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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: [CD drama - Scarlet Family -Vol.1] ~translation|traducción~

[Scarlet Family] [Violet Family] [Orange Family]

Hermanos del mayor + al menor -: 1.Reiji - 2.Yuma - 2.Shu - 4.Kino.

Please let me know if there are any mistakes.
Muchas gracias a @dialoversthai por haber hecho esta traducción posible!! y a @madamemalfoy21​ por ayudarme con la traducción~!


*The church bells are ringing*

Reiji: Thirteen vampires… … descendants from the same lineage, all of them divided into three
families. Destined to obtain one woman.
Kino: Agaiiin with that legend? Something like “destiny” is stupid.
Kino: We must obtain one woman, which is Eve. Once you get obtain her, you will become the Supreme King.
Reiji: Exactly. To be the Supreme King is the destiny that was imposed upon us. We must not let other family to overcome us.
Shu: Haa … … How bothersome. I’m not interested in being the Supreme King.
Reiji: Shu, this is a matter of major importance for all of us brothers. The person who obtains her, shall also obtain the world. Nevertheless, whoever gives up the fight, even if it is a vampire, shall get the worst of punishments.

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To Be or Not To Be

Let’s take a look at a picture of a quarter.  

You’ve probably both seen these and spent these here and there throughout your life.
On one side of this quarter we can see a face, we see writing, etc. No matter what you notice about this side of the quarter, you’ll probably agree that it’s worth 25 cents, a “quarter” of a dollar (which may be enough money to fill one of your tires with air…sometimes).

Let’s look at the other side. 

Same quarter, totally different picture, different writing, etc. But it has the same functional value as it did when we were looking at the first side. It’s still 25 cents, and I can still use it to buy things (like air). At the end of the day, both pictures represent one and the same thing, not two separate contradictory things. 

I believe the Church has unnecessarily created false theological paradoxes which lead to confusion, division, and even great fear within the body of Christ. It should not be so!!
For example, some have envisioned a contradiction between God’s justice and his mercy, saying “a merciful God would never allow sinners to be punished for their sins”. Even though that’s not true [our example of the synonymity of justice and mercy is in the Cross: He justly applied punishment to sin while mercifully bearing it on our behalf so that sinners don’t have to], the intellectual distinction between justice and mercy makes an error which skews the truth.
The truth isn’t the problem. There’s no paradox in God because He’s not two separate things at odds with himself. There is no “balance” in God because He’s not made up of multiple things that need balancing. God is one; He’s wholly united in himself, with himself, and there’s no contradiction in Him [James 1:17]. We don’t have to find some mysterious “balance” when it comes to the truth, we just have to see and believe what’s true.
If I perceive a contradiction, the problem is on my end. It happens when we look at spiritual things through unspiritual lenses. [John 3:3-12, 6:63 and Romans 8:5-8].
Both sides of the coin represent the same thing, even though it looks different from different angles.

That would be enough for its own blog post, but I’m going to continue. (Two-in-One post! Woah!) 

I want to apply this concept to the discussion of salvation. The classic Predestination dichotomy (A can of worms!! Oh boy…here we go).
Does God choose us, or do we choose him? Which side of the coin do we spend? This discussion has literally divided church bodies (including that of my teenage years) and set denominational boundaries that don’t need to exist because we’ve made an intellectual distinction between free will and God’s sovereignty. How silly (and wrong). 

Here’s why this is important. I’ve had too many discussions with wonderful people who struggle with legitimate fears about their personal salvation: “What if God didn’t choose me?”, they ask. “What if He saved me, but I mess up and get unsaved? What if I thought I was saved but really I’m not? How do I know either way?”
Yikes! Where do these fears come from? Jesus made it pretty clear how this works. I think these fears stem from useless and confusing teachings about one or the other “side” of the salvation coin. 

So for the sake of length, I’ll just outline the bare-boned simplicity of how Jesus preached the sureness of salvation:
If you follow Him, He will feed you. [John 6:35]
If you confess Him, He will embrace you. [Matthew 10:32]
If you draw near to Him, He will draw near to you. [James 4:8]
If you reject Him, He will reject you. [Matthew 10:33]
If you seek Him, you will find Him. [Matthew 7:7-11]
If you repent, He will honor you. [Luke 15:11-24]
If you obey Him, He will answer your prayers. [John 9:31 & 14:21] 
If you love Him, He will make his home in you. [John 14:23]
And if you believe in Him, you will be saved. [John 3:16-21]

If you do your part, He’ll do his part. He offers you a gift that only He can give, then it’s up to you to receive it and live it out. 

And if you make a mistake, fear not! Sin doesn’t keep us from God, stubbornness does. Jesus already paid the penalty for your sins. If they couldn’t stop Jesus 2000 years ago then they certainly can’t stop Him now. He knew what he was getting into. Just repent, nail that sin to the cross, (or “flush it” as I like to say”) and keep pressing on towards Jesus who has already forgiven you  for it [Philippians 3:13-16]. Boom! Easy. You’re still saved! Yay! 

So have no fear! It really is that simple. If you believe what Jesus said, your salvation is secure in Him. 
[See 1 John 3:19-24, 1 Corinthians 1:1-9, Jude 15, Philippians 1:6, 2 Corinthians 1:21-22, and John 14 and 15 for even more biblical context and support]. 

Don’t create a paradox where there is none. There may be two sides to this coin, but it’s not one or the other. At the end of the day it spends the same way anyway: If you follow Jesus, He’ll take care of the rest, both now and forever. (And he’ll even put air in your tires when you need it.) 

Forever and Always-Part One

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Originally posted by malachaisangel

Summary: For thousands of years I have done nothing but run. It appears as though everyone I love dies and I didn’t want the same for him. My love for him grows stronger and stronger with each passing day. I just wish that he knew, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I fell in love with Niklaus Mikaelson.

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

(Y/N)= Your Name
(Y/L/N)=Your Last Name

Word Count: You’re going to need to drink some coffee and have some popcorn ready because this is long!

Part Two

Characters: Reader, Klaus Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Henrik Mikaelson, Mikael Mikaelson, Esther Mikaelson.


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sam uley | imprinting [2]

sam uley. 1621 words.

previous part.

