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Magnus chasing after Alec’s lips.

Tease (M)

Originally posted by louizlake

Summary: Your best friend had gotten a new job, but wouldn’t tell you what it was. You decide to take it upon yourself to find out, so you find the address to his work. But… why did the address lead you to a strip club? 

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

A/N: This will most likely be a two-shot (if enough ppl want it), so you could expect the real smuttiness to occur in the next part ;) Anywho, there is brief mentions of arousal, lewd actions, and strip teases in this chapter. This will be a mature read, so you have been warned! 

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“This can’t be right…” you exasperate in confusion.

You look at the small entrance to the building, scratching your head. The place looked as if it was some type of club, as you could hear the loud music shaking the ground, even from where you were standing. There was a line up to get in, and you couldn’t help but notice that the majority of the people waiting, were females.

There’s no way Jimin would work here, he doesn’t even like clubs… you think in your head.

The reason you were out here by yourself at 11pm at night, was because you found out Jimin recently got a job. He would start buying more expensive clothing, and offer to pay more for you whenever you two went out. Obviously he was making some nice cash, so when you asked him about it; he completely ignored you.

You two have been best friends and roommates since freshman year in college, and now you both were in your third year. Jimin typically hid no secrets from you, as he was a very open and relaxed person. So when he purposely didn’t tell you where he was working, that made you highly suspicious.

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EXO Reaction: When you storm out after a fight

||| Anon asked: I was wondering if I could request an exo reaction where you have a fight and you storm out but then after a while they go looking for you when they notice it’s cold and/or raining and/or you’re in a dangerous situation |||

A/N: I changed it up a bit! Hope you don’t mind~

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

You quite literally slammed the door to his face, so you had to come back yourself to check up on him.

“Jagi~~,” he cried out, holding on to his nose. “No need to get violent.”

Xiumin/Kim Minseok

Originally posted by baozzis

He waited for you to come back for three hours before giving in. When he went outside he noticed that you hadn’t gone far, still standing by the entrance.

“It’s too cold after all?” he teased. “Come here you, I will warm you up.”

Chen/Kim Jongdae

Originally posted by deararchimedes

You were sitting in the park alone, rain pouring down on you when somebody lifted an umbrella above you. You looked up to see him.

“Jagi, I’m sorry. Please come back home.”

D.O/Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

He was used to your sudden outbursts and just continued to follow you till you calm down, making sure that nothing happens to you. After a good hour you turned around and came up to him.

“I’m sorry, I know your sorry too, so let’s just go get something warm before we both freeze to death,” he said, taking your hand.

Kris/Wu Yifan

Originally posted by wuporn

He was determined not to be the one to give in first but when he noticed a storm brewing outside he went looking for you immediately. By the time he found you he was soaking wet too.

“I wanted to find you so badly, I completely forgot to take the umbrella with me.”

Tao/Huang Zitao

Originally posted by pocky-soo

You left him alone and went to grab a drink by yourself. He was by your side immediately after other guys started flirting with you.

“I’m not with you for a few seconds and they stick to you like flies,” he said, wrapping his hand around your waist.

Kai/Kim Jongin

Originally posted by jonginssoo

He would chase you around, hoping to at least throw his jacket over your head to shield you from the rain.

“Jagi slow down~! Please forgive me, I don’t want you getting sick.”

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

He would start whining and acting like a little kid, begging you not to leave him alone, so you would have no other choice but to come back.

“Annoying you till you forgive me works every time.”


Originally posted by okayluhan

He hoped you won’t be stupid and don’t go out in this weather but you did it anyway. He found you after a few hours, freezing in the rain.

“At least think a bit before you storm out, you dummy.”

Lay/Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by yixnig

He would be a bit annoyed, having to almost carry you back home. 

“I said I was sorry, now you got yourself all wet and that means more laundry for me.”

Suho/Kim Junmyeon

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

He caught up with you as soon as you went outside.

“Jagi, don’t be stubborn, you will catch a cold out here,” he said, putting his jacket over you shoulders.

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by sehunicorne

He watched you getting further and further away when some other guys approached you from another bar. He walked up to you in quick steps completely forgetting what you two were even arguing about.

“If you want to have any business with her, you have to go through me first.”

Whiskey & Wine

So, you smirk and look at him, “let’s see you in action then”.

Choking slightly, he manages out an, "excuse me?!”

In which, Harry is the know it all uni student, and you just really want to get into his phone (and maybe his bed)

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Originally posted by simplytanvi

Winter’s Witch {WORK IN PROGRESS} || Bucky Barnes had just escaped his captors, Hydra. He didn’t know where to go, or what to do. Somehow, he manages to stumble into a girl’s apartment who he’s met before. The twist is- she’s not your average girl.
 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9  Part 10 Part 11

Of Course, Doll || The Avengers throw a little kick back in their facility- nothing too crazy, after a successful mission in taking down some Hydra agents. You’re still a new member to the avengers team, and have a similar skill set to Natasha, except your past is a little more gruesome to hers. The Avengers trust you, however some are still wary around you.

We’ve Got All Night || The Avengers throw a little kick back in their facility- nothing too crazy, after a successful mission in taking down some Hydra agents. You’re still a new member to the avengers team, and have a similar skill set to Natasha, except your past is a little more gruesome to hers. The Avengers trust you, however some are still wary around you.

I Thought I Lost You || Bucky and (Y/N) had been in a relationship for a long time now. They were both stupid and reckless, which is why Fury had made a bad decision sending the two lovers on a mission together.

Manners Maketh Man || Walking home at 1am wasn’t a smart move on your part, you should have known it would have eventually gotten you into trouble. Thank the heavens you had a protector who had been watching from a distance.

Don’t You Mind? || He never meant for it to happen, it kept him up at night. Bucky Barnes wanted to be with (Y/N) so badly, but the Winter Soldier had other ideas. || Best read with this song

Round Two || Getting captured and injected with the same super serum as Bucky Barnes was never something you had planned for. When Bucky finally gets you back, it’s high time you blow off some steam.

Are You Okay? || Yeah, so a bullet or a sharp blade could probably kill you. But what about self doubt? No one ever teaches you how to not let insecurities kill you on the inside.

Post Break-Up Sex || Break ups can lead to many things. For some, it calls for the best rom com and a bowl of ice cream to drown yourself in your own feelings. For others, it can mean shutting yourself down for a while, taking time for some well needed self care. For (Y/N), it meant going off the rails just a little. || Best read with this song

Yellow || Bucky wasn’t the same kid from Brooklyn like back in the 40′s, but he also wasn’t the soviet master assassin; The Winter Soldier, no. He was somewhere in between. You are the bright yellow in his life that always brings him back down to earth. (Artist!Reader AU)

Begin Again || Bucky Barnes did it- he got clean, and is now trying to make up for the horrors he’s caused by working for Shield alongside the Avengers. When he gets sent on a solo mission to bring in (Y/N); an ex avenger who’s gone rogue, someone particularly special from his past, things get heated.

Somewhere I Belong || Sometimes all the pain and the bullshit going on in your life is just one big shitty hurdle you have to pass to get to the bigger picture, to get to the light at the end of the tunnel. Bucky was (Y/N)’s light.


Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Life Of The Party || Being the youngest avenger did have it’s perks. Saving the world was your job man! What could get better then that? Maybe a steamy drunken make out session on top of the Avengers tower with none other than Pietro Maximoff?


