for this for days. The joys of dating a boy from the rival gang.

‘You know I haven’t waited all this time, just for kisses.’ I whispered. He raised his eyebrows at me and I simply nodded back. I pulled him by the hand to my bedroom, minding to be careful with every step. We’d memorised the squeaky parts of the floor by now, Jughead tiptoed around each spot. As we entered my room, I quickly looked out to the hallway making sure we hadn’t woke my Mom.  We only had to worry about her since my Dad was always out late with the Eagles. I shut the door and turned to Jughead.

‘The coast is clear. Now where were we?’

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Injured Football Player Ch20

Originally posted by pinkywinky44

Summary: Little Charlie does what she is told not to and ends up getting hurt.

Word Count: 1606 (sorry it’s a little long)

A/N: Oh little Charlie, getting into trouble! Hope y’all enjoy!

Chapter 19

 “Charlotte Rae, you are going to fall off that couch if you do not sit down,” you scolded your daughter.

 She looked at you, still standing on the couch.

 “Charlotte, what did I say? Sit on your butt down right now.”

 “What’s wrong?” Bucky asked walking in from the backyard. When he saw his daughter standing on the couch he gave her a stern look, “I am going to bust your butt if you do not sit down right now.”

 Charlie sat down the second Bucky spoke, “Yes, sir,” she spoke softly.

 You sighed when Bucky walked up to you, “Tell me why she listens to you and not me?”

 He kissed your cheek, “She does. But you know what it is like when your dad tells you what to do. Hey, I need you to sign some papers in my office for the new renovations.”

 You wiped your hands and nodded, “Okay.”

 You were sitting at Bucky’s desk signing the papers when you heard a crash, followed by Charlie scream. You and Bucky sprinted out of his office and to the living room. Charlie was on the ground holding her left arm screaming at the top of her lungs.

 You scooped up the screaming toddler, “Charlie, what happened? Tell me what happened.”

 “I-I-I jumped,” she sobbed.

 “You jumped on the couch?” Bucky asked.

 “Y-y-y-es, sir-r-r-,” she sobbed.

 “Did we tell you not to jump on the couch?” he started to raise his voice.

 “Bucky,” you spoke.

 “No, Y/N, we told her not to jump on the couch, and she needs to know what she did was wrong,” he started to yell.

 “James, stop,” you yelled back, holding your still screaming daughter, “She obviously broke her arm and right now is not the time to yell at her!”

 Bucky looked down at Charlie who was cling onto you tightly as she cried. He realized that his child hurt herself and needed to take care of her, “Come on, let’s get her to the hospital. Come here baby,” he held out his arms Charlie.

 She turned away and cried into your neck, “Mam-m-ma!”

 “I got you baby,” you stood up and walked to the garage, “We are going to go to the doctor right now.”

 Bucky opened the car door and tried to take Charlie from you to put her in her car seat. When he reached for her, she pushed his hand away and cried for you.

 You put her in the car seat and closed the door. When you looked at Bucky, you saw the tears in his eyes, “James, we have to get her to the hospital.”

 He nodded and cleared his throat, “Okay.” 

 Thirty minutes later Dr. Sam Wilson was walking into the hospital room with Charlie’s x-ray.

 “Alright y’all,” he put up the x-rays, “Little Charlie here has a compound humorous fracture. That means that we need to get in there now and set it with some screws.”

 You nodded, “How long will she be in surgery?”

 “Probably between two and three hours,” Dr. Wilson looked between you and Bucky, “We are going to take her back there right now. So, y’all give your kisses and a nurse it going to take her back.”

 “Thank you, Doctor,” you gave a weak smile and shook his hand.

 You walked over to your daughter in the bed and gave her kisses, “Okay, baby Rae. Dr. Sam is going to take you back and fix your arm okay?”

 “You go with me, mama?” Charlie asked.

 “I can’t go back with you, sweetie. A nice nurse is going to take you.”

 “No, Mama,” she started to cry again.

 “Shh,” you brushed hair out of her face and wiped tears off her cheeks, “I promise, everything will be fine. Daddy and I will be with you till you have to go back, and we will be right here when you get out. And I am sure Nana and Pops, and Aunt Mimi and Tevie will be here too when you wake up. But you got to be a big girl, okay?”

 She nodded slowly while her bottom lip quivered, “Okay, mama.”

 The nurse walked in and smiled, “Okay sweetie, it’s time to go back and get better! Mom and Dad, give your kisses.”

 “Alright baby girl,” you kissed her forehead, “Mama loves you very much.”

 “Love you mama,” she said quietly.

 “We will be right here when you get out Rae,” Bucky dipped down to give Charlie a kiss, but she pulled away.

 You saw the pain in Bucky’s eyes. You nodded to the nurse, letting her know to go ahead and take Charlie.

 “Bye-bye Mama,” Charlie waved at you.

 “Bye baby,” you waved back and watched her disappear behind the double doors. You walked back into her room to see Bucky sitting in the chair with his face in his hand. You heard a soft sob escape from his big frame. You walked over and moved his hand so you could sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close, “She is going to be okay.”

 Bucky tucked his face into your neck, “She was hurt and I yelled at her. I yelled at my hurt child.”

 “You were trying to make sure she understood that she should have done as we said,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

 “Y/N, she was screaming in pain and I just disregarded it. And now she is terrified of me. My baby doesn’t want me near her. What if she never looks at me the same way? What if she is afraid of me now for the rest of her life? I don’t want to be my father,” he cried into your neck.

 You sighed, “Bucky, she will never be afraid of you, she loves you more than anything in the world. Her feelings just got hurt because her daddy yelled at her. I promise you, she will want you there to hold her.”

 He pulled back and looked at you, “You think?”

 You nodded, “I know. Take it from a girl who has a big dad and still gets her feelings hurt when he yells at her. She will always love you and want you there.”

 He nodded and patted your leg, “We should probably start calling people.”

 “Alright, let the phone calls begin.”

 Within an hour, Charlie’s little room was full of people. After hour two of Charlie being in surgery, your nerves started to get the best of you.

 Your dad walked up to you, “Come on sugar, lets take a walk.”

 You started to tell him no, but you knew it was no use arguing. You slowly got up and walked out of the room.

 “How you doing, sugar?” your dad asked nudging your arm.

 You snorted, “My two year old daughter is currently having surgery to repair her broken arm. How do you think I’m doing?”

 “Your nerves are getting the best of your, and if you don’t see her soon, you might lose it?” he nodded, “Every single time you had to go in for a surgery: your broken leg, torn quad, ACL replacement, gallbladder removal, I was pacing the whole time.”

 You sighed, “Yeah, I guess you do know how I’m doing.”

 “She is going to be okay,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “She is a tough girl. Just like her mama.”

 You smiled, “I’m just worried. She’s my baby.”

 “And she always will be. Just like you will always be my baby,” he kissed the top of your head, “You calmed down a little to go back to the room?”