Sure enough, Sam had kept his word. In the morning, your car was parked in the driveway, though there was no sign of your saviour anywhere. He’d looked oddly irritated around you, like being in the car with you was unbearably difficult, even though he’d been the one to offer to drive you home in the first place. You didn’t understand what had happened; had he figured out that you were crushing on him and he’d decided to let you down in the gentlest way possible? Though, really, if that was the case, his way wasn’t exactly very gentle.

You quickly slipped into a numb routine – going to school, coming home, doing homework, eating dinner, going to bed. But your heart and mind were painfully fixated on Sam Uley, and it became harder and harder for you to concentrate on anything else but him. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong, and that maybe you were the reason why he’d been so cold in the car. His car – it’d had a musky, earthy scent that yours now seemed to carry, though faintly. It only tortured you more that you were so close to him and yet so far.

After a particularly devastating day at school – your English teacher had surprised the class with a test on which you’d left the entire back page blank – you wanted nothing more than to crawl under your sheets and drown your thoughts out with music. It was, therefore, very unexpected to find Sam Uley sitting on the front steps of your porch, waiting for you.

“Sam? You okay?” you asked, getting out of your car. Sam looked exhausted, with hollow cheeks and irritated eyes. Your stomach twisted violently at the thought.

“(Y/N), I need to talk to you,” he said. “Walk with me.”

You obeyed, not giving it a thought. He walked slower than usual so that you could keep up. For a while, neither of you said anything, the tension around you being so tense it was almost palpable. You could kind of picture what he was going to say – I know you like me, (Y/N), but I’m with Leah and nothing could ever happen between you and me.

It surprised you when that was not what he said.

“I broke up with Leah,” he told you.

It was like someone had taken a shovel and smacked you in the head with it. You stumbled over your own two feet in shock and then stopped walking altogether.

“What? Why?”

Sam shook his head, like he was scolding himself. “I had no choice.” His voice was thick and measured – almost too controlled, like he was struggling to keep it steady.

“What do you mean you had no choice? Did something happen?”

He gave you an expectant look. “(Y/N)… what do you know about the Quileute legends?”

The sudden change in topic made your forehead crease. You shrugged lightly. “Not much. Just what I heard around from the kids on the res.”

“Like how we’re descended from wolves?”

There was a heavy pause. You shrugged again. “I guess. But they’re just stories, though.” Another pause. “Right?”

Sam looked deeply in your eyes again, like he was searching them for something even he couldn’t identify. His gaze was so fierce, so strong that it made the hair on your arms rise. It was intimate, very intimate, and you wondered whether that was how he’d looked at Leah.

He started walking again, and with slightly more hesitation this time, you followed.

It felt an awful lot like a cruel joke, and yet the terrifying part was that it wasn’t. There was nothing funny about it. It was like the beginning of a nightmare, one you knew you could never wake up from.

Sam Uley was a werewolf.

And not the Hollywood version, either. No full moons or silver bullets; instead, he shook out of his human shell at will and turned into a bear-sized wolf with fur black as night. When he’d changed in front of you, you could’ve sworn your heart had actually stopped for a good moment.  

Even hours later after you were safely tucked away in bed, you still couldn’t wrap your head around it. He’d explained the truth behind the Quileute legends – the truth that had been staring you in the face all along – and you wanted to accept it so badly. But how could you when all your life, you’d been taught that his very existence was only a myth?

And then there’d been the whole imprinting thing. If the wolf part was crazy, the idea that you were his soulmate was even more so. You’d known him for longer than you could remember and he’d never once showed any interest in you. Leah had been the object of his affection – only Leah and no one else.

“I didn’t know you were the one,” he explained. “I didn’t know until I saw you for the first time after I shifted.”

You shook your head. “But Leah—”

“It’s killing me that I have to do this to her,” Sam whispered, voice breaking. “But you’re it, (Y/N). You were made for me.”

It had been so hard to see him so vulnerable and open, especially when he was finally giving you what you wanted. You’d always dreamed of him kissing you instead of Leah, of him being yours instead of hers. But now that you were actually faced with the possibility of a future with Sam, it scared you.

You’d told him that you needed some time to think it over. He told you to take all the time in the world, though you could tell it had pained him greatly to say that. And it pained you, too. Being apart from him when you really didn’t have to seemed to tear you apart on the inside.

Maybe he was right and the two of you were meant to be together. You’d felt it since the first moment you’d ever laid your eyes on him, and even if it had taken him years to realize it, it was better late than never. Still, there was a problem.


You didn’t know her well enough, but you knew very well what it felt like to have the person you love fall hard for someone else. You may have been Sam’s soulmate but he knew Leah better than he knew you and they had history. You couldn’t erase years of love with just one glance at someone else, imprint or no imprint.

Sam was waiting on your porch again when you came home from school. He obviously thought he’d given you enough time, and it really had been generous. A week to mull it over — surely, it had to have hurt him to see you be so indecisive.

You took in a deep breath and got out of the car. Already, a knot was forming in your throat. Sam opened his mouth to speak, but you were quicker.

“Listen before you say anything, okay?” He nodded and you exhaled shakily. “Sam, believe it or not, I’ve been in love with you since the second I met you. Before you were a” — you winced — “wolf. And it felt like I’d been kicked a thousand times in the gut when I found out you and Leah were dating.”

He didn’t say anything, but the guilt on his face was very visible.

You ran a frustrated hand through your hair. “Sam — this is such bullshit. There is no love at first sight. It’s stupid. And you’re willing to walk all over Leah — the girl who gave you every part of herself and more — so that you could conform to some insane Quileute legend.”

Sam shook his head gravely. “You still don’t understand, do you? Imprinting isn’t a choice.”

“No, but acting on it is.” Your eyes stung. “I’ve wished for a long time that one day you would realize that you’re really in love with me, and that you’d break up with Leah over it. But now that it did, I can’t help but feel guilty. It’s always going to be there at the back of my mind, nagging. The idea that I stole someone’s boyfriend.”

“You didn’t steal anything.” Sam gritted his teeth. “I want to be with who I’m supposed to be with. You still don’t get it, (Y/N). Imprinting on you has made me so much more aware of everything — of how you used to always come down to the beach and hang around with people you didn’t even know just so you could be near me; or how your cheeks always flushed pink whenever I talked to you; or how you’d sometimes walk for miles around La Push just so you could run into me.”