Originally posted by onorasdrivein

The Bamfs || When your boyfriend gets dragged away in the middle of the night on a dangerous mission against his own father, causing him to miss your three year anniversary, he makes sure he comes back with a present. Or in this case, lots and lots of little, annoying, blue, presents. You always did say you wanted a pet, right?

Sparring || You and Kurt have a cheeky sort of friendship. Watch as your ‘friendship’ gets a little well… complicated, all because of one little sparring session.

Outcast At Last || Dating a mutant proves to be difficult with anti-mutant parents. Fortunately, you learn an important lesson that they do not define who you are, I suppose being an outcast isn’t such a bad thing in the end. || Best read with this song


Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

Innocence {COMPLETED} || Sirius Black gets charged with the murder of his best friends. He’s denied a fair trial, and gets thrown into Azkaban. You know for certain he’s innocent, so you take matters into your own hands.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Double Trouble {WORK IN PROGRESS} || They met each other while they were in school by a happy coincidence. Little do they know, death, pain and destruction is on the way for the two Gryffindor lovers.
Part 1

One Too Many || On a night out with the Marauders, James bets Sirius can’t down more than seven shots of Beetle Berry Whiskey. Sirius, never backing down from a challenge, accepts, and the effects are near catastrophic for the reader.

Strip || You agree to help Sirius study for his OWL’s, however what you failed to realise that tutoring the marauder was like babysitting. After various failed attempts, you finally find a way to keep Sirius somewhat focused and, interested.

Somebody To Love || “I did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face.”

Liquorlip Loaded Gun || “I wish I could disappear, So you would never see me in this mess I get in. However hard I try, keep on stumbling still. Once in a while I’ll show you who I am. When I can I’ll, Open up the oceans, jump on in.”

Do I Wanna Know? || Reader works as a barista in a busy cafe, right in the heart of London, completely oblivious that there are such things as Wizards, magic, and most of all; a deadly war waging on within the magical community. Reader is blissfully ignorant to the wizarding world, just as any muggle should- that is until Sirius Black shows up in her life.


Dreams of Candlelight

The veela drarry thing.
Part 1-8 (X) || Part 9-13 (X)


Harry breathed in the steam floating up from the fine ceramic cup in his hand.  The fragrance was warm and floral, relaxing the tension in his shoulders as it curled into his skin.

“Mr. Potter,”

Harry looked up from his perch on the couch, on the opposite end of his aunt and cousin, putting him closest to their guest. He set the cup down on the matching saucer with a gentle clink.

“Before we get started, I would like to mend your injury.” Mrs. McGonagall gestured with her wand. “May I?”

Having just seen her make fine china tea cups and an entire platter of small cakes appear from thin air, Harry was keen on witnessing more magic. He ignored the way his aunt and cousin huddled as far away from them as possible, and looked at the aged woman who sat in Uncles Vernon’s arm chair. He saw kindness crinkled around her eyes and remembered the stern set of her face when she all but barreled into the house after Aunt Petunia tried to shut the door in her face. He didn’t think many people often said no to this woman and got away with it.

“Er, sure?” Harry replied with a small smile.

“Just a diagnostic charm first then.”

She flicked her wand at him and said a spell, making Aunt Petunia whimper. Harry faintly glowed a soft blue and Mrs. McGonagall’s expression tightened even more as she glared at the spot above his head. Harry looked up to see wispy words and numbers floating over him but was unable to discern the meaning for himself. She turned to his aunt.

“Would you be so kind as to explain how Harry managed to break his arm? And why he has gone without treatment? Surely you have access to a hospital.”

Aunt Petunia made some incoherent noises before Dudley blurted in a high pitched voice, “The freak fell.”

After Dudley’s outburst, Aunt Petunia seemed to gather herself. Harry knew that if Uncle Vernon were here, he’d be purple faced and shouting, but luckily he was at work.

“The boys tend to rough house, you know how children are. They play hard.” She sniffed with narrowed eyes. “He didn’t say anything about a broken arm. I believed it was a sprain. He is a clumsy boy. Prone to getting sick often as well.”

“I see. In my experience, children can be as cruel as an inattentive adult.” Mrs. McGonagall’s replied briskly. She turned her attention back to Harry. “Mr. Potter, may I heal your arm? I’m not a Healer, that would be a ‘doctor’ , but I can mend scrapes in a jiffy. We will have a professional look you over afterwards, of course.”

“No! No more waving that - that thing in this house!” Aunt Petunia cried.

Mrs. McGonagall ignored her and waited for Harry to nod and scoot closer to her chair. “This might hurt a bit or feel odd.” She waved her wand over his arm multiple times, it looked excessive really, then with a muttered spell, jabbed the tip at him.

Harry felt a cool sensation wash over his arm before the bones and muscles knitted together. He blinked in awe and held up his arm to inspect it, moving it painlessly for the first time in days.

“I love magic.” Harry said quietly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, have a cake Mr. Potter, and we’ll get you sorted.”

“Sorted? He’s not going to that freaky school! I’m not paying for it.”

“I assure you that Hogwarts takes magical education very seriously. The professors are very passionate about the subjects they teach.” She sipped her tea. “As for Mr. Potter’s tuition and supplies, it is taken care of. That is, if you want to attend? Unless you would rather further your education here in the muggle world?”

Harry swallowed a bite of cake and cleared his throat. “I’d like to go to Hogwarts.”

“You were accepted to Hogwarts the day you were born.” Mrs. McGonagall smiled. “Your parents would be thrilled. You’ll make a fine wizard.”

“You aren’t going to that school, boy. Do you hear me? If you leave to go to that school, you aren’t to come back here.”

He bit his lip. His heart hammered in his chest. Harry felt both elated and nauseous at the thought but he wanted to do this.

He was magic.

He wanted to be able to make friends. Harry had Draco, but he wanted to know what it was like to have other friendships too.

“Mr. Potter,” he looked up from his plate. “I will help you look into other possibilities if you desire. You have choices, and a difficult path ahead of you, but you aren’t alone.”

Harry thought of his dreams, about Draco, about flying and sharing stories. Every day he hoped that magic was real, and wanted badly for something to happen so the Wizarding world could be real. He wasn’t stuck here. He could leave now if he wanted.

Harry grinned at her. “When do we leave?”
Doomed — Min Yoongi (02)

Words: 3390

Warnings: demon!Yoongi + violence + angst + fluff

Description: Being a demon’s girlfriend comes with a lot, a lot, of hardships.

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“Why are humans so stupid?” Yoongi asked, looking at the tv screen as a horror movie played. “If there was a killer trying to get you, why wouldn’t you run away?”

You laughed at his words. The whole night you two had been watching horror movies, Yoongi had been complaining about how idiotic the people in the movies are.

“It’s just a movie, Yoongi.” You giggled at the man that laid on top of you, resting his head on your chest.

“I know it’s just a movie, but why are people so dumb? Look! She’s gonna get killed!” He says, pointing to the screen. The woman on the screen was hiding in a closet, but she was crying really loudly, so the killer heard her.

You giggled once again, running your fingers through Yoongi’s hair. “Maybe we’ve watched enough movies for the night.” You said, taking the remote and turning off the tv.

The lights in the house were turned off, so you two were just left in darkness. It was late, so you decided to close your eyes and try to go to sleep, but Yoongi kept shifting around.

“Yoongi, stop moving.” You mumbled, keeping your eyes closed. “I’m not comfortable anymore.” He whined, picking his head up from where it was rested on your chest.