 You nodded. You wanted to be with Bucky, and wait together for your daughter. When you walked back into the room, Bucky looked up and smiled at you softly.

 He walked up to you and wrapped you in a hug, “You okay, mama?”

 You nodded, “I will be better when we get our girl.”

 He kissed your temple, “Me too.”

 You sat next to Bucky holding his hand when Dr. Sam walked into the room. You and Bucky jumped up and rushed up to him.

 “Is she okay? When is she going to be here?” you asked.

 “She did amazing. We put in two pins and one screw in. We put her in a purple cast, per her request,” Dr. Sam chuckled, “She will be in the cast for about six weeks. But she will be good as new.”

 Bucky squeezed you tight and kissed the top of your head, “Thank you Doctor.”

 “Of course. She will be in here in a couple minutes,” he smiled and walked out of the room.

 About five minutes later, a nurse wheeled in Charlie. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw her sleepy Y/E/C eyes looking for you.

 “Mama,” she held her hand out for you.

 You walked up and kissed her forehead, “Hi baby girl. Dr. Sam told us how brave you were!”

 Charlie looked around and smiled when she saw Bucky, “Hi Daddy,” she smiled softly at him. 

 Bucky let out a sigh of relief, “Hi baby Rae, how you feeling?”

 “Sleepy,” she let out a yawn.

 “Okay,” you brushed her hair away from her face, “You go to sleep. We will be here when you wake up.”

 She nodded then looked at Bucky, “Lay here, Daddy?”

 He nodded, “Of course I will,” he carefully laid down in the bed and pulled Charlie close to him.

 You kissed her cheek before you sat down in the chair next to the bed. You felt the wave of relief wash over you. You daughter was okay, and that is all you cared about.

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Jacob Frye x Reader: {AU} Sacrifices Chapter 2

A/N: A continuation of the ‘what if’ Jacob Frye Lower Class that I renamed to sacrifices. I am not going to be fancy with the titles, because I am lazy. X”D The story just continues with Jacob trying to make do in a lower-class state in Victorian London. I am making these stories a bit shorter—kind of in length to how I do chapters of personal stories, just so the ideas aren’t all rushed and thrown horribly together if I ever decide to continue with them.

Rating: SFW

Warnings: None


Another early start, but Jacob was fine to take to it as he threw on his old, patched up clothes and hurried to his factory job. Just one more bloody day… he thought to himself with a sigh as Sunday was coming up soon, the one day out of the week most factory workers had off to enjoy church or spend time with their families. Cringing in displeasure at the painful growl his stomach crippled him with, Jacob halted in his stride as he thought on what to possibly grab as far as food was concerned. He didn’t have much money on him, and the most of which he could do was steal from a market vendor or take something that was burnt, old and discarded in the nearby trash.

At this point…he would do anything for food.

He would have used the few bits of money on him, but he needed that for later when he was to buy some food for the family. He only had enough for a few things that could last them through the week, so the man dared not crumble to his selfishness as he felt the small sack of coins weigh his pocket down.

During this early London morning, most places were starting up for the day and would throw out old meats and other things that he could take for himself. The market was too quiet and low on any distraction about this time for him to try and steal something, so instead, Jacob waited out of sight near one of the local pubs of Whitechapel as the owner soon threw out some meat there within the trash with some bread. Seeing it hit the grotesque bin, he urged himself towards it and grabbed at the bread at least as it looked less rotted and decayed by time than the meat there.

Breaking off a few of the pieces, he stuffed it into his mouth in a hurried fashion, coughing and gagging a bit at the awful, stale taste. “Better than nothing,” he encouraged, forcing himself to swallow it. It was like a heavy stone being pushed down his throat as he continued to put something in his stomach, which rumbled in a reminder that he was practically starving.

Eating what he could manage, he left the bread to be for now. There would be no way in hell he would drag that back to his home or bother with eating it further. Jacob just needed a little bit in order to actually tie himself over till dinner. Maybe there would be enough food this time for him to actually participate in the meal.

Heading to the factory just in time, Jacob worked on re-bandaging his burned hand with a heavy sigh. His fingers still felt stiff and hurt a bit when he moved them, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as before.

“Any luck, lad?” the man from yesterday asked as he noticed the wound Jacob was still tending to.

Jacob sighed, lowering his head as his lips twisted to the side in thought. “I am sure it will pass.” His words breathed out more in hope than anything. Jacob wasn’t sure if he would be able to keep using his fingers without the aid of a cream of some sort. Regardless, he had to keep the injury concealed and not act like it was a bother. The factory job was the only one he had, and it would be the worse thing for his family if he got fired. Jacob began to fish about in his coat pockets for his fingerless gloves. Can’t go to the damn doctor right now, that’s for sure—!

He paused, feeling a folded up piece of paper in his inner right pocket. Confused (as he always kept his pockets clean minus his gloves), Jacob pulled it slowly out to reveal the paper that was signed by his daughter. A smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he unfolded the parchment to reveal a child’s drawing of a mom, dad, and child—obviously a portrait of the family, the best she could manage. Cora was still learning to write, and in shaky letters it wrote out ‘my hero’ near the title of ‘daddy’.

Again, a smile formed at his lips as he felt his heart beat rapidly in eagerness to return home and thank her, but he would have several hours till he had that opportunity. His fingers touching upon the drawing and small message, Jacob jerked his head to attention when he heard the whistle blowing to signal that everybody should move to their stations promptly. A few Blighters migrating into the area yelling at everybody to get to work, he sighed angrily as he did away with the drawing—folding it carefully back into the pocket from where it came—he rose to his feet, fixed his gloves into place and hurried to work.

“Move it!” griped one of the brutes, pushing on Jacob’s back in passing. “We don’t got all damn day!”

Jacob gritted his teeth at the slap, grabbing at his paperboy hat to keep it in place before heading onward to the machine he usually was stationed at. The factory was quiet minus the hustle and bustle of the many workers who were employed there. Taking to the machine he knew and worked at best (regardless of her hiccups), he waited for the equipment to begin functioning, the gears slowly grinding in warning of their waking before getting to work on the incoming metals and making sure to work quickly with the era’s new device. 


The hours were long and dreadful, but when Jacob found himself alone during his lunch break and at peace, his fingers fondled the gift his daughter had snuck into his pocket sometime before bed, apparently. It made him prepared for the evening to come, more anxious than ever to return home.

A Blighter coming closer to him as he slowly removed his hand from his pocket to be sure not to draw attention to anything, the nameless man nudged him rather cruelly in passing. “Pack it up, lad. Going home early today as it’s Saturday.”

Jacob ignored the jab at that moment, finding relief in that statement as there were very few times they would power down an hour early on Saturdays. However, being able to leave early would mean he would have the time to get to the market before everything was to close down, and it was there he worked on cleaning and fixing his station to perfection before hurrying to punch out for the day.