Hearing him say that out loud made you grimace. “It sounds pathetic on my part, doesn’t it?” you sighed.

“No, it doesn’t. You were in love. And now I’m telling you that I feel something for you. That all those things made a difference.” Sam’s tone was pleading. “Please, (Y/N).”

If he’d said anything more, you swore you would have started crying. The look on his face tugged at your heartstrings and played them like a harp. Nothing had ever felt more right than the idea of being with Sam Uley, so why had you fought it so much?

You took Sam’s hand in yours. He pressed it to his lips, and pulled you firmly against his chest. He warmed you down to your bones with the insane temperature of his skin; it was a pleasant heat that spread through your body and took away any doubts you had.

This was where you belonged. 

The art of madness || 4

pairing: hoseok x oc

genre: angst | mature theme (?)

word count: 2k

The art of madness: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

(don’t) leave - chapter 4

“Why is he touching your hand?”

That is the message I get after 40 minutes of silence. And by silence I mean my phone that had stopped vibrating for awhile. My eyes scan the area around me and Sejin and as expected, it is easy for me to find Hoseok trying to hide behind a car.

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my mother: can i borrow twenty dorrars

me: no its my money i earned it and also i know youre just gonna blow it on cigarettes


Uh-oh. I'm Dead.

Anon request: i just wanted to say i think your blog is really good. also, can I have a Supernatural imagine where the reader sneaks out to hunt and gets caught by Sam and Dean (her brothers) while sneaking back in. i know there are imagines like this, but I like your writing. thank you
Thank you Nonnie! This was so much fun to do! I hope you like it!

Tags: @the-third-winchester-warrior​, @winchesters-favorite-girl

Summary: You, the Winchester’s younger sister have returned from sneaking out for a secret hunt and come back to find your brothers none too happy with you. Set around season 4.
Warnings: None
Y/N=your name
Y/M/N=your middle name

Age: 15-18 (but pick whatever you want, they just about all work)

You run your fingers along your newly earned hunk of cash one more time before slipping it back into your pocket. $600. Not too shabby. A smirk on your face, you creep up to the motel room where your brothers lay asleep. You absentmindedly brush at the beer stain on your shirt for another time. The salt and burn you found while Sam and Dean hit one dead end after another on their current case had paid off. No harm done to anyone. Except the ghost whose bones you just torched. You take out your lock pick set and quickly undo the door. Opening it silently, you see the lights are still off. You shut the door.

The lights flick on. Uh-oh. I’m dead.

There your brothers sat, not asleep as you originally thought, but wide awake with two death glares.

“Um…bit early to be up, isn’t it?” You attempt to comment nonchalantly.

Dean nods his head slowly. “Uh-huh. Way too early, wouldn’t you say so Sammy?”

“Yep.” Man, if looks could kill, you’d have died, come back to life, and died two more times.

Dean points to a chair across from the motel beds. “Sit. Talk. Now.”

You obey Dean’s order. “Look, guys, I can explain-”

“You better,” Sam chides. “Because right now, I’m not sure if I want to strangle you or hug you for coming back.”

“I always come back Sam! It’s not like this is the first time I’ve snuck out.” The words pop out before you can take them back. You close your mouth tightly realizing what you just admitted.

“You what?!” Dean shouts.

“Dean, just let me talk-”

“Hold on.” Dean comes towards you sniffing suspiciously. He takes a whiff off your shirt. “You smell like beer!” he scolds.

“Y/N Y/M/N Winchester, were you out drinking?!” Sam accuses.

“Geez, Sam! No!!” You try to defend yourself. “I hate alcohol! You know that!”

Dean replies gruffly, “Right now, the only thing I know is that you’re about to lose hunting privileges for the next month.”

You pale a little. “Don’t you dare.”

“You better start explaining then what the hell you were up to then in the middle of the night.” Dean keeps his voice quiet and deadly. That was even worse than yelling. “Because I am one word away from putting you on house arrest at Bobby’s.”

You swallow hard. “While you two were playing Agents Mulder and Scully, I, uh, found a ghost haunting a kid on the house just up the block. I knew you wouldn’t take care of it with this big monster right now, so I, uh, solved it myself.” You half-shrug. “Went out, salted and burned the bones,” you finish.

“That doesn’t explain the beer on your shirt,” Sam retorts angrily,

You pull out the stack of cash from your back pocket. “I passed by a bar on the way back. Some sad sack was hustling people at the pool tables when he couldn’t play crap. I went in, made him a bet all or nothing I couldn’t take him down in ten minutes. He accepted. I schooled him. When he got pissed that a girl creamed him, he tried to pick a fight and spilled his beer on me.” You smirk a little remembering. “I taught him why most people don’t mess with me.”

Sam stands up suddenly pacing in front of you. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? You could’ve been arrested! Or worse!”

“Y/N, it’s bad enough you not only admitting you sneak out on secret hunts, but hunting and bar bouncing?” Dean shakes his head, clutching the bridge of his nose. “It’s like you’re trying to get caught.”

“Dean, I was out helping people! Isn’t that our job?”

“It’s also our job to make sure that none of us end up in jail because of what we do!” Sam counters. “And how is winning a game of pool in a bar helping people?!”

“This creep wouldn’t leave the waitress alone. She kept trying to earn cash back and was losing. She was almost in tears, Sam, and no one was doing anything! So I stepped in.” You gesture to the money on table next to you. “I split what I won with her 60-40. And the ghost I took care of? You guys would’ve skipped over it and that kid would still be stuck with his freaky stepdad haunting his room at night!”

Dean starts counting the huge wad of cash. “This is only 40 percent?” he asks incredulously.

“Dean!” Sam protests.

He clears his throat. “Look, Y/N, Sammy’s right. Doing this kind of stuff, especially the hunting part, without us knowing could end up getting you seriously hurt. And I don’t want to see that happen to you.”

“Thank you, Dean!” Sam concurs. “Hunting’s not a game! You of all people should know this!”

Your face darkens at Sam’s words. “Don’t remind me,” you mutter.