You opened your eyes, looking at him as he tried to make himself comfortable.

Then you felt it.

“Yoongi are you serious?” You asked, blushing and covering your face with your hands. “I’m sorry. I can’t control that. Especially not when I have a beautiful woman underneath me.” He says, referring to the large bulge you felt on your thigh.

You giggled as he positioned himself so that his face was hovering over yours. “Go to sleep, Yoongi.” You say. He shook his head before attaching his lips to your neck.

You closed your eyes and put your hand on the back of his head, twirling your fingers around the strands of hair. “Yoongi.” You moaned as he bit your neck lightly before grinding down onto you.

“Yoongi, I’m still sore from the last time we did this.” You told him, gripping his arm as he tried to pull your shorts down. He stopped his actions and looked at you, smiling.

“Well, that just means I did a good job.” He smirked. You playfully rolled your eyes before he leaned down and kissed your lips.

You melted into the kiss, placing one hand on his cheek while the other hand was still on his head.

This turned into a heated make out session between the two of you. As much as you wanted more, you were so sore and weren’t sure if you could handle more. Yoongi had a habit of using his demon strength when you two were……getting intimate.

You and Yoongi broke apart as the lights flicked on and you heard someone clear their throat.

You both sat up on the couch and looked to your left to see two men standing there.

“Hoseok! You scared me!” You said, recognizing one of the men. You put your hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat that was faster that usual.

“I’m sorry.” Hoseok apologized. “I told you we shouldn’t have come now! They were about to do something and we interrupted!” The other man says to Hoseok. You haven’t seen him before, so you didn’t know who he was. “I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

“Hi Namjoon. I’m y/n.” You say. “I know. I’ve heard a lot about you.” He smiled and you returned the smile.

“What are you two doing here?” Yoongi asked his friends, standing up. “Something happened and we had to tell you.” Namjoon says.

“You couldn’t wait?” Yoongi asks. “It’s too important to wait.” Hoseok points out.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “What is it?”

“It’s about Ta—actually, I don’t think we should tell you in front of y/n.” Hoseok says before he and Namjoon looked at you.

What did they need to talk about that you didn’t need to know?

Yoongi sighed. “Y/n, can you go in the bedroom? I’ll be there soon.”

You nodded, not wanting to pry, and stood up, walking to the bedroom. Once you got in, you closed the door before laying down on the bed.

You couldn’t help but wonder what they were talking about. It was probably important demon business. It didn’t concern you, but you really wanted to know.

You laid there, bored and looking up at the ceiling for a couple of minutes before the door finally opened.

Yoongi came through the door and closed it. He walked over to the bed and got under the covers with you, not saying a word.

You turned on your side so you were facing him. “Is everything okay?” You asked him.

“Everything’s fine.” He sighed. “Then why do you sound so upset about something?” You ask. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing, y/n.” He says. You knew he was lying. There was something that he wasn’t telling you.

You looked into his eyes for a couple of seconds, hoping that he would tell you, but he didn’t.

“Yoongi,” you started. “Y/n, it doesn’t concern you. You don’t have to worry about it.” He speaks over you.

“But it’s making you upset. I think that I should know. Maybe I can help.” You tell him. “You can’t. You can’t help Y/n. Just forget about it.” He says before closing his eyes.

“Oh, come on. You can tell me. I want to know.” You hoped that he wouldn’t keep it from you for much longer.

“Y/n, just leave me alone!” He says, voice getting louder as he opened his eyes. When his eyes opened, they were all black, no longer the dark brown color.

You gasped and turned around so that your back was facing him. “Fine.” You sighed, closing your eyes.

Yoongi liked to do that whenever he didn’t want to talk about something any more. He said that it would scare you so you wouldn’t keep talking about it, but you hated when he did that. He knew that.

After a couple of seconds, Yoongi tried to wrap his arms around you, but you took them off of you, scooting farther away from him.

“Y/n.” He groaned. You didn’t answer him. “Y/n, I’m sorry.” He apologizes after a few moments.

You turned around again so you were facing him and spoke. “You know I hate it when you do that thing with your eyes. It creeps me out.”

“I know. I just wanted you to stop talking about it. I don’t want to tell you about what happened. You don’t need to worry about it.” He explains.

“You could’ve just said, ‘y/n, stop talking about it.’” You rolled your eyes. “You know that wouldn’t have worked. You’re stubborn.” He says.

You couldn’t disagree with him. You were stubborn at times.

“Look, y/n. I promise that you don’t need to worry about whatever’s going on. If you did need to worry, I would tell you.” Yoongi tells you as he wrapped his arms around your waist.  

“I’m sorry for trying to pry.” You apologized, resting your head on his chest. Yoongi kissed the top of your head as you closed your eyes, drifting to sleep.

You sat on the counter in your kitchen, waiting for the oven to go off. You were in a baking mood, so you decided to make cupcakes.

The room was quiet. As you waited, you were texting one of your friends.

You almost dropped your phone as you saw a white flash before a man stood in front of you.

“Jeez, you guys need to stop doing that!” You said to the man that stood in front of you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Namjoon says.

“It’s okay. What’s up?” You asked him, putting your phone down on the counter.

“Yoongi just asked me to come over and check on you. He said he’s sorry that he left so early.” Namjoon explains.

“It’s okay. I’m making cupcakes. They should be done soon. Do you want some?” You ask.

Namjoon nodded and sat down on a stool by the counter and you two waited for the oven to ding. When it finally did, you put on some oven mittens and took the pan with the cupcakes out.

You placed the pan on the counter and turned off the oven.

“Did Yoongi tell you? About what we talked about yesterday?” Namjoon asked you as you took the mittens off.

“Nope. He told me not to worry about it.” You answered.

“Do you want to know?” He asks. You looked at him. “Are you going to get in trouble with Yoongi for telling me?” You ask.

He shook his head. “Probably not. You’ll find out soon anyways.”

As if on cue, as soon as Namjoon stopped talking, you saw a flash of white in the living room and before you knew it, Yoongi and Hoseok were standing by the couches, carrying a boy.

The boy had bruises all over his body, and was bleeding from many places. “Oh my gosh.” You gasped. Namjoon stood up and went over to the boys. “Man, he’s really beat up.”

“What the hell? What happened to him?” You asked as you walked over to them. “Well, he’s hurt.” Hoseok tells you.

“Obviously.” You say. “Why didn’t you guys take him to the hospital?”

“He can’t go to the hospital. He’s a demon.” Yoongi says. “That’s why we brought him to you.”

“What am I supposed to do?” You ask. “We have a first aid kit. All you have to do is clean the wounds and patch him up. He’ll heal after that.” Yoongi explains.

You couldn’t really say no, so you just went to the bathroom and got your first aid kit. The boys put the unknown boy on your bed.

“On my bed? Really?” You asked them as you set the first aid kit on your dresser. “I’ll wash the sheets later, just help him.” Yoongi tells you. He looked really worried.

You opened the kit and got a cotton pad and put alcohol on it, rubbing it over his wounds.

“What’s his name?” You asked while tending to his wounds.

“Taehyung.” Hoseok answered.

You sighed, looking at Taehyung’s face. He was so badly injured, but since he was a demon, his wounds would heal soon.

“Does anyone want to tell me how this happened?” You asked after putting bandages on his wounds and closing the first aid kit.