Milk, eggs, meat, and bread…sadly, that was all Jacob could afford, it seemed. It wasn’t much, but it could be enough to get him through the week. As he hurried on his way back home, he couldn’t help but think of his twin sister in his private moments…wondering where she was now after the two of them lost their father years ago.

Jacob was married…Evie was not, and he couldn’t help but be concerned about her as she had left his home, not wishing to burden her own brother with an extra mouth to feed.

“I hope you are well, sister,” he murmured to himself wishing he knew where she had gone off to. The very thought haunted him on occasion, but the last he saw her was a month ago, so Jacob prayed with all his heart she was still alive and well.

The candle’s light flickered in the window once more, beckoning to the weary Jacob as he ascended the small stairs and headed on inside where he tossed his hat off to the side on the nearby sofa, running his fingers through his oily hair. “(Y/N)? Cora? I am home,” he called, taking the food items to the kitchen as he knew the milk had to go the ice chest to stay fresh as did the meat.

“We’re in the washroom, dear,” his wife’s voice beckoned from just down the hallway, muffled a bit behind the door in question.

After putting away what he bought, Jacob moved down to the washroom door to knock on it. “Who is the one in the bath then?”

The sound of Cora being curious if that was her father whispered to her mother’s ears and Jacob’s as well even if the door attempted to keep her thoughts private. His wife moved from the tub and opened the door, peering into the hallway with a smile to her husband. The dim light gave her such a radiant halo that the working man couldn’t help but sigh in content of the heavenly view. Her lips pecked upon his own as a means to greet him. “Just your daughter, sweetheart.”

Jacob expressed a tender grin as he nodded over his shoulder. “I got the food here, love. Mutton, eggs, milk, and some bread. Not much of it but if we’re careful, we should be able to last the week.”

She did her best to find hope in that thought, her fingers squeezing ever so slightly on the door frame. “I’ll get started after Cora’s bath.”

“Let me handle her bath, love,” Jacob insisted, as he wished to talk to Cora anyway. “You can get started on dinner, and I’ll help you in a bit.”

(Y/N) shook her head, kissing his cheek this time with a tight hug. She could feel how stiff and sweaty he was. The factory was hardly a lovely place to work—stuffy, full of smoke, ash, and the only visible light that could be seen came from the windows. “You’ve done enough for the day,” she kindly reminded him, pulling him back at arm’s length to give Jacob a smile of admiration. “Let me handle the cooking part. You try and rest a bit after this.”

“I fear if I lie down, I may never wake again,” Jacob insisted, moving to kiss (Y/N) in passing. “I’ll be there soon.” Opening the door a bit further, Jacob shut it behind him as he ventured in to see his child.

“Daddy!” Cora praised, moving her hands out of the water and accidentally splashing Jacob in the process. “You’re home!”

He knelt beside the tub, ignoring the water that soaked the patched knees of his attire as he kissed his daughter’s cheek. “Mhmm,” Jacob answered, folding his arms over the rim of the tub. “And I got your picture as well.”

Cora acted bashful, moving her fingers close to her mouth with her head lowered though a smile could be seen. “Did you like it?”

Jacob placed a reassuring touch upon her wet hair, grinning ear to ear. “I did, princess,” he praised, kissing her forehead and trying to embrace her best he could with her in the bathtub. “It kept me strong throughout the day, if I am to be honest.”

Her fingers removed from her lips, and her smile grew wider. “I would have wrote more,” she spoke in a child like manner, “but I did not know how to spell some of the words.”

He shook his head at the thought, not even bothering to correct her speech. “It is perfect the way it is.”

As Jacob finished up Cora’s bath, he wrapped her in the clean towel before fixing her into her nightgown knowing she would be going to bed after dinner. All throughout the wash, however, he noticed she was coughing now and again, and Jacob couldn’t help but find that a bit odd.

Rubbing her upper arms, he gave her a confused look. “Feeling alright, princess? You’re not getting sick, are you?”

“I am fine, daddy,” Cora answered simply, but it seemed in the way she was acting she wouldn’t properly know how to say if she were well or unwell, not wanting to be a burden to her parents.

Jacob sucked in his lips, eyes shifting about his child fretfully. “Are you sure?”

Cora nodded, almost seeming to imitate her father’s look as her lips too moved inward.

He couldn’t help but be concerned that she could be showing early signs of some sort of illness. While he could hardly handle the money to go to the doctor, he would willingly sell any item of value and or worth just to let his child or wife go. “You know you can tell mummy and daddy anything, right?” Jacob lightly squeezed her upper arms to show his support.

“I know,” Cora whispered, moving to where her arms embraced her father’s neck tightly to give him a hug.

Jacob responded, moving his own about her to hug his daughter tightly. Face buried within her long, wet hair, he breathed his content. “Come on, love. Let’s get to the kitchen and help your mum.”

Dinner was at least far more filling that evening for Jacob. It certainly helped him wash away the aftertaste of that horrible, stale bread that sat like a log in his stomach. With Cora put to bed and (Y/N) working on the dishes, Jacob found himself moving to the kitchen to aid her.

“How was work?” (Y/N) asked, hoping to start conversation as she hand washed the utensils.

“Same as always,” he commented simply, looking back down the hall in which their child rested. “Has Cora been coughing a lot around you lately?”

(Y/N) slowed in her moving the dishcloth over the plate in her hands as if troubled by that question. “A bit,” she answered, fear giving a light quake to her answer. “It started last night, actually. You were far too tired to hear her, but I did, so I got to my feet and handled it.”

Jacob’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. So tired he didn’t even hear his own daughter in distress? What the hell kind of father was he? Jacob rubbed the back of his neck with an exasperated moan at his heavy sleeping. “How was she?”

“I gave her some milk to drink, and she said it soothed her throat.” (Y/N) put the dish away in the cupboard before turning to Jacob who was giving her a criticizing look as if wondering if that was all. She shrugged her shoulders, not sure what else to say. “She said she was fine, so I put her back to rest.”

“And you trust the words of an innocent child?” Jacob questioned a bit sternly.

“Jacob, please,” (Y/N) pleaded, “We don’t really have the money to have a doctor come in and look at her. The least we can do is see how she feels in a day or two before taking her to one.”

He rubbed the weariness from his face before stretching a bit further to pop a few weary bones into place. “Fine,” he breathed out, slapping his arms back to his sides. “I’ll give it a day or two, but if she’s still coughing, I am getting her to someone.”

“I’ll ask around for an inexpensive doctor tomorrow when we go on our walk together.” (Y/N) put the dishes down, moving her palm to Jacob’s cheek to try and contain his worry. “Maybe we can find some hope in getting her to someone sooner.”