“My point exactly! Doing this kind of crap without us knowing might get you killed! Why on earth would you want to do that?”

You hang your head. “I’m sorry guys. I just…felt like I needed to be doing more. With you two taking on the big cases and trying to find Lilith, I just…I dunno…felt like I wasn’t pulling my weight.” You wipe away a tear before the boys see.

Sam softens his gaze in realization. Dean speaks up. “You kidding me? You’re one of the people we depend on most! Any monster we don’t know, you’re the first to figure it out. Every time Sam and I get caught? You burst in saving our hides time after time again, unfailing,” he assures you.

“Y/N, you do more than enough for us. There’s nothing for you to prove.”

You smile a little. “Thanks guys.” Sam holds out his arms and you immediately embrace your big brother. He holds you close, gently stroking the top of your head. You lean your head against his chest, his rough plaid shirt rubbing against your face.

You look into Sam’s face. “So does this mean I’m good?”

“Oh, far from it Sis,” Sam half laughs bitterly.

“So close,” you whisper to yourself.

“Right now, you’re grounded.” Dean sentences you.


“Yep. Research duty only until further notice.”

“C’mon, Dean!”

“Unless you want to wash Baby for the next three months.”

“Fine,” you mutter. “I’ll do your stupid research,” you say with a small grin.

Dean points at you. “Watch it or I’ll add in laundry duty also.”

“Don’t be that cruel, Dean!” Sam remarks. He walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. You sit down on the bed across from Dean.

“So, did he run?” Dean asks quietly.


“The guy at the bar. Did he run after you were done with him?”

You grin at your brother. “Like a mouse from a cat.”

Dean leans over and rumples your hair. “That’s my lil sis.”


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Requested: Yes! By liziihorta!

Prompt: “ Hey! Can you do a smut? That you are a chimera and Theo is your new Alpha and he makes you his submissive?  ”

Fandom: Teen Wolf 

Character: Theo Raeken 

Word Count: 3.146

Warnings: SMUT, Theo fucking Raeken, Submissive-Dominant relationship 

Type: Smut

Author’s Note: I hope this doesn’t suck as much as I think it does :c Oh, and I’m really sorry if its bad, okay? Every time I write a smut I’m scared that it looks like rape, but I hope it doesn’rt! 

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anonymous asked:

Can you explain the song "Holding onto you"? Thank you! I really like your opinions :)

A more detailed explanation of this song is to come as well, but I shall give you a brief summary of the song!

Holding Onto You is a really important song to me, as it was my first Twenty One Pilots song I’ve ever heard in my life. Through extremely well thought out poetry, Holding Onto You describes the urgency and importance of holding onto someone dearly, possibly even to live. I know that doesn’t sound very promising, but I’m getting there. 

The verses describe depressive urges and the state of agony someone with mental illness are in, such as the lines of “Tie a noose around your mind, loose enough to breathe fine and tie it to a tree tell ‘em you belong to me this ain’t a noose this is a leash and I have news for you you must obey me” which is talking about trying to control your mind and actually function properly without having urges to hurt or destroy yourself. 

The chorus, the truly amazing chorus describes how someone dear to one can have an impact on one’s life. 

“You are surrounding
all my surrounding 
sounding down the mountain range
of my left side brain.
You are surrounding
all my surroundings 
twisting the kaleidoscope
behind both of my eyes.”  

When someone is dear to you like that, they are everywhere. Surrounding everything. They change how you see and what you see, they impact you so much and they’re just everything to you. When you live for someone like that, that is how you feel. Like they’re twisting the kaleidoscope behind your eyes. 

I hope this was helpful! A more in-depth analysis will be coming in probably a while but hopefully this snippet was enough for you to chew on. Thanks for the ask!

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One Last Time

This is the 2nd part to One More Time… lol thought the title was appropriate. I was a little inspired by Ariana Grande’s single ‘One Last Time’Here is the link to the first part: One More Time

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Enjoy lovelies.

Justin heard a knock at the door. Rushing to the door to end the knocking before whoever it was woke up Jia.

As he opened the door, he looked at whom he thought he would never see again.

“Justin, who’s at the door?”,  I came down in a little robe that left very little to the imagination.

“You’re not going to invite me inside, Justin” Keisha smirked.

Keisha. Jia’s mother.

I looked at the despicable women, what the fuck was she doing at my mother fucking house?

Why would this bitch decide to come back now out of all times.

I all of a sudden felt insecure to Keisha who was around Justin’s age range. I remembered how much Justin was in love with her, I looked at Justin to stop my irrational jealousy of Keisha. But it only made it worse.

Justin was lost in a stupor. Keisha knew the pull she had on him.

I had to be strong for the both of us. I felt myself internally scream. I quickly got my shit together.

“You need to leave”. I said harshly. “Comeback in the morning if you want to talk about shit, good night”, I slammed the door in Keisha’s face.

Justin looked over to me like he was about to explain his trance.

“Don’t. Spare me the details” I said weakly. I rushed into the room before I could do something stupid like cry.

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I was so upset. Too angry to cry, I wanted to hit myself upside the head for ever believing him. I saw the truth written all over his face.

I paced up and down my room.

How could Keisha just come back acting like she didn’t leave her daughter. She didn’t even want Jia to begin with. All of sudden she wants to be in the girl’s life.

After I raised the child, loved the child as my own. I was Jia’s mother, I don’t care what title I was given. I provided for her, I took care of her. I think of her when I’m away, she is my concern, even when Justin and I are not talking.

Keisha threatened my relationship with Jia. She was going to take away my daughter from me, my family away from me. 

Fuck that bitch, she was obviously unstable. I mean she was over here waltzing looking for Justin, like she never had a daughter in the first place. 

I wanted to punch that bitch into next week. She only cared about herself. She was selfish. 

Why all of sudden she decided to come back now. 

I wanted to adopt Jia.

Of course he was still in love with her.

I couldn’t compete with his first love, she was Jia’s biological mother. 

Not to mention she was fucking gorgeous even with her psychotic attributes.

I saw my perfect family slipping away from me. I felt so weak. I just gave myself to Justin. I wanted him, the whole him. I realized that I couldn’t have a deeper relationship with him.