Namjoon and Hoseok both looked at Yoongi to answer, but Yoongi didn’t say anything, he just stared down at the floor.

“Yoongi?” You asked, knowing that he heard you. “What?” He asked you with an annoyed tone, looking up at you.

“I—Forget it.” You sighed, not wanting to annoy him even more, although, you were slightly upset that he answered you in that tone.

Without saying anything else, you picked up the first aid kit and left the room, going to the bathroom to put the kit back into the cabinet. After you got out of the bathroom, you decided to leave the boys alone and go into the living room.

As you were walking to the living room, someone called your name and you turned around to look at him.

“Thank you.” Hoseok says. “For helping Taehyung.”

“You’re welcome.” You said, turning back to go into the living room. Hoseok followed you as you sat down on the couch.

“I know that you’re upset because Yoongi isn’t telling you what’s going on.” He says. You shrugged. “I wish he would tell me. He gets mad every time I ask.”

“He’s just upset because of Taehyung. Taehyung is like a little brother to him, but he keeps getting himself into trouble.” Hoseok explains.

“What kind of trouble? Who hurt him like that?” You asked.

“Well, there’s this group of demons called called a demon council and we—” Hoseok spoke, but stopped himself abruptly. “I—I can't—I’m not supposed to tell you.” He says.

“Why not?” You ask. Hoseok looked at something that was behind you. You turned around and saw—


Yoongi was staring directly into Hoseok’s eyes. That’s probably what made him stop talking.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok breathed. It looked like he was in pain. What was Yoongi doing to him? Hoseok grabbed his own wrist through his sweater and you looked down to see the sleeve of his sweater now being soaked in blood. “Yoongi, s-stop. I-it h-hurts.” Hoseok stutters.

Yoongi didn’t stop.

“Yoongi!” You yelled, standing up. As soon as the words left your lips, Yoongi took his eyes off of Hoseok and put them on you. “What’s your problem?” You asked him. “Why did you do that to him?”

You took a few steps closer to him, put he put his hand out, making you stop in your tracks. You wanted to move closer to him, but you couldn’t. Curse Yoongi and his powers!

Yoongi passed you and walked in front of Hoseok who had rolled the sleeve of his sweater up, revealing cuts on his wrist.

Yoongi did that?

“I told you not to tell her.” Yoongi says in a stern voice. “You can’t keep it from her forever. She deserves to know.” Hoseok tells his friend.

“I don’t want her to—” Yoongi started, taking another step towards Hoseok. “Stop it, hyung. You know I’m right. She needs to know.” Hoseok cut Yoongi off, taking a step back.

A few moments of silence passed before Yoongi forcefully took Hoseok’s arm and ran his hand over it. After he did that, the wounds healed on their own. Yoongi put Hoseok’s arm down before looking at you.

Once he looked at you, you were able to move again, but you stayed where you were, not wanting to get any closer to him.

For once, you were actually scared of him. His eyes softened once he saw the first tear run down your face.

“Y/n,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “Don’t.” You tell him, causing him to stop. You looked down at the floor while wiping your tears away, not wanting to look at him.

Before anyone else got the chance to talk, Namjoon walked out of your bedroom. “Taehyung is waking up.” He informs you all.

Yoongi and Hoseok followed Namjoon back into the room and you stayed in the living room for a bit, thinking about everything that just happened.

Why didn’t Yoongi want you to know what was going on? Hoseok was saying something about a “demon council” before Yoongi interrupted. What is that?

And if Yoongi could do that much damage to Hoseok, who is a demon, that means that he could do something 10x worse to you, if he ever wanted to.

You took a deep breath before walking back into your bedroom, looking at the three boys who were sitting around your bed, talking to Taehyung.

Once you got into the room, everyone looked at you. Taehyung smiled. “Y/n!” Taehyung says, excitedly. All of his wounds had healed. “I’ve heard so much about you!”

You smiled slightly at the boy. “Have you?”

“Yeah. Yoongi-hyung has told me a lot about you. I couldn’t wait for the day we finally got to meet. Now we have!” He says. He was really cheerful for a guy who was just beat up and covered in a lot of bruises. “Thanks for helping me.”

“No problem. I’m glad you’re okay.” You tell him.

“Hyung said that I can stay here with you guys for a while. Is that okay with you?” Taehyung asks.

“It’s fine.” You nodded. “You can sleep in my bed. I can sleep on the couch.”

“Y/n-ah, you know that sleeping on the couch hurts my neck.” Yoongi sighs. “Then don’t sleep with me.” You said without hesitating.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow and his jaw dropped like you had just said the worse insult in the world.

“So where am I gonna sleep?” He asks. “The floor? I don’t care.” You answered.

“Y/n, why are you acting like this?” He questions.

“Because you’re an idiot.”

Before Yoongi got the chance to respond, Namjoon spoke. “I think we should leave.” He says as he and Hoseok stood up. And with that, they were gone, leaving you, Yoongi and Taehyung.

“Hey, if it helps, I can sleep on the couch. You guys can sleep on the bed.” Taehyung tells you two. “It’s okay, Taehyung. You can have the bed.” You say.

Yoongi rolled his eyes before walking out of the room. You didn’t know where he was going, but you didn’t question it.

None of this would’ve happened if he would just tell you what’s going on.

“Is that what this is about? Yoongi didn’t tell you what’s going on?” Taehyung asked, as if he could read your mind.

You looked at him and raised and eyebrow. He saw the confused look on your face and chuckled. “I can read minds.” He tells you.

Of course he can.

“You shouldn’t be upset with Yoongi.” Taehyung says as you sit on the edge of the bed. “He’s upset with me.” You say.

“He’s not. He’s trying to protect you, y/n.”

“Protect me from what?”

“Y/n, I don’t think you understand how dangerous demons really are.” Taehyung sighs.

“I do now. When we were out in the living room, Yoongi cut Hoseok by just looking at him. If that’s not dangerous, then I don’t know what is.” You tell him.

“Not us. Other demons. Yes, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon and I are nice, but other demons aren’t. They hurt, kill and possess people.” He explains. “Are they the ones who hurt you?” You ask.

Taehyung nodded. “Why?” You asked.

“Because I’m an idiot.” He chuckled. “I don’t like to listen to the rules.”

“I don’t think you should be laughing about that. They hurt you really badly.” You say.

“I’m fine. They wouldn’t do something as bad as kill me. Not unless I did something that really pissed them off.” He says. “Yoongi doesn’t want you to know about them because—” He started, but was interrupted by Yoongi speaking. He was now standing at the doorway eating a cupcake.

“These taste really good. Taehyung you should go taste one. They’re in the kitchen.” Yoongi speaks. Taehyung nodded before standing up and walking out of the room.

As he left, Yoongi closed the door behind him. “How dare you eat a cupcake that I made? You were mad at me a couple minutes ago.” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. You hoped that being humorous would make the tension go away between the two of you. Surprisingly, it did.

Yoongi chuckled, putting the paper cupcake liner in the garbage as he finished eating the cupcake.

He walked over to you before sitting beside you on the bed.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted out. “Being a demon is hard work. A lot goes on. I don’t want you to be dragged into it.”

“I think that I’m already dragged into it, since I’m dating you. I mean, you brought a bloodied boy here earlier and told me to fix him.” You point out.

“Are you going to accept my apology?” He asks.

“Of course.” You smiled at him. Yoongi kissed your lips before hugging you. He rested his head on your shoulder and his arms were wrapped around you.