Since Sunday was Jacob’s day off, he usually went out walking about the streets with his family to get out with and spend time with them. Jacob nodded hesitantly at the thought, however, taking his wife’s wrists to bring her fingers to his lips to kiss her there. “Alright,” he grumbled, hating on the idea of waiting. “But I swear, the moment she starts showing signs of getting worse—.”

“Don’t think so negatively, Jacob,” (Y/N) pleaded, moving to embrace her husband in hopes that would easy his concerns. “We’ll be fine…we’ll be just…fine…”

But it seemed even her words held doubt. Embracing his wife in return, he couldn’t say he could blame her—London was hardly the ‘city of dreams’ for ones in their state.

ALTL Part 48

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Title: ALTL Part 48

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Lucifer, Sam, Dean, Castiel

Word count: 1,065

Warnings: angst

A/N: I hope you’re all still interested in this series :) Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

The masterlist to this series can be found HERE!

It wasn’t long before you mother showed up again.  She faded in and out as she came closer to you.  When she moved, it was as if she was made of static.  It was like she was jumping forward feet by feet.  Before you knew it her hand was around one of your arms.  She threw you away from Gabriel, causing you to roll against the gravelly ground.

You bounced a few times, eventually rolling to a stop.  The few minor cuts on your arms, quickly healed themselves.  You knew you could heal yourself, but if she hurt you too badly, there was no way you could heal yourself right away.

“You did this to me [Y/N],” your mother shouted, suddenly at your feet.  “I should have killed you when I had the chance.”

“Gabriel, salt and burn the ring,” you yelled, trying to scoot away from your mother.

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Joker x Reader ft. Parents

A/N: So I don’t really like this fanfic because I feel I made the Joker so out of character. I honestly don’t think anyone would let J meet their parents but since this was requested, I tried my best. XD

“So do you have anyone special in your life?” Y/N debated on answering her mom’s question. Chewing on her lip nervously, she figured what harm would it do to say yes?

“Umm.. Yes, actually I do.” Unlucky for her, her mom decided to ask a bunch of questions.

“Is he nice?” Y/N cringed. More or less…

“Uh… y-yes”

“Where does he work? What does he do?” Eh mostly he just goes to the strip clubs he owns and kills people. That and harassing B-man.

“Um, hey mom I have to go something came up.”

“Oh… ok. But hey! Your dad and I were wondering if we could come to town and visit you for a couple days. Maybe meet this new boyfriend of yours.” Y/N froze. Shit.

“Is that ok?” No. No it’s absolutely not ok.

“Umm.. I-I guess b-but he might be busy that weekend so you might not see him unfortunately.” Looks like I have to rent an apartment for a few days.

“Ok great! We’re coming tomorrow. See you soon.” Tomorrow? And they just tell me now? Suddenly a door slams, making her jump. Great. It doesn’t seem like he’s in a good mood either. He walks through the door and comes straight to her. Y/N is laying on the bed with her legs spread out. He lays sideways on the bed and puts his head in her lap.

“Bad day?” His reply was a grunt followed by a detailed response of how much he hated batsy. She decided to tell him she was going to be away for a few days.

“So J, my parents wanted to come visit so I was thinking-” His eyes lit up.

“Really? When?”

“Tomorrow. But I was thinking-” The way his smile grew unnerved her.

“I’ll tell Frost to get a room ready.” Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Well… J, I-”

“What are they like?”

“Uh, well they’re-” like any other parents I guess. Oh wait that’s right. He wouldn’t know.

“They are probably bringing my little sister too, and you know how kids are. She’s annoying so I was thinking about staying-”

“What’s her favorite color? I can tell Frost to paint the room she’ll be staying in.”  Double Shit. Y/N felt a wave of guilt flow through her. He’s really excited about this.

“Well, pink. But J-” He doesn’t listen, he’s already out the door planning how the whole day will go.

…That Night…

Y/N wakes up in the middle of the night, a string of semi-loud curses waking her. She notices her bathroom light on. Sneaking up to the door, she sees J talking to himself in the mirror. He’s dressed up in a suit, messing with his hair and trying to get his lipstick perfect.Y/N notices he has other outfits scattered on the floor, like he couldn’t decide what to wear. Stifling a giggle, she leaned against the door frame until he noticed her. He grinned at her.

“Hey baby, how do I look? Can you check the back of my hair?” Y/N shakes her head, smiling.

“J why are you up at two in the morning?”

“Your parents are coming today! I have to make a good impression.” At least he didn’t dress like a pimp. Just pray he doesn’t call himself ‘Daddy’ in front of mom and dad.

J made Y/N make sure everything was ok with the food he had prepared.

“Does it taste good? Are they allergic to anything? How’s my hair?

Then he made her check where they would be staying.

“Do they like that color? What kind of fabric do they like? Is my hair still good?”

Not to mention the times he asked about his appearance.

“Is my lipstick good? Anything stuck in my grill? The hair ok?”

Hours later, J and Y/N stay standing at the door. She looks through the peephole to see them approaching.

“Ok. They’re here!” Don’t be yourself.

“How’s my hair?” Y/N looks over to see a stray piece has fell off to one side. She tries to pet it down, only making it worse. Soon he’s trying to fix it too, their hands intertwining with each others. A knock at the door makes them both jump. Y/N goes to answer the door but J yanks her back.

“Fix my hair!”

“It looks fine. You’re fine.”

“Is it sticking up?”

“No, it’s fine.” She lied. Opening the door, she greets her parents. They give Y/N hugs and then they get to J. Their eyes widen as they take in his appearance. Dad gives a disapproving look before trying to cover it up with a smile. Mom gives him a smile and actually makes a move towards him.

“Welcome to the family!” She throws her arms around him. Him and Y/N look at each other in shock. When he doesn’t hug her back she lets go, looking a little uncomfortable. Y/N clears her throat and goes to stand beside J.

“Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend J.” Her dad extends his hand to J, who takes it robotically. Like he’s not used to shaking hands. Then her little sister walks up to him and takes his hand in her small one. He smiles at her, amused that she doesn’t seem afraid of him. 

As soon as the introductions are done, it’s time for dinner. Of course, it’s the most awkward dinner ever. And of course, my mom had to question his appearance.

“So, J. Is there a reason you’re so pale?” She sounds hesitant as she asks this, trying not to offend him.

“I fell into a vat of chemicals.” He responds without looking up from his food. Y/N’s parents laugh, thinking he’s joking. J looks at them with an offended look on his face. Before he can threaten them though, Y/N kicks him under the table. He glares at her before placing his hand on her thigh. Rolling her eyes, she picks up his hand and puts it back on his.

“Are you two getting married?” Y/N’s little sister asks, her wide eyes staring at J.

J responded “Yes” the same time Y/N said “No”. Sighing, Y/N thought this dinner couldn’t get any worse.

“Dad, can you pass the salt?” J extended his hand for the salt the same time her dad did. They stared at each other, hands hovering over the salt while Y/N  planned her funeral.