It was because he was incapable of loving me back. 

It hurt. I could feel the walls of my chest caving in. Too much pressure. There was a tightness in my chest. I felt my shoulders rack with quiet sobs.

I held in the pain making each cry louder and louder. I cried for the loss of Jia, the loss of Justin. I already gave up. Why set myself up for failure? I needed to prepare myself for the hurt that Justin was about to put me through.

I heard a knock from outside of my door. I hurriedly wiped my tears before putting on a brave front. I was gonna get through this.

I forced myself to open the door, and a dumbfounded Justin was under the door frame.

We stared at one another before we both started to speak. He was probably studying my puffy face.

“I wanted to-” 

“What?” I sighed. “You go first” I bit my lip.

“I wanted to talk to you about what just happened” He looked at me cautiously.

“You don’t have to, I understand you don’t want me-” 

“Sasha will you shut up and listen for once. Stop assuming things and acting like you know shit when you don’t” He quickly cuts me off. 

“Fine” I said petulantly.

“Sit on the bed, we are going to talk about this whether you want to or not” 

I obeyed him angrily. He trapped me into a figurative corner.

“Sasha, there is a lot going through my head right now. I always want you. I’m going to want you until I can’t do anything about it anymore. But that doesn’t change our situation. I will always love Keisha, she is the mother of my child. What kind of person would I be if I denied the rights to Jia’s mother. Wouldn’t Jia be angry with me in the future. Listen, I’m trying to do right. You know how my life was growing up, I didn’t have good parents until your father took me in. You’ve got to understand why I have to give her chance. We might have to put us on hold for right now, but don’t make any hash decisions” He finished. 

I gave him an incredulous look. Make any hash decisions? No. What happens to me if he chooses that bitch, what happens to me. He has got me ten types of fucked up if he thought I was going to just sit around here waiting until I was booted out of my own damn house.

“You know what Justin, don’t act like you are doing something for the greater good, like you are looking out for me and Jia, when you are only looking out for yourself. Our father was your real father. Blood doesn’t prove family, actions prove family. Keisha left Jia, left you. What makes you she is gonna up and walk out again when shit hits the fan, when being a mother gets to be too much for her again. She didn’t even want Jia in the first place, you had to beg her to keep Jia. You want Jia to know about that. You should know better than anyone what a parent is. I survived with out my real mother. Jia doesn’t need her real mother. I take care of her, I feed her, I love her, I will do anything for Jia, you honestly think I’m not that child’s mother. I’m the closest thing she has had to a mother” I breathe in, I continue my rant.

“Justin, what do you mean not make any rash decisions, huh? You mean leave, so you want me to watch my family invite some other woman, into my house, watch her build a relationship with my daughter and my fucking man while I’m kept on the sides. Fuck you Justin, I hate you so much. I don’t know why I always have to prove myself to you. I’m worthy of you Justin, and your the only one who doesn’t see it. I will do anything for you and Jia. That’s erased because Jia’s birth giver has walked back into your life. You don’t love her, you love what she represents, and she represents that age you want, the realness you strive for because you wanted your real parents to love you until you realized they were never gonna give a shit about you” I said in a heated breath.

“I won’t allow you to hurt me, not anymore” I croaked. My eyes watered down my face. 

He wrapped me in his strong arms and I felt my hardened exterior weaken. I cried into the side of his neck, I felt my warm tears wash any anger I had for him away. I already knew what was gonna happen.

I was too scared to give him an ultimatum. So I held on to what I could before I had to say good bye to the only man I have ever loved.

She will probably give him everything I could not. He is everything and I’m nothing without him. Who was I kidding?

How would I move on from this.

But I had to. 

So one last time I held him in my arms. Just one more time.

I didn’t care that she still took up space in his heart. I just wanted him to hold me in his arms one last time before I had to let him go. 

We laid in my bed as my tears dried. I know he could never love me. I know she was everything. 

I hope he finds the love in her that he couldn’t find in me. 

I kissed him one last time.

I held him one last time.

I loved him one last time.

I finally let him go.

We sat at a public restaurant, Justin sitting next to me while Keisha sat across from us. 

I was silent. Justin basically chose her over me. I was simply replaced like a new doll. 

I hadn’t said anything to the woman. 

We both looked at Keisha waiting for her to speak with us. Redeem herself.

“Why is she here?” Keisha flared her nose. I simply looked at Justin with a raised eyebrow.

“Well when you decided to leave Jia in the hospital and disappear for three years, my adoptive sister took care of Jia, she is Jia’s mother figure. You have met Sasha before, don’t act brand new” Justin snapped.

“That’s not fair” Keisha whispered.

“That’s rich coming from you, you left Keisha, you didn’t want to be in my daughter’s life” Justin heatedly growled.

“I understand that I might have begged you to keep Jia and that was wrong of me to ask you to keep her. But you had her Keisha, I thought for sure you would fall in love with her once you saw her, just like I did. I apologize if I made you feel alone, I’m so sorry if you went through something, but I would have never known because you left with out a goodbye. I loved you Keisha with everything, I wanted to marry you some day, you left me and your daughter with nothing but to guess that we were the reasons you left. Tell me why you left”

“I didn’t want to be a mother Justin, I was too young, I had my life in front of me, I thought I was making hash decisions, I didn’t know if I could spend the rest of my life with you, I had to know I wasn’t making the wrong choices. My father gave me a way out, he said he would fly me away and I could start over. So I left” 

“You are 30 years old Keisha, what do you mean too young. We were engaged. Jia wasn’t a something you decide to return back. Did you even think about us”

“I thought about you everyday Justin, you have to understand”

“Did you think about Jia, at all? What makes you want to be a mother now”

“Uh I love you Justin, can I at least meet her” Keisha hesitated. 

Thats when I felt a fire emerge from within my core.

“No you don’t, if you had any remorse, you would have told Justin why you left from the start, if you weren’t so fucking selfish, you would have explained to him, wrote him letters, you wouldn’t just pick up and leave, leave your fiancee and your kid behind, what kind of person does that to the people they love. You don’t have any clue what love is. I would say you love yourself, but you don’t, because if you can’t even love something that is a part of you, I don’t think you can love the whole you. Since you came back, its all been about Justin, what you think Justin is just going to take you back and act like you didn’t break his heart, that when Jia was screaming and crying for a mother to feed her, Justin couldn’t do anything for his daughter” I scoff.