You stayed like that in silence for a couple of seconds until you spoke. “Yoongi,” you called.

Yoongi hummed in response, a signal for you to keep talking.

“You would never hurt me, right?” You asked him, remembering how he hurt his own best friend earlier.

He looked at you, eyebrow raised. Once he saw the worried look on your face, his eyes softened.

“Of course, I would never hurt you. I would never, ever hurt you, y/n.” Yoongi tells you. “You promise?” You asked, sticking your pinky finger up.

“Yes, I promise.” He says, wrapping his pinky finger around yours.

“Good.” You smiled.

Yoongi stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door.

“Now let’s go eat the rest of those cupcakes.”

Ignorance || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

It was around this time that things starting getting hectic in both of your lives. It was already hard enough, but with the added pressures of tours coming up and not being able to spend time together, you wondered if they two of you ever really would see each other again. There were some days you would wake up and it would feel as if there was no way you would ever see the smile you used to when you snuck out for midnight coffee.

Calling and texting didn’t work, as he just managed to ignore all of it. He would either send you to voicemail or leave you on read, and you weren’t sure what you had done to deserve the cold aura he was providing. You weren’t sure if it was because of the fact that the both of you were getting ready to leave the country again, but it had been happening for longer than before that.

Your time to catch him had finally come, as you were meeting backstage at a music showcase that both of you were performing on. You were going to make sure you caught him before he could escape on stage, and as the lights came down around you, the last note exiting your lips, the only thing your mind turned to was Jungkook, and how you were going to confront him about what was happening recently.

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it was just a matter of time- riarkle headcanon

-Riley and farkle move away for college because they got into colleges hella close to eachother (because of course they did)

 -Maya and lucas move in together too cuz lucas is going to vet school 30 min away from where maya goes to art school

-So they rent an apartment

-So what do you do when you buy an apartment together? you furnish an apartment together

-Farkles parents basically ruffle his hair and toss a credit card at him when he tells them so riley decides that just this once she can take advantage of the situation

-Riley is very into interior design

-Farkle is very into riley

-So he just kinda agrees with her on everything and she designs a BANGING apartment

-At one point she goes into a pottery barn and goes “ill take that” to the salesclerk

-“What, the chair?”

-“No. the room.”

-It ends up looking fantastic because of course it does

-So college starts, riley is an overachiever of course and takes way too many classes and is constantly sleep deprived

-Which means Riley falls asleep on Farkle a lot and one time when she falls asleep on the couch surrounded by textbooks Farkle picks her up and puts her in bed

-She calls him superman for a week after she realizes what he did

-Farkle and riley facetime Lucaya at one point and lucaya’s like “lol they’re so in love”

-Oh! yeah

- so farkle is always getting into situations that require riley to save him

-“Riley please help I lied to the cool frat guys and told them i was dating someone will you pretend to be my girlfriend for a night thank you I love you”

-He gets into these situations on purpose tho obviously

-One time Riley breaks her left arm slipping on ice and Farkle takes care of her a lot (smoothies and carrying stuff for her because she is a c r y b a b y )

-And another time Farkle has an emotional breakdown over not being the best and Riley comforts him and they fall asleep in each-others arms

-Fast forward a few months and Ok Lucas and Maya  are getting MARRIED What the FUCK theyre so young??? Whatever lets support it wait it’s a destination wedding what the FUCK just be my date (There’s one bed in the hotel room motherfuckers you know what that means…. Hardcore cuddles get ur mind out of the gutter smh) (They slow dance at the reception and then they’re super buzzed and KISS and stare at each other for a long time and then the song ends and they never talk about the kiss)

-Oh and one time Riley gets stalked by this really creepy guy and Farkle to the rescue (he puts on like 6 jackets and follows the guy down the street at night and pushes him up against a wall and says in a really deep voice ‘stay away from riley.” and the guy goes running and never bothers riley again)

-So after freshman year Cory asks if they’re going to be living together forever and Riley just shrugs and says “i don’t see why not”

-Fast forward and they go to a halloween party sophomore year and Theres an apple bobbing station and Farkles like “remember when I saved your life twice” And riley kisses his cheek and goes ‘my hero’ and their friends see this

-and said friends make them make out in truth or dare

-Riley wants to talk about it the next day but farkle just says ‘just forget it Riley, Its nothing” because he thinks that Riley was gonna reject him and rileys like ‘oh wow ok’ and the next few weeks are super awkward.

-But riley wasnt gonna reject him

-She was gonna ask him to go out with her


-So like shes sulking around the house all the time feeling all dejected

-And so is farkle

-But riley is PISSED at farkle

-But also highkey pining for him

-And farkle is highkey pining for her

-So much angst jfc

-Then he’s gonna leave for a month over thanksgiving break to visit his family and Riley is just standing in the doorway and he sees her looking just so empty and he just says ‘fuck it” and kisses her

-Shes all happy for like 8 seconds and then she just. Punches him. In the face.

-And hes like “RILEY WHAT THE HELL”





-The general consensus is “??????????????????????????????????”

-And so farkle calls his dad and just says “SOMETHING CAME UP”, walks to the kitchen clutching his nose to get an ice pack and just turns around and yells “ARE YOU COMING OR NOT”

-She follows him because she is Very Confused™ and feels bad about punching him

-So hes just sitting at the table with a pack of frozen peas pressed to his face and if riley werent so upset shed laugh becuase he looks like a mop of hair and two eyes on top of a bag of frozen vegetables

-“Well? Are you going to sit down?”

-She does

-There is 2 minutes and 17 seconds of silence

-They both counted

-She breaks it with “sorry for punching you”

-He just puts down the peas and goes “please explain”

-She probably owes him that she decides

-“Well you see i guess i’d had these subconscious feelings for you and then we made out and suddenly they were very conscious and i wanted to talk to you about it and maybe see if it was going to go somewhere but then you rejected me”

-It is at this point that farkle slams his head into the table



-If farkle wasnt already bleeding from his nose he wouldve punched himself






-“YOU DO?”


-It is at this point that farkle vaults over the table, LIFTS riley out of her chair, and kisses her like there’s no tommorrow

-They stand there kissing for a solid 7 minutes (in heaven lmao puns)

-But then riley realizes that farkle is still very much injured

-“Um babe maybe we should get you to a hospital”

-“Yes i am decently sure my nose is broken you throw a great right hook”

-It is not, in fact, broken, just badly bruised

-The doctor asks “what happened?” and they both say “bar fight” at the same time

-So they send farkle home with some tape and an icepack and he recovers quickly

-Which is great because riley feels SO BAD

-Apologizing 24/7

-she makes him soup and brings him ice cream and makes him a goddamn “sorry i punched you babe i love you” poster

-And she really wants to make out with him

-Stupid miscommunicating nerds

-Love them

-Riarkle for life

-Thank u

-The end

anonymous asked:

Hey gal can you pretty pretty please do headcanons for adopting the twins before anything bad happens to them? I just want to save them both so badly. Like, they're 4 or 5 years old and they need a good mom ;-; . So like can you do headcanons on how they would act if they were adopted and had a good mom growing up, and how they would react if their adoptive mom brought home her girlfriend and introduced them to her? Thank you so much!!

Bless you.

~I need to save them. Thank you for this request!! I might have gotten carried away but I’m so passionate about this???!