CS ff: “Why Can’t Love Just Be Enough” (au) (Epilogue to “I Will Learn to Let You Go”)

Summary: Some stories don’t get a Happily Ever After, but that doesn’t mean the story ends.

As the title implies, this is the Epilogue to “I Will Learn to Let You Go”

Rating: T for language


A/N: This was written as soon as the fic was finished, but I had troubles with the ending and then the editing, and then school to finish. If you prefer to leave things miserable and sad, you’re welcome to skip this. Special thanks to @sambethe for the beta and proofreading, and for encouraging me to do better. And to @i-know-how-you-kiss for the title/song that will punch you in the feels if you listen to it while any part of this fic is in your head. Give it a listen if you get a chance: “Roses & Violets” by Alexander Jean)

If Killian expected his life to go back to normal once he left Storybrooke behind, he was completely mistaken. The world he goes back to in Boston feels hollow and lonely – now more than it ever was before. Maybe it’s because he was somehow lucky to find love once with his soulmate, and then again with someone who wasn’t his. And now he has neither. Maybe it’s because he also truly felt a bond with Henry, or because Storybrooke felt like home.

His business, small but with the most impressive track record ever seen in his line of work, expands after his time in Storybrooke. Apparently, with an even higher success rate, he’s a sought-out name in the soulmate searching ring.

Now he has more detectives working for him, and it means he can step back a little. The less personal involvement, the better. Sure, he still works. He has the keenest sense of direction out of all of his employees, except for a man named Smee, who is exceptionally talented at finding people in places he would’ve never considered. Most days, he stays in his (new and bigger) office and spends some time working on the cases he has been personally requested for. The rest of his day is spent looking at the evidence of his success.

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Last Words: Pt.1 [Requested]

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 3, 6k

Request: can you pleaseee write a super angsty scenario of one of them from the maknae line in bts where he cheats on you and you know but you just go with the flow bc yknow ur goin to leave him soon cs ur diagnose with a sickness that can kill you so u want to spend whatever time u have with the man u love the most and when u finally have the guts to leave him you write a really sad letter to him

>> Part.1 | Part.2 | Epilogue | Alternate Ending <<

You stood there shell-shocked as you looked at how he held this unknown woman, the soft moans you heard as you stood in the doorway of yours and Jungkook’s’ bedroom, a woman and your Jungkook, in your bed, making love.  He cheated… his cheating. His doing it right now.  

Yeah things have been kind of tense between the two of you for the past few weeks but you never thought he’d go to another woman for comfort or whatever it was that he was looking for “Babe, Harder” you hear the stranger say and you flinch at the nickname, tears rolls down your face and you take a step backwards.

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Caught Up In A Lens (Bad Boy Au) Part 5 (Final!)

This is the last part and I hope you guys are satisfied with the ending! I loved this AU so much even though it always took me forever to update it! Thanks for loving it!

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The last day of your vacation came quickly. Every day you had found yourself over at Jimin’s and your parents had given up on keeping you around. Being able to spend New Year’s with him was a blast and you hadn’t even thought about the fact that you would be leaving soon enough. You were sad that it was your last day in the quiet town and you didn’t want to leave Jimin.

Forced to pack up your stuff, you were waiting for a reply from Jimin. You had seen him last night but that was the last time you had heard anything from him. Already knowing that saying goodbye would be hard, you were a bit afraid to see him. You still wanted to hug him one last time though. There were two hours before you would be stuffed into your car and driven all the way back home.

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P.S. I love you - part I

Summary: When your husband, Tony, dies, you are convinced that your life ended along with his. On the day of your 30th birthday you receive a surprise from Tony and with every letter from him, you start to learn how to live on your own - based on a plot of ‘P.S. I love you’ for @stories-from-stark-tower‘s 3K Celebration Movie AU Challenge. 
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually), Tony Stark x reader (in flashbacks)
Warnings: mention of death, a lot of sadness (I’m sorry)
Words: 2.013
Author’s note: Flashbacks are in italic and I am so sorry I ‘killed’ Tony, I promise to make it better. I hope you’ll enjoy it and I will appreciate any feedback!  :)

Originally posted by buninbloom

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Be My Frankenstein - Kyle Spencer X Reader - Part 2: Hold The Line

REQUEST:  Pleas do a part 2 to be my Frankenstein please need Kyle — sent by anonymous



You brought Kyle back to the house and silently led him in your room. He hadn’t said anything on the drive over, for which you’d had to steal a car since your friends had left you at the morgue. He grunted a lot and looked pretty scared, but you had kept a hard grip on his hand and it seemed to calm him down. Madison and Zoe were waiting on your bed.

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So I found out Sockathan Week is happening and I know I’m late to the party but I’ve been working on this fanfic since January and I was going to post it on Christmas eve but since Day 2′s theme was “mistletoe” I just can’t resist

Hella fluff, and Mephestopheles totally shipping Sockathan

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Author’s note

I don’t know if I’m any good at this, but let’s try one more time.

Imagine that this non – triangle didn’t end in Ski Lodge. Imagine that Lucas hasn’t decided. Two years into high school and everything is just like it was on that New Year’s eve.

Just imagine.

Side note: I apoligize for mistakes. There will be LOTS of them.

I’m losing balance. There’s nothing or nobody to hold onto. Nothing at all. It’s just me, and darkness. Is there a point in trying to keep standing? Is there a point in trying to survive? Is there a point in trying to save myself from unavoidable death?

“No”, the voice in my head says.

Suddenly, I’m falling. At first it looks like I’m falling down the stairs. The next thing I know – I’m falling out of a tree. Few seconds later I’m falling out of a plane.

And now, now I’m just falling into darkness. I don’t think there’s an end. I don’t think I can reach the bottom.

“You can’t fix anything. You’re life is a huge mess, and there’s nothing you can change”, whispers the same voice.

I know he’s right.

There’s nothing I can do.

Maybe that’s why I’m falling. I fall further into the darkness until it threatens to swallow me whole.





Just like her eyes.

Just like eyes I have never loved. Just like those eyes I will never love.

Just like those eyes that I could never get lost in.

But now, I’m drowning.

Holding my breath is killing me, breathing in will kill me. I have held my breath before, but this isn’t like that. This is like having a gun to my head and being told not to let my heart beat.

I can’t hear anything.

Because drowning is quiet.

My movements are subtle; I can’t make a single sound. One minute my head is bobbing above the water, and then it’s gone. My head is pounding, every cell is screaming for oxygen.

The darkness enveloped me. The water closed in around me, filling me with a deep dread. I held my breath as long as I could, probably too long. The urgency of air was more apparent than ever.

But I couldn’t do anything about it.

Because suddenly everything was black.

Icy cold water was thrust up my nostrils; a stream cascaded into the back of my throat and nose, sending jets of pain through my entire body. I gave up on trying surviving. I gave up on trying coming back to her.

I knew that I will never see those brown eyes again.