“I am Jia’s mother, so I wouldn-” I stopped her from talking by holding my hand in her face.

“You are not her mother Keisha. You didn’t hold her at 3 o’clock in the morning while she had colic, you didn’t rush her to hospital when she had a fever, and you didn’t kiss her hurt away when scrapped her knee outside, you weren’t there for her first word, when learned how to walk or to talk. YOU WEREN’T HERE. You didn’t change her diaper, you didn’t potty train her, you don’t even know what she is allergic too or what her favorite juice, you don’t know what she can and cannot eat, you don’t know her favorite book or her favorite cartoon, you didn’t love her enough to tell her goodbye. I pack her lunch, I take her to day care, I ask her about her day, I bathe her, I put her to bed, I play with her, she is my everything, there is not a moment where I am not thinking about Jia, she is my family, there is not wall I wouldn’t climb for this girl. I sure as hell wouldn’t leave her and that was the first thing you did. So you are not her mother, she doesn’t know you. I hope she never will” I breathed. I had tears streaming down my face. I quickly wiped them. They were from the anger that burned through out my veins.

“It so fucked up because the first thing you wanted was Justin, dude shouldn’t you be asking for your kid. You carried her for nine months, don’t you feel anything. You are putting on act, I see right through you. Justin might forgive you, but I will not, I won’t put my daughter in harms way, especially in the likes of you. You can’t take care of a kid, you don’t want to take care of a kid. You hurt Jia in any way I will fuck you up, I don’t care, you fuck with my family and I will end you” I glared at Keisha.

“This is my fami-” Keisha began I was about to cut her off but Justin was quicker.

“ENOUGH. Keisha, I was going to give you a chance, hear you out, but you’re so selfish. You are not here for Jia, you are here for yourself. You have no where to go. You signed away your rights, you didn’t want Jia, thats the last thing I had ever gotten from you, that was your goodbye. You threw us out like we were trash. Jia is nothing to you. We are not family, Jia is definitely not your family. I am not your family. You have a nice life. C’mon Sasha we are leaving” 

Justin got up from the table and threw a couple of 20′s on the table before he grabbed my hand walking out of the restaurant. 

Once we got to our car, he look apologetic.

“I’m sorry Sasha” he hugged me. I just nodded. “I want to ask you something, I know we have been wanting this for a while, but I want you to be more than Jia aunt, you were her mother from the start, I want you to adopt Jia” 

I felt my eyes water. I couldn’t contain my emotions. Of course. I loved that kid so much. I looked into Justin’s eyes. I hugged him fiercely not wanting to let go. I nodded before getting out a few yeses.

I thought that was going to be the last time I would hug Justin.

3 months later……

“Okay okay okay, one last time before we go to bed” I giggled at Jia.

“Okay mommy” Jia smiled amusedly. She knew I would give in to her. She thought she was slick but I knew exactly what she was doing. 

I kind of wanted her to ask me again anyways. I loved her.

I began to read her bed time story once again. Half way into the story, Jia was knocked out. I closed the book and kissed my baby on her temple before tucking her in again once more. 

I turned on her night light before shutting the ceiling light off. I watched sleep soundly.

To think that I was almost going to give her up to Keisha.

We ended up getting a restraining order against her. The court ruled me legally Jia’s mother. I never cried so hard in my life.

I stood in the door frame one last time before leaving, I closed her door ajar before leaving the hallway. I went to turn to my room but I bumped into Justin’s strong body, bouncing me back.

“Shit, you scared me” I put my hand on my chest.

“Well, its not my fault that I got to sneak up on you in order to talk to you these days” He shaded me.

“I talk to you” I said. It was for Jia’s sake, I wouldn’t say we were close.

“Not like you used to” Justin sighs.

“Well, you know why?” I avoided confrontation and passed by him. I was quickly pulled into him.

His face so close to mine. I pushed his chest further away from mine to give me some space.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” I squeaked and turned my face, curving his intense stare. 

“You know why?” He breathed on to my neck. I closed my eyes loving the feeling. I felt my panties become moist.

“I can’t compromise my relationship with Jia. I’m sorry but I don’t want to be your second choice Justin. I will not allow myself that. We both have to move on.

“Sasha, I’m so sorry that I hurt you but you gotta give me a chance… I’m in love with you baby girl, and that ain’t gonna change any time soon. I have made mistakes and I was trying to make the right choices, I realized that you were there all along, I should have chose you but it doesn’t matter because regardless of the fact I’m gonna choose you over any other woman because you’re family. I’ll take care of you and Jia, and I will prove to you I’m worth that chance everyday" 

I could barely comprehend his confession. I decide to hear him out.

"I’m not gonna tell you one more time, if you mess up, we are done, you hear me”

“I promise” he raises his hands in defense.

He pulls me into a hug, into his warm strong muscular arms. I just sigh in content. This is all I wanted. I felt at home.

“So you’ll finally give me a lil something something” Justin whispered in my ear. I let go of his arms and walked into his room with him on my tail.

“We’ll see, Daddy” I winked before dropping my clothes on the floor.

That wasn’t gonna be the last time I called him Daddy either.

Letters to Draco

Request: Hello! Could you possibly write a 5th year Draco imagine where you just got a letter to Hogwarts and you both first meet in Diagon Alley. He’s really nice to you (in a you know you both like each other kind of way) and you send really sweet letters back and forth for the rest of summer. When you get to Hogwarts and are sorted into Gryffindor he starts ignoring you and you don’t understand why. It ends with them together, but you can choose how it happens. :) Thank you so so much!!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x (Y/N)

Word Count: 1,334

A/N: This is the longest one-shot I have ever written, I got really carried away with it, I loved playing with the character of Draco as a first year. Hope it is somewhat decent, let me know. :) 

Mentions of death/heaven in the later part. I don’t own Harry Potter. I also got really emotional at the end…

You were excited, there was no denying it. There was a spring to your step and smile plastered onto your rosy face as you almost skipped across the cobblestone street crowded with wizards and witches. The piece of yellowed parchment was still clutched tightly in your left fist while your right was free to hold your new wand. There was an air of… magic… which hung in the air over Diagon alley, both old and young wizards peering into old glass shop windows while talking happily, the hoots of owls and occasional bangs from various shops only added to the ruckus. You had never felt more at home as you sighed and shut your eyes briefly, breathing in the experience and excitement of being one of them, magical. “Sorry!” You felt a sudden impact to your chest as you were hurtled from the street and into the gutter, expelling a sharp breath of air as you made contact with the ground. “I’m so sorry.” The voice of a young boy spoke again, this time offering a slender hand towards your general direction. 