  • They weren’t in foster care long before getting adopted out to her
  • She was so ready to be a mother
  • After hearing a story of siblings ripped apart through the adoption system, she decided that she needed to have siblings
  • No way could she stand by and let that happen if she could help it
  • When they told her they had twin boys, she couldn’t believe her luck
  • No, more like fate!
  • They were both very timid at first
  • This was all a little overwhelming for them as they entered a brand new home
  • She had a room for each of them
  • One was animal/zoo themed (for Saeran)
  • The other was space/rocket ship (for Saeyoung)
    • “Do you boys like your rooms?”
    • “…These are all ours?” Saeyoung asked.
    • “Yes, of course! They belong to you, now.”
  • He grabbed Saerans hand and pulled him inside to look at all their new toys
  • However Saeran wasn’t used to sleeping alone at night, and the dark room scared him
  • She often woke to find Saeran cuddled with Saeyoung in his bed
  • The boys grew strong with proper nutrition
  • The first few weeks, she was astounded at how much the boys ate
    • “What is this red stuff on my pancake?” Saeran asked.
    • “That’s a strawberry, honey. Do you like it?”
    • Mmmhmm. It’s yummy, mom!”
  • She had to excuse herself for a minute, and cried quickly and quietly in the bathroom
  • It wasn’t the first time the twins didn’t know about something like a fruit or vegetable
  • How could someone have treated them so poorly? she thought 
  • She didn’t expect to be hit so hard by these random moments…
  • The glimpses of neglect
  • She always pulled herself together quickly, though
  • They were with her now, after all. And she’d see to it that they were happy from this point on
  • She took them to the zoo, to the museum, to festivals
  • So many things they had never seen before
  • They were like little sponges, soaking up all this new information the world had to offer
  • When she felt it was finally the right moment, she introduced her girlfriend to them
  • They were nothing but elated tbh
  • I mean, they went from one bad mom to two amazing moms??? !
  • They loved her
  • Their favorite thing was all four of you baking in the kitchen on the weekends
  • The twins were in charge of pouring and mixing the ingredients
  • Saeran always tried to make a mega cookie or beg for an extra scoop of ice cream
  • Each weekend they traded off who got to lick the spoons
  • So many macaroni art projects and drawings covering the fridge and the walls, she is so proud of their art omg!!
  • As they grew older, Saeran seemed to be the more level-headed of the two
  • Their personalities started to shine through even more
  • One day she came home to find them sitting in the living room, the parts of the remote broken apart and scattered all over the place
  • They flinched, expecting to get scolded or hit
  • But she just bent down to their level
    • “Did you guys do this?”
    • “Yeah,” they nodded.
    • “Why?”
    • “…I wanted to see what it was like inside,” Saeyoung replied.
  • She went out the next day and bought them several science and robot kits for kids
  • Just really supportive of their hobbies tbh
  • They were building all sorts of stuff around the house
  • And as they grew and grew, they were just normal boys
  • They fought sometimes, had each others backs other times
  • They had their hearts broken by crushes at school
  • And had their moms’ lectures if they started slacking in a class
  • They were just like any other family
    • “Saeyoung, do you remember our biological mother?”
    • “Hm…a little bit, why do you ask?”
    • “I can’t really recall much.”
    • “I think I remember her being…really mean? But I don’t remember a lot. We were so young…”
  • She had prepared herself in case the twins ever asked about their bio mom
  • But they never did, they never asked to meet her
  • Saeyoung and Saeran were the best of friends
  • Their slightly differing personalities made them very good work partners
  • Eventually they graduated with scholarships, went to college
  • She cried like a baby dropping them off at their dorm room
    • “Mooooooom you’re embarrassing us,” Saeran groaned.
    • “Yeah what if a hot chick sees or something?!” Saeyoung chimed in.
    • “Sh-shut up and give your mom a hug,” she slapped them both playfully through her sobs, “and I don’t want you eating junk while you’re here! Promise me one more time you’ll call me if you need money for groceries or anything…”
    • “Yes, yes, we promise. Mom. We’ll be fiiiine.” Saeyoung hugged her.
  • They ended up creating a successful robotics company together, really leading the industry
  • They made their moms retire, buying a nice lake house for them
  • And eventually
  • Their moms became grandmothers
  • The best grandmothers!
  • They’d get together for holidays and weekends with the kids and S/O’s
  • She felt her heart overflowing when she looked into her grandchildren’s faces as they sat on her wife’s lap reading books
  • She baked with them the same as she baked with the twins all those years ago
    • “Mom, no sugar before dinner!”
    • “Oh hush. I don’t recall you complaining when it was your turn to lick the spoon at their age,” she’d wink.


-he’d be an expert at hiding it, especially being the quiet one all he’d do is turn towards you and allow his face to contort with pleasure as your gently stroked his length- 

*leans over to you, pressing his lips against your cheek before breathlessly whispering* 
“God, you’re such a bad little girl, y/n..” 
*lets out a soft, quiet moan just to tease you* 
“Just wait until we get home” 

Originally posted by nochuie


-his eyes would go wide as he felt you palm at his member through his pants, but seconds later regains his composure, perfectly playing it off before finally stopping you; taking you to an empty room- 

*roughly pins you against the wall, grinding his member against your thigh*
“Look at what you did to me, baby..”
“I suggest you take care of this now kitten.” 

Originally posted by doteyoungjae


-snickers as he feels you undoing the buttons of his jeans, slipping your hand into them before you begin lightly pumping his cock- 

*looks down, smirking as he watches your hand expertly work him* 
“Mhmm, I think y/n and I should go home now- she has work early tomorrow.” 
*turns to you and mouths ‘You’re gonna get it’* 

Originally posted by markjin


-he wouldn’t be the best at hiding it, the instant he feels your hand on him he’d continuously adjust his seat as he began rambling on in order to keep his mind clear- 

*clears his throat, pursing his lips together to suppress his moans*
“S- So, how’s the weather?” 

Mark; *laughs* “You know how the weather is, dude.”
Youngjae; “Hyung you’re acting so weird, stop moving so much.” *reaches across the table and smacks his arm* 

“Psh, whatever- you’re acting weird, I’m perfectly normal.” 

Originally posted by kpoposaurus


-calmly leans back into the seat, continuing their conversation like normal while fighting the urge to make any sort of sound; stuttering every so often- 

“Yeah, I really like- like the songs for the new album.” 
*sighs as he feels your strokes quicken slightly*
“I- I’m really proud of them, we.. we both are actually.” 

Originally posted by a-pro-anti


-he’d be awful at concealing the sin that was happening underneath the table; letting out mousy groans every so often- 

Yugyeom; “Why do you keep making that sound?” 

*immediately pretends to stretch* 
“Ahh, my um.. my back just really hurts.” 
*nervously laughs at himself and sucky excuse*

Originally posted by mauloveskpop


-his cheeks would turn bright red, automatically grasping your forearm in an attempt to slow your speed- 

*leans over to you, his soft sounds concealed by the other rambunctious laughs*
“Y/n.. do you know how badly I wish I were inside you right now?”
“I want to feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock so badly..”

Originally posted by chattyang

“You’re the only good thing that i have” – Justin Foley x Reader.

Summary: Focus on the last chapter of the serie, specifically when Justin and his “stepfather” discuss and he throws him out of the house, without the boy’s mother saying anything else. This one shot is focused on the topic of friendship rather than something romantic, what happens after, it‘s left to the imagination of the reader.