They have found me.

My demons have finally found their way back to my life.

I’m trying to escape, I’m trying to run, I’m trying to hide…

I’m trying.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t help.

I don’t bother looking behind me. I can hear them. Their footsteps, heavy breathing…

They are chasing me.

I know that all of this is just in my head, but I can’t stop running.

It feels like I’ve been running for two, maybe even three years, although it’s only been a few minutes.

I can hear her voice. She’s calling my name, she’s searching for me. Her voice is cracking; she’s scared, afraid, terrified.

My behavior is scaring her.

“Maybe it’s for the best”, the voice of my demons says. “Maybe pushing her as far away as it is possible will solve all of your problems. After all, she would never love someone like you.”

When I think about it, I know they are right.

She would never love a monster.

She would never love me.

Falling dreams generally indicate insecurity or something wrong with your life which you can’t fix at the moment. Sounds familiar?

According to some researches, drowning in a dream applies not to dangerous emotions or urges, but to natural urges such as eating, loving, even sex, that some people have enormous conflicts about. It is also about struggling to survive as a person, so it applies to your identity as it is dealing with relationship with other people, but also with your own internal world of instincts, body activities and needs. Doesn’t that remind you of something, or should I say someone?

Richard Nicoletti, J. D., a psychotherapist, explained that dreaming about being chased generally means that you are “being told by your unconsciousness that you’re avoiding an issue or a person”. And Lucas was avoiding a lot of things.

Lucas was used to that kind of dreams. It wasn’t the first time. After all, he had been having them ever since the beginning of that stupid triangle.

But what Lucas wasn’t used to was the dreams about someone getting hurt, someone ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Until now, he had never had a dream about losing her. Lucas had never dreamt about Riley being taken away from this world.

When Lucas woke up from that horrible nightmare his heart was beating ten times faster and the tears were streaming down his face. He wasn’t embarrassed to cry, he wasn’t embarrassed to show his emotions. Especially when Riley had something to do with it.


All he could think about was Riley. What if something really happened? What if she’s not okay? What if she’s hurt?

What if?

Lucas couldn’t just sit there and do absolutely nothing.

The Texan glanced at his alarm clock to see that it was a couple of minutes after three in the morning. He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his phone, threw a Yankees hoodie on, and left the room. He was running down the stairs when his mother’s voice stopped him.

“Lucas! Where do you think you’re going? It’s three in the morning!”, his mother whispered yelled, not wanting to wake up her sleeping husband.

“I’m going to Riles”, Lucas said quickly tying his sneakers.

“You can do that in the morning, young man. Go back to bed”, she demanded with her arms crossed on her chest.

“I’m not going back to bed, Mom.”

“What did you just say?”, his mother asked shocked.

“I’m not going to bed. You don’t understand, Mom. I have to go to Riley. I need to go to her.”

Lucas’ mom began worrying. Something was clearly not right.

“Lucas, what’s going on? Is everything okay?”

Her son ran a single hand through his ash blonde hair before burying his face in his palms.

“I don’t know, Mom. That’s the reason I must go to her. I need to make sure she’s okay. Please, don’t try to stop me. I will do whatever it takes to see her”, Lucas said as he unlocked the front door.

“Lucas!”, his mom shouted before Lucas could close the door. He stopped for a second and looked over his shoulder to where his mom was standing. “Text me when you get there.”

Lucas let out a sigh of relief and gave her a small smile.

“I will, I promise.”

He ran all the way from his house to her apartment building. He tried calling her a few times, but she didn’t answer. When he reached it, he saw that the lights in her bedroom were still on. Why was she awake at almost four in the morning?

Lucas climbed up the fire escape to find the bay window fully open.

“Riley?”, Lucas whispered as he looked trough the window.

Lucas had never seen her room like that. It was a complete mess. Clothes everywhere, drawers out, papers, books on the floor, pieces of her shattered mirror…

And blood.

“Riley!”, Lucas yelled not caring about her sleeping parents or neighbors. He climbed inside her room and his foot landed on the broken picture frame. There was a picture of the trio – Maya, Lucas and Riley.

He looked around the room, but she wasn’t there. He heard someone flinch in pain. Lucas heart was breaking all over again, just like that time when she brother zoned him in Texas. Although this time it was ten times worse.

“Riley!”, he shouted running to hug her when he found her standing in front of the mirror.

“Lucas? What are you doing here?”, she asked surprised by his presence before he wrapped his arms around her petite waist as tightly as it was humanly possible. Riley just stood there, not knowing what was happening or what to do.

“Thank God you’re okay, princess. I was so scared. Don’t scare me like that ever again”, he whispered as he pressed his forehead against her, cupping her face in his palms. The tears were freely rolling down his cheeks.

Riley knew she shouldn’t be doing anything that could make their current situation even worse; but she also couldn’t stand there watching him hurting.

“Lucas, what’s going on?”, she whispered trying to hold back her own tears while she wiped away his.

Lucas leaned into her touch and closed his eyes, taking one deep breath.

Honey. That is what she smelled like, that’s what felt like home.

“I had a dream about you.”

“Really?”, she asked surprised as her nose brushed against his when he pulled her even closer. She knew how wrong it was, she knew that she would have to explain all of this to Maya. Riley knew that Lucas would have to do the same to even things up. But at that moment she didn’t care about anything but him.

“I had a dream about you, but not the good kind. I didn’t dream about us riding into the sunset together, I didn’t dream of your smile or laughter. It – it’s terrible and I don’t want to remember it”, Lucas said as a new wave of tears threatened to escape his green eyes.

“Hey, I’m alright, everything is okay”, she whispered caressing his cheek.

“And then I come here, just to make sure you’re okay, and I see all of this”, Lucas’ voice cracked. “I – I thought I would never see you again. I thought I had lost you. I thought – ”

“Shh, say no more. I’m here. I’m right here”, she said taking his hand before placing it on her heart. “Can you feel it?”, she whispered and Lucas nodded as he opened his eyes to look at Riley. “It’s beating for you. Every single beat of my heart is for you. My heart belongs to you. And it always will, no matter what happens. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Lucas swallowed hard before cupping her face in his hands. All he could do was nod while he wiped away her tears. Only then he noticed her bandaged hand.

“What happened?”

Riley sighed and pulled away a little. Although Lucas wasn’t content with her decision. That’s how she ended up in his arms as he carried her to the bedroom.

“I was reading that book you recommended until around two using my phone as a flashlight when it died. I thought that the moonlight would be enough for me while I searched for my charger. Well, you see the result of that.”

“How did you get that cut?”, he asked when he laid her on her bed and sat next to her.

“When I finally realized that I need more than moonlight, I went to turn on the lights, but on my way there I knocked down my mirror. I’m surprised that my parents and Auggie didn’t wake up. In fact, I’m surprised that they didn’t wake up from your – ”

Riley was cut off by Lucas’ lips crashed against hers. It was just a peck, but it sent a spark that lit up the fire in their bodies.