Cautiously you looked up at your ‘attacker,’ surprised to find that he was not much older than you, fine wispy platinum blonde hair covered his hair and edged slightly towards his face, framing his slender face as a mask of sophistication. “Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” He smiled as he released your hand, pulling you firmly to your feet. “And you must be?” He hinted, his eyebrows raising slightly. “(Y/N).” You replied quickly, clearing your throat. “(Y/N), (Y/L/N).” He offered another smile at this, now gesturing towards your acceptance letter still held in your grasp. “Hogwarts?” You nodded in response, blushing slightly under his gaze. “I’m going too, first year next year, Father says it will be the proudest moment of his life when he finds out his only son will be a Slytherin.” He pulled at his robes slightly, puffing out his chest in pride, a small smirk crossing his features. “Anyway.” He returned to reality. “I’ll help you with the last of your shopping, Mother’s already got all of mine sorted.” You nodded intently before following him off into the streets of Diagon Alley.

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“I can’t believe you just said that.”

Request from anon: Imagine where you’re Sammy’s girlfriend but his bitchy ex is pregnant, and she goes into labour. At the hospital Sammy practically ignores you making you feel like he doesn’t want to be with you, but with his ex and new baby instead and so you go to leave and stuff but Sam is actually in love with you and wants to be with you. Thanks!


“Aww, babe look!” I melted in cuteness holding up 2 pairs of baby shoes. “These are so cute.” I sang out, sorting out all these baby things to put into the baby room. “You are so excited about this, aren’t you?” He asks. “I just love babies and their small feet and hands and little gurgles and baby smell. I can’t wait to have a baby with you.” I said unconsciously, folding all the clothes. I look up at him staring at me with a big smile on his face. “What?” “I can’t believe you just said that.” He looks at me. “Said what?” “You said you can’t wait to have a baby with me.” He smiles cheeky. “No I didn’t,” I denied, not remembering. “Yeah you did.” “No i didn’t.” “You did so.” “Did not.” He gets up from the couch and bends over to kiss my head. “I can’t wait either.” As he walks into the baby room putting the clothes and shoes in the drawers. I look down at the onesie I was holding, smiling to myself reading it, “#1 Dad.” 

“SAAAAMMMM!!!!!!” The door flies open and slams. I sighed to myself, “Shut up.” I looked over and saw Jessa’s ready to pop pregnant ass walk pass the living room and into the baby room. “What Jessa?” I heard him through the walls. “Do you have my bags all packed and shit? Your bags packed and shit? Baby coming soon. And as much as I fucking hate you, I still want you there every second of delivery, because YOU did THIS to me.” I heard her emphasize. “Yes Jessa.” He sounded annoyed. “Mines and your bag is packed. Did you want me to pack your bitch ass boyfriend’s too.” “No he already did his own. He’s grown.” She says as I rolled my eyes and they get into an argument. Her boyfriend walks into the house, looking at me, “Sup.” “Hey.” I rolled my eyes again. Not only is Jessa a bitch, her boyfriend is a pussy ass bitch. Not saying this because I hate him I’m saying this because he really is. How in the hell her boyfriend 18 and already asking her to marry her. AND HE initiated a fight between this guy in honor of “Jessa’s love” He loses and brakes his arm. Definitely took an L. 

They all come out of the baby room, looking angered and pissed. “And I don’t want HER near the baby!” She points at me, making me get up to stand next to Sam. “And why not? She’s my girlfriend!” Sam yells at her. “I don’t want the baby to get confused on who is her parent! I’M the mom! Not her!” “If HE gets to be around the baby, so does she.” “He’s my fiancé.” She says all lovey dovey to him. “Your fiancé don’t even got a job.” I blurted. “Neither do you.” She yells at me. “I’m a waitress and a bartender. I make more money in TIPS in one day than you do in a week.” “I don’t want some bartender bitch around my baby!” She says, trying to find excuses to not have me around the baby. “It’s not like I’m going to serve alcoholic drinks to the baby!” I tried fighting but Sam wraps his arm around my waist calming me down. 

“Just stay away fr- Oh shit.” She bends over holding her stomach. “I-I think-” She couldn’t finish her sentence so she screamed. “SHIT!” I yelled running to her holding her up a little, “Her water broke!” I yelled to the boys who were freaking out. “SAM! THE BAGS! DAVID! THE CAR! GO! THE BABY IS COMING! LET’S GO!!!” I motioned them to hurry up. I sat her down, making her do her breathing exercises. I walk her to the car as we sped to the hospital so she could give birth. After hours of waiting in the waiting room, Sam comes out sweaty, “Would you like to meet my son?” I stood there shocked, nodding. We go where the babies were kept after giving birth and we go inside. “Meet Jackson Nazz Wilkinson.” As he holds him. “Nazz?” I raised my eyebrows. “It was the best I could do combining Nate and Swazz.” He shrugs. “Interesting.” I said, looking at Jackson. 

“Hey I brought some food for you guys and more spare clothes for you guys and the baby.” I walked into the room, putting don the bags. I look at Sam and Jessa holding the baby, talking all nice to each other, laughing. “What’s going on here?” I stood next to David. “They’ve been at it all day.” He sounds annoyed. “They’ve been acting like a real family, like we don’t even exist.” He looks at me. I look back at Sam, “Hey babe, I brought your favorite. You hungry?” I say loud for him to hear me. He just ignores me, continuing to talk to Jessa and making baby talk to the baby. “They are new parents. Can’t be anything.” I tried to shrug it off. “Wait till you have to be with them for more than 2 hours then you’ll see what I’m talking about.” I just sighed, “Come on, you hungry? I brought food and an extra set of clothes for you too.” I waved him towards the things as he grabs his clothes to change as I watch Sam and Jessa, basically hit it off again. Like they were one happy couple, like they never broke up. 