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The smell of butter coming from the kitchen and the sound of the microwave, causes my mouth to water. Finally, whenever I started making popcorn, those three minutes made me eternal. I was amused as I emptied the contents of the bag into a bowl, then I bent down to take out a pot of salsa. Yes it was going to be a great night; I didn’t agree if I thought it sarcastically, or it was true, considering that most of my nights on a Friday were the same. An exhaustive date between Netflix and me; But this evening would be special and not because I expected someone, but because I would have a home alone and could set the television to the highest volume if it hit me. I’m so funny! I laughed at myself as I packed up my supplies on the coffee table. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Mom go downstairs as she finished putting on her earrings; Dad left his study.

“Are you sure you want to be alone, dear?” I turned to see my mother. “You can join us. They adore you”

I chuckled.

“Because I was a little girl, Mom, now I don’t think they found me so funny unless I let them pinch my cheeks … and that won’t happen.” I pointed to her without erasing my smile. I slammed down on the couch and watched my parents get together.

“Why don’t you call one of your friends?” My father said.

“Because they must be in some party. Besides, I don’t have so many friends.” Me and my smile between teasing and trying to be kind. Sometimes I thought my parents didn’t know me at all.

“You didn’t want to go to the party?”

“Not really. Mom, Dad, I’m perfectly fine with staying here.” I raised my arms.

“And Justin?” I didn’t miss the way the man made a face. What father would like his daughter to be home alone with a boy? Even if that boy was my best friend?

“Probably with Jessica.” I smiled.

I knew Justin Foley since childhood, our parents were friends, or at least my mom was for Justin’s mother, then she started to change and finally they ended up moving away. My friendship with the basketball player didn’t flinch and we got along better than ever, except that I should share him constantly with his girlfriend, I didn’t uncomfortable, however, I also got along well with her, but I knew perfectly when I was doing a bad third and when not.

“Seriously, I’m fine; I won’t share my popcorn with anyone.” I looked at them with feigned adoration.“ You’re going to be late with your friends. Adiós

The little bottle of popcorn lay empty on the coffee table, just like my soda, while I stared at the series on the television. I found it interesting to put myself upside down on the couch, wanting to avoid the boredom I had been having for three hours with my eyes on the TV. It would probably be a good idea to go to sleep, but I wasn’t even sleepy. I had no stories to look at at Snapchat and Instagram, for I had already seen all of them. There was nothing good to do and a part of me regretted not having gone even a while to the party, mocking a few, talking to other people and maybe dancing. I’d be back before my parents came back, but they wouldn’t be back for more than two hours, I wouldn’t have time to do some of those things if I left right now, unless I decided to show up in my pretty pajamas.

I paused the series in progress and stood up taking the junk. I washed, dried them and settled in their respective places. I took a few chocolates from Mom, I knew that she would realize that it were missing two, but that it gave more, I felt like a lot. I returned to the room where I dropped into the sofa and took my phone entering Facebook, almost all my “friends” posted photos of the party, I thought I would find some Justin or Jessica but neither of them had posted anything since hours. I shuddered away from my head what those two might be doing. I left the application and before I blocked it, I got a call from Zach Dempsey. I answered.

“What’s up, Zach?”

“Have you heard from Justin?” He asked in a serious tone.

I frowned and sat on the couch looking at my chocolate, wanting to take the wrapper off with one hand. I focused on the background sound on the other side of the line, i could hear a distant noise that could be the TV, but no music. I was surprised that he wasn’t at the party.

“No. Why?”

“He was calling me a couple of hours ago”

“And … why didn’t you answer?” I shrugged, then chewed my chocolate.

I heard him sigh.

“It’s complicated, Y/N”

“Ok … what’s going on?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Is there something he need to tell me?” Okay, now I was confused.

Lately I had noticed the guys acting too strange, they all seemed to be alert, scared, worried, even the face of my best friend seemed increasingly exhausted, repentant, lost and even careless. I still didn’t skip the time when he missed class two days and didn’t show up at the team presentation, when I tried to talk to him, he had told me that he just gave him a stomach infection. I didn’t swallow it, since, after that, it was when the change began. And not only did they look that way, I was even present when Clay Jensen got out of control and accused all of us from causing people to commit suicide, or to speak more clearly, of Hannah Baker. Of course it was a sack that I didn’t have flat, in my life, I dealt with that girl, I only learned of her suicide because it became viral in high school. The only thing i knew about her was that she dated for a very short time with Justin, until his “dear” friend Bryce came up to take his phone and roll the photo my best friend had taken from the poor girl. In conclusion, everyone acted as if at any moment a policeman was behind them with a pair of handcuffs. And I didn’t understand why, and when I asked, they made sure to change the subject, so I just stopped insisting that everyone take care of their life. What if it hurt, was that my own best friend seemed less and less trusting me.

“I just wanted to know if you’d heard of him, Y/N, I see no. I’ll see you Monday”

“Zach” I stopped his intention to cut the call. He waited in silence “If he calls you, you talk to me, please”


After his answer I let him hang me. I leaned one end of the phone on my lips as I thought. I couldn’t know for sure where Justin was, doubted that at home, considering that he had told me that his mother had returned with that imbecile, but neither knew where he could have gone and less in his lost and constantly nervous state. The truth is, that lately, Justin Foley seemed a complete stranger in front of me, was no longer the same funny and carefree boy that I had gotten used to and that filled me with impotence when I thought about him, I was supposed to be one of the People who knew him the most, but, how to help him if he wouldn’t let me in? How to help him if i didn’t even know why he is submerged in constant misery? Didn’t he trust me as much as I thought? But if we told ourselves everything!

I sighed and quickly dialed Jessica’s number. I don’t know why I didn’t call him directly, maybe it was because I was scared to know him in trouble or that he would move away, again, and deny my help, but I would come to him even though he hated me for intervening.

At the third bell, she answered.

“I can’t talk now, Y/N” Jessica was crying?

“Are you okay?” I stood up from the impression. What the hell had happened now? “Jessica, talk to me”

“It’s nothing, Y/N, anyway, you don’t know anything” Sharpened her voice and I was offended “Also, why do you want to comfort me? Your best friend is someone else”

“Did Justin do something to you? I wanted to know if you were with him” she didn’t need me, well, I would just ask her the reason for my call and hang up.

“He was here, yes, and I hope I don’t have him around anymore,” she shouted.


But for the second time in the night, I was left alone with the phone in my ear. I went to Justin’s contact and undoubtedly called, but his phone jumped right into the mailbox almost immediately. This asshole had rejected my call. I locked the phone and dropped it on my side. I got tired of trying to help my friends somehow, no one seemed to want to trust me and Jessica had treated me badly. I snorted and rested my elbows on my knees as well as my chin in my hands. What kind of friends had I got? They brought something and completely excluded me from that. Now Justin and Jessica, what problem in paradise now existed? I had never heard her so aggressive and with so much hatred towards my friend, something very big had to happen between them and I was worried, for both of them, at least I knew that Jess was apparently good, but where the hell was the boy? When I discovered and found him, i would give him a good blow.

At least the boredom had passed and I had something to occupy my mind. A case that had no clue and I didn’t even know how to find them.

My phone lit up and I picked it up quickly. Justin’s name lay in the middle of the screen with a new message, I opened it as fast as the artifact allowed me.

I’m outside your house, can you go out for a moment?