“ – shouting”, Riley finished her sentence when he pulled away. She bit her lip when his eyes locked on hers. His eyes reflected silver moon and Riley was hypnotized. “Why did you do that?”

“You were rambling”, he whispered taking her small palm in his intertwining their fingers.

“And you thought it was the only way to stop me?”

“At that moment, yes. And I don’t regret it. I wanted to kiss you.”

“You do realize that you will have to do the same with Maya, right?”, she asked saddened by the thought of his lips touching someone’s else.

“But I won’t do that”, Lucas whispered.

“Lucas, you can’t do that. It’s unfair”, Riley said walking to the light switch. When she turned around, Lucas was only inches apart.

“I have made my decision, Riley. I know what I choose. I’ve known for a long time. I guess I just wasn’t ready to admit it”, he explained.

When Riley heard those words, it felt as if she was finally able to breathe again. She didn’t even know what he had chosen, but it wasn’t important. All that mattered was the fact that it would finally be over.


“Stop thinking, princess. Let’s get some sleep”, he said walking to the bed after he had intertwined their fingers once again.

“Wait, you’re staying here? With me?”, Riley asked surprised.

“Can I? I really want to but if you don’t want me to, I can go – ”

“Stay”, she whispered interrupting.

Lucas smiled and sat next to her, just like few minutes ago.

“I will”, he said brushing some hair out of her face. “Let me text my Mom.”

“Okay”, she said yawning.

When Lucas sent the message to his Mom, Riley was just seconds away from falling asleep.

“Can I hold you?”, Lucas asked when he climbed into the bed besides her.

“Anytime”, she whispered.

And at that moment, his arms wrapped around her fragile body, her back pressed up against his chest, the scent of honey in the atmosphere around them, the sound of her deep breaths, legs tangled with each other’s – he knew he had made the right choice.

The text he had sent to his Mom said it all:

I’m safe.

I’m home.

Try Again? PT: 3 (A nate maloley fan fiction)

“Lucas Carson Maloley?” Nate asked in disbelief.

“Nate not now please.”

“YN! That’s my son?!” He started to raise his voice now.

“Nathan stop.“Just then the doctor walked out.

"That was a close call, any longer and he would’ve suffocated from clogged airways. You guys need to be more careful.” The doctor informed us while flipping through his clipboard.

Nates head dropped down, he felt guilty.

“But he’s all set to go home now, he just need plenty of sleep for the next couple of days.” I nodded my head and followed him into the room.

“Baby, I’m so glad you’re okay!” I kissed his forehead and picked him up.

“I love you so much,” I let a few tears slip out. Nate was silent. He wouldn’t even look at me or Luke.

I followed Nate to the car and sat in the back with Luke. Soon We arrived at my house and I got out holding Lucas. Nate followed us to the door.

I walked in and went to Luke’s room. I dressed him in his favorite pjs and kissed his forehead good night. It was midnight.

“YN.” I heard Nate voice as I walked to the kitchen.

“That’s my son?” He asked pointing towards where Luke’s bedroom is. I nodded my head slowly.

“How come you never told me we had a child together?” He gave me a look of disgust and shook his head.

“Nate. Like I told you. You. Left. Me.”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be apart of Luke’s life YN, I missed the last three years of his life because of it?”

“Well don’t worry, because you’re not going to be part of it anytime soon.” I pushed myself up from the table and starting walking to my room.

“Why the hell not?!” He yelled coming after me.

“Nate. I don’t need you coming into his life and then just deciding he’s not good enough for you anymore and you walk out. He doesn’t need that. He’s doing just fine without you. I got it covered. I don’t need you screwing with his head.” I confessed turning around to face him. He was almost chest to chest with me.

“I don’t wanna be apart of his life, I want to be apart of both your lives, YN. Just let me please. Can we just give it one more chance?”

“Nathan, do you know how hard it is hearing your son ask why he doesn’t have a father? Do you know how hard it is to explain to him that his father didn’t love his mother anymore so he left? Do you know how hard it is to look at how sad your son is when he sees other family’s and fathers holding their child?! No, you don’t. You don’t understand half the shit he’s been through and he’s only three Nate. You need to just leave him alone. He doesn’t need anymore shit in his life.”

“YN.” Nate breathed, “Just let me try. Please just let me into his life. You don’t even need to tell him I’m his father. Just let me hang out with him. Let me try to fix this. Let us try to be a family again. Please.” Nate pleaded and sat on the edge of my bed.

I crossed my arms and thought about it.

“Nate, I’m giving you one chance, don’t mess it up with him. I mean it.” I pointed my finger towards him.

“I won’t lil mama. I promise you.” He smiled and got up to hug me. I stuck out my arm. I didn’t want his hugs.

“Well you can hang out with him tomorrow then. We were going to take a walk in the park.”

“Cool little mama, can’t wait to see you then.” He smiled as he back up towards the door. I walked him to the front door and leaned against the door frame.

“Bye YN.” He smiled and waved. The smile that melted my heart. Damnit Nathan. How can you just walk into my life and make me fall in love with you all over again.

I shut the front door and locked it. I walked to my room and laid down under the covers. I covered my face with my hands before I shut the light off.

The next morning.

“Momma! Momma! Nates here!” I woke up to Lucas jumping on my bed.

“Luke! Don’t wake her up!” I heard Nate whisper shout as he came crawling into my room.

“Nate? Luke?” I yawned as I rubbed my eyes.

“Oh hey YN.” Nate smiled as he awkwardly got up from the floor.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as I got out of my bed.

“It was a surprise before Luke ruined it.” He said in a silly voice as he picked Luke up and tickled him. Luke screeched as he got tickled. I shook my head and laughed as I walked out to the kitchen.

Nate and Luke followed closely behind. On the table were piles of pancakes and waffles. “Oh my gosh.” I covered my mouth seeing chocolate covered strawberries and candles lit.

“You did all of this?” I asked in disbelief.

“All for you lil mama.” He smiled. “I’ll have Luke back by 3pm okay?” I nodded my head and smiled at Luke.

“Have fun baby!” I waved to Luke. “I will,” Nate answered, I gave him a strange look. “You meant Lucas…righhttt.” He scratched the back of his neck and picked Lucas up. I saw the door shut behind them and I smiled to myself.

———-Nates Point Of View———-

“Hey buddy, wanna go to the park?” I asked Lucas as I put him down and held his hand. Lucas smiled at me and we walked down the street.

Soon we came across the park and I watched little man play for a while. He jumped around and slid down the slides.

“Nate!” Luke yelled to me. “What’s up buddy?” I wish he could call me dad. “Come up here with me!” I smiled at him and joined him at the top of the jungle gym.

“Why don’t I have a dad?” Luke asked me as he stared at other family’s.