“Here brought some coffee.” David hands me a cup and going to Jessa and Sam, offering it to them but they ignore him still even after being here for 4 hours. He rolls his eyes and sets it on the table in front of them and sits next to me. “See?” He points at them, grabbing the coffee that “magically” appeared in front of them. “We are invisible to them.” He takes a sip. “How mad are you?” I asked him. “On a scale of 1-10? 11. You?” “11.” I said sadden by this. “Hey,” He bends his back more to look up at my face, “I just wanted to say I’m sorry about everything. Especially these past few months. I know I’ve been a total douche but that’s only because you’re the ex’s new beau. It’s like a given to hate each other. And her first kid belongs to her ex. Of course I’m going to be pissed a little. That should be mine!” “You’re 18! You shouldn’t be wanting a kid right now saying it’s yours.” “I know but, if I’m with a girl who is having a kid, I want it to be mines. No one else’s.” “So why still stick around?” I asked and he looks at me soft, “Why do you still stick around Sam if he’s having a baby with another girl?” “Because I love him…” “I love her too. That’s why we stuck around. Cause we love them. So why leave someone you love?” I look at Sam and Jessa with Jackson, “Because they might love someone else..” I sighed out. 

2 days passes by and it’s like we are their invisible servants. Everything appears and disappears like magic. David and I talked sometime but other times we just sat there, watching tv, listening to Sam’s and Jessa’s conversation. How the baby is going to dress, what the baby is going to do in the future, what kind of music they are going to expose him to, the hair style he’ll have, etc. It got annoying after awhile because they just kept ignoring us. I walk in to see Jessa frowning asleep on Sam’s shoulder, leaning his head on hers and rocking Jackson. “Hey babe, can you get me some water?” He says softly. “Oh, now you want to talk to me?” I said bluntly, but obeying what he asked. “What’s with the attitude?” He scrunches his eyebrows at me. “I don’t know, maybe because I’ve been here for 3 days straight and this is the first time you’re talking to me!!” I whispered at him, putting the water on the table. “What are you talking about? This is the first time I’m seeing you in 3 days.” He says. 

I just look at him funny, “I’ve BEEN here for 3 days. Giving you food, drinks, change of clothes, magazines. I’ve been doing that all for you. And THIS is the first time you’re seeing me?” “Can you NOT be so angered around the baby and Jessa! You might upset them!” He tells me. I threw my hands in the air, groaning, walking out the door. “Here, I’ll take over.” I hear David say as I heard them switch position. I hear footsteps coming from behind me, “HEY! What’s the matter, huh? You’ve never been so mad like this!” “I’m mad at you!” “If you were so mad at me, why did you keep coming back here.” “Because I fucking love you. Because I said I was going to be there.” “So are you really mad?” “YES! I’m mad because you have been IGNORING me this whole time. I’m mad because you’ve been spending all your time with Jessa. I’m mad because I feel like i’m not part of this equation anymore. I’m mad because I feel like you want to get back together with her.” I felt myself fluster. “You think I want to get back together with her?!” His eyes squint at me as I nod. 

“I can’t believe you just said that.” He shakes his head laughing. “Of course I don’t want to be with her! She’s fucking insane! I want to be with you and only you. Because I love you. Because you are an amazing girl. Because you are so beautiful inside and out.” He kisses my forehead. “Come here.” He extends his arm out and I grab his hand as he leads me back into the room. We stood at the doorway, looking at Jessa, David and Jackson. “Do you see that?” He points. “Jessa is happy with him. When her head was leaning on my shoulder, she was frowning. But now that she’s leaning on David, she’s smiling. And when I was leaning my head on hers, I was imagining it to be yours. He makes her happy. You make me happy. That’s that.” He looks at me. “I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you. But because I did, Jessa and I got a lot of talk about the baby and what’s to be done. Who gets him when, how we’re going to dress him, when he’s going to get haircuts, how birthday are going to work out. I even fought for you so you could be around her.” “What did she say?” “I said yes.” I heard a voice as I turned to Jessa and David. 

“Look, I know I’ve been a bitch. I know I’m insane and crazy. And I want to apologize. I just, it’s tough not having the biological parents of little Jackson here together. It’s hard for me to accept that. but it’s happening. And I can see you’re a sweet girl Y/N. I know I never got to know you and I’m sorry. But I would love to have you around Jackson because I know you’d be a good step mom to him.” Jessa smiles at me. I walk up to her, hugging her. “Have you held him yet?” She asks me sweetly. I just shook my head. “No?! He’s 4 days old and you haven’t held him yet?! Give me him!” She snatches him from David and giving me him to hold. I slowly rocked Jackson in my arms, so tiny wrapped in a blanket, lightly snoring, crinkling his nose. 

“Hi buddy. I’m Y/N. I know I’m not your mom and I’ll never be your mom. But I’ll try my best to be your 2nd mom.” I said lightly, kissing his forehead. Sam sat next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to him, kissing my head. “My little family.” “Say cheese love birds.” Jessa said, taking a picture. “Want to take a family picture?” The nurse asked, walking in. “Yeah! That would be great!” Jessa hands her the phone as I stood up giving Jessa the baby and David standing next to the nurse. “What are you doing?” She looks at me confused. “Handing back your baby so you could take a family picture with Sam.” I said. “No,” She pulls David next to her. “This IS the family picture. All of us.” She smiles. We all stood next to each other, Jessa and I in the middle as the boys stood on the outside of us, smiling. “On 3. Say Jackson. 1. 2. 3.” “Jackson.” We said as the shot captured the perfect moment. 

Daddy 5SOS Preference: First Pet

“Could you do a daddy 5sos for their first pet ?”


In the grand scheme of things, a fish was an easy pet to take care of. So you and Luke decided what the hell, why not let Kayla learn about the responsibility the easy way? The four year old had been begging for a puppy, but you and Luke didn’t think that was a great idea, seeing as a dog lived a lot longer than fish did – and if Kayla didn’t like having a pet, that could get catastrophic.

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