“I don’t know buddy, anyone would be lucky to be your dad.” I pulled him into my lap and hugged him.

“What does your mom tell you about your dad?”

“She said he didn’t love her anymore so he left. But she said he’d love me even if he didn’t love her. I don’t know why he wouldn’t love her. She’s pretty and nice to me.” Luke looked me in the eyes.

“Don’t you think she’s pretty?” He asked me. I felt my face heat up. “Your mothers very beautiful.” I smiled and ruffled his hair.

“Well momma said that she loves daddy a lot and she wishes he’d come back. She misses him.” She still loves me?

“Lucas how do you know that?” I asked as he started to go down the slide. I followed closely behind him waiting to here his answer.

“Sometimes when I sleep with momma she starts crying at night. She says to me when she thinks I’m sleeping how much she loves me and wishes my dad would come back so I can have him.” He shrugged his shoulders not fully understanding what he said.

“You’re a smart kid.” I said in disbelief.

“Do you love my mom? You ask a lot of questions about her..” He asked with a wide smile.

“…Luke, you can’t tell your mom but I love her a lot. She’s the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I just wish she would let me show her that.” Luke looked at me in disgust.

“Ewe that’s gross.” He smiled and ran away from me. I chased after him and picked him up.

“Ready to go home?” I asked as he started to fall asleep in my arms.

“Yeah. I wanna see momma.” He mumbled. I put him in my arms so his head was resting on my shoulders.

It didn’t take long to walk home but Luke was snoring away in my ear.

I walked inside of YNS home and looked around. I don’t hear her anywhere? I walked to her bedroom with Luke and saw her sleeping on the bed.

She looked so beautiful.

I quietly placed Luke down next to her and headed to the kitchen.

————YNS point of view————-

I woke up to the sound of snores next to me. I opened my eyes to see Luke sleeping. I smiled at my beautiful baby and walked out to the kitchen.


“Hey lil mama.” He quickly looked at me and then back at the stove and then back at me, “nice bra.” He chuckled. I looked at my chest to see my tank top tucked into my bra. I blushed and pulled it down.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I jumped up onto the counter. Nate smiled at me and walked in between my legs.

“Cooking us dinner.” He smiled as his face neared mine and he slowly tried closing the gap in between us.

“Nate. I can’t.” I breathed as I put my hand on his chest. “I’m just grabbing a plate YN.” He laughed as he stepped back. I blushed again, something I did a lot around Nate.

He chuckled lightly and put his cooked dinner onto plates for us. I stayed on the counter and watched him.

“Nate? Why do you even want to be a family again?” He looked at me, stared for a few seconds then looked back to his pan.

“Why do I?” He asked looking at me. I shook my head yes.

“Well. Maybe because I never stopped loving you, I just thought about what’s best for you. You didn’t deserve a guy like me. Who’d never be home, you’d always worry about me and not put your life before mine. I didn’t want you to depend on me. I didn’t want you to stress over me. So I did what I thought was best and left. But then I saw you that day in the mall with Lucas. My heart shattered knowing you had a child. Part of me was wishing you weren’t married, and another part was happy for you. I wanted you though YN. You make me happy, I wanted you and that beautiful child of yours. I didn’t care if he wasn’t mine, but then I found out I was Luke’s father, I fell even more in love with you. I fell in love with him. I’m still in love with you.” He whispered the last part as he was standing in between my legs.

His hands stayed on my thighs as he looked into my eyes. He was still as beautiful as always. Nate slowly started leaning in. I closed my eyes as I waited for the feel of his lips. I could feel Nates breath ghosting over my lips.

“Momma?” I heard Luke’s voice

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My Boys - Omelia Fanfic

I had this unfinished here for a while now but tonight’s episode gave me the inspiration to finally complete it.

Basically a very fluffy Omelia story telling about their domestic married life years into their marriage.

Here goes, I hope you all like it:


Amelia was exhausted.

She was supposed to have left the hospital at 4 pm, but it was nearly 9 already and she had just finished a surgery that took much longer than expected.

Her back muscles were sore and her feet were hurt from standing up for more than eight straight hours. She was starving and in urgent need of rest, but all she could think about was going home to her boys.

After a quick but revigorating shower at the attending’s lounge bathroom, she grabbed her purse from her locker and got in the car. The drive home was a fast one, given there was barely any traffic at that hour.

She had asked her scrub nurse to text her husband from her phone few hours before, to let him know she would be late. But even so, Amelia didn’t expect to be at the hospital for so long.

After parking the car in the garage of their two-story suburban house, she tiptoed on her feet in the dark, trying not to make any noise as she went upstairs. Only a dim light was on, in the master bedroom by the end of the hall. She figured Owen must have been reading or watching TV with the lights off.

Slowly, she reached the door and heard a little boy’s voice ask in an almost begging tone:

“Dad, will you tell us a story? Please…?”

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Dreaming Alone


“The story starts where the story falls apart with you”

His soft snores filled the room while the moon’s glow fell over you.

Back towards him, you laid wide awake staring out the open window, counting the gleaming stars.

Shivering, you pulled the covers further up your body, fighting off the cool breeze that escaped in the room.

Afraid to wake him, you resisted the urge to get up and close the window, knowing the cool air helped him stay asleep.

Eyes watering, you tried to ignore the battle going on within your heart. 

Lately things hadn’t been the same at home.

Conversations became shorter.

Eye contact was often avoided.

Even his subtle kisses came scare.

You weren’t sure if you both were just growing apart or if he had found someone new.

Recently management had him spending the past few weeks going to countless writing sessions with this new up and coming singer.

A singer who was beautiful beyond existence.

A singer who had no shame in expressing her admiration for him publicly.

A singer who made everything inside you scream.

You tried so hard to push all your doubts aside. You knew he would never do something to hurt you. It was Luke for fucks sake, there wasn’t a mean bone in his body.

But she was just so perfect. 

She offered him every reason and chance to walk away from you. Walk away from the 3 years that had been spent so perfectly together.

Scared to confront him, you started to turn to Michael. Being his best friend, you assumed he would have the answers to your worries, but even he was lost.

He countlessly tried to reassure you nothing was going on between her and Luke, but you could still see the small gleam of worry in his eyes. He had also seen the shift in your world and was speechless on his own part.

Things were obviously changing.

Turning around to face Luke, you couldn’t help but give a small smile.

This was the only time you ever got the chance to catch a glimpse of the boy you loved.

Peaceful, his face was relaxed, set in the boyish feature you had once been so used to. Gone was any trace of stress or pain he normally had etched throughout his frame.

Taking a shaky hand, you lightly brushed your fingertips across his forehead, moving away his blonde hair.

Pushing yourself up, you planted a soft kiss above his brow before turning back around to face the window.

Letting out a small sob, you huddled yourself further inside the covers, wanting more than anything to just disappear for a bit.

Why did your story with him have to fall apart so soon?

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