I looked at one of the windows, until that moment I had noticed that it had begun to rain. I bit my lip and got to my feet leaving the phone on the couch. Going out in my pajamas was too much, considering that it was urgent to see that my friend was perfectly well, then I would take him to drag him all over the block, to worry me about this way. I took my jacket and my keys and opened the door, there, in the middle of my garden, was my best friend, drenched, hands in his pockets, his sports bag hanging from his body and staring into mine. His appearance looked just like the last few weeks when we had barely spoken, now we were in front of the other and even though i hated to admit it, i felt really uncomfortable.

I spit it out and ended up leaving the house and going into the rain. I slowly descended the porch steps and walked toward it, leaving a considerable distance between the two. Immediately I noticed his swollen eyes, he had been crying and it hurt me that i didn’t know anything about his new, almost permanent condition. I crossed my arms waiting for him to start talking. Neither of us seemed to disturb the rain.

“I know I’ve been pushing you away for a long time.” I raised my eyebrows. He continued, “And I’m so sorry, Y/N, you’re my best friend, I didn’t want to see you getting muddled in this mess; I needed an escape, know that there was still something good and that was you”

“An escape from what, Justin? Your way of acting lately … and that of everyone else? ”

“It’s more complicated than it seems. I didn’t want to tell you, because …”

“You know what? I know that things have gone very bad, and now you come to tell me that you argued with Zach and then you ended up with Jessica, then you remember that at last you have a best friend who cares about you and you come to use it as a cloth of tears” I had been affected by all this, and right now I realized that.


“Zach called me a while ago, he told me you called him and he didn’t answer” Justin looked down “Then I called Jessica … who practically sent me to hell for being your so-called best friend. So I guess you’re just coming in to let off steam about that, that’s your problem, Foley.”

“I wish that was just my problem.” He approached me. “I’m an imbecile, Y/N, and that’s why I’ve been losing my friends slowly, even to my girlfriend, Jessica doesn’t want to know about me anymore. I know that if you knew what was happening, right now we wouldn’t be talking outside your house”

“And risking hypothermia” I said “Let’s go in” I suggested.

“Don’t. It will be easier here, you won’t have to ask me to leave you alone”

“What are you talking about, Justin?” I retreated “Who the hell did you kill to act like that?”

“I don’t want to lose you, Y/N”

“You know something? You really are missing out on me. For weeks I tried to help you without knowing what is happening to you, but you throw me away, you tell me not to worry when it is impossible not to do it, and even reject my calls. Now you come here, with me, telling me all this, because I bet, you no longer have anyone else. I’m your last choice, aren’t I?”

I was going to march to lock myself in my house, but he stopped me.

“I didn’t want to come to you!” I looked at him wounded “I didn’t want to do it because I didn’t want to poison you in this hunt” I was about to protest but he silenced me “You’re good, impeccable and graceful. Since the beginning of all this I have needed you desperately, I know that your words will always lift me, but to listen to them you need to know the truth. And I’m not sure you want to hear it”

“Talk about a goddamn time, Foley” I hissed.

“I’m sorry that you’re going to change the perspective you have on me. You have been a true friend to me”

Justin took my hand and took me to take shelter on the porch of my house, was seriously the fact that he didn’t want to enter. My friend had really done something wrong and now I wasn’t so sure I wanted to hear it.

“You remember Jessica’s party.” he started a little nervous. I nodded, how could I forget that party? My neighbor and also friend, Jeff Atkins, had died that night. “She and I were drunk … too”

“I know. I saw you” I murmured.

“We went to her room.” He paused, his eyes filled with tears. “But she was almost unconscious to go on with what we were planning …”

“Justin” I felt breathless.

“I did nothing but lay her down on her bed and cover her with a sheet. She fell asleep and my intention was to take care of her until she felt better.” I nodded following the thread of his story. “When I left her room I stayed at her door for a long time” He took a breath. "Then Bryce appeared, he was drugged and began to insist In that he wanted to enter the room, I told him that Jess was in there very badly. I wasn’t going to let him in.” I covered my mouth as I felt my heartbeat increase. “He manipulated me and entered the room, when I realized what would happen, I tried to remove him, but he pushed me out of the room and closed the door securely …”

“Stop it!” I practically screamed and closed my eyes. I could imagine what had happened then and now I understood why Jessica was crying and her sudden hatred of Justin. My head started to spin.

“I’m sorry” he sobbed.

I looked at him.

“It’s been weeks since that … And you barely spoke?” I chuckled, consumed with horror. Poor Jessica.

Then he explained me that it wasn’t by his will that he had to tell his girlfriend about what happened that night, she didn’t even know it, instead he brainwashed her with lies. Justin began to tell me that it had all started by tapes that Hannah Baker had left after her death, or rather, it came to them after. In these tapes, she explained the reasons why she decided to end her life and in each one spoke about someone specific and the actions they did against her and that led her to cut their veins and bleed in the tub. In one of those tapes, Hannah explained that she was in that room where Bryce Walker had raped Jessica Davis. At least those were Justin’s words.

“I think I’m going to vomit” I mumbled, looking away. “So … Is that why they’re acting like someone is going to kill them? On those tapes Hannah talks about you … about Zach, Jessica, Bryce, and how many more?” Justin nodded.

“I was the first … because of that damn photo that Bryce took”

“God, Justin, why didn’t you tell me?” He blinked confused.

“Are you not upset with me?”

“Of course I am! You’re an idiot and I shouldn’t forgive you! But it hurts me more than you haven’t trusted me”

“Like I said, I didn’t want to poison you with this. I didn’t want to lose you”

“Is that why you’re outside of your house at this hour?”

“Losing my girlfriend, a friend and now my best friend” He pointed at me “It’s not the only bad thing that happened to me this day”

“What else happened to you?”

“My mother’s boyfriend threw me out of the house after reading a summons”

“A summons?”

“Because of Hannah, they found evidence that points us … and well” He shrugged “I have nowhere to stay, they all turned their back on me, I know Bryce won’t do it but I don’t want to see him. Anyway, I’m sorry, Y/N, thank you for being my best friend”

He went down the steps of my house. I almost let him go but I snorted. At first i didn’t intervene because i knew nothing and he didn’t tell me, but now that he had done it, i couldn’t ignore our years of friendship and that he has always supported me. He will be an accomplice to a very serious crime, but i couldn’t bear to know that he was wandering the streets all night.

“Hey, idiot” I called him. He turned.

I walked resolutely toward him and hugged him. I wasn’t going to belong to that group that turned their back on him, because I wasn’t like them. I hadn’t done anything wrong and I wanted Justin, not to help him bother me for the rest of the night and maybe for the rest of my life in this place.


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50. going through a divorce au (just a warning, mention of miscarriage)

Betty had been having the day from absolute hell. She was cutting it fine with the deadline this week, and all she had managed to write down were notes. Nothing substantial had managed to come from her endless hours of typing. She also had her mother breathing down her neck, sending her prospective apartments for the inevitable move. Even if she got the house in the split, how could she live somewhere that held only the happiest memories? Memories that ran fissures along her heart every day. 

Her mind had been flooded with him ever since she had told him to leave. Every time she lay in their bed she reached for him, out of a 10 year habit. That one would be hard to break. When she stood in the kitchen she could feel his arms around her waist, humming in her ear while she cooked. There was even a night she couldn’t bring herself to get into that bed, so she wrapped herself up on the couch and watched all his pre-recorded shows on the DVR. Shows she hated. But she didn’t sleep that night. 

And so, to top the day off, there was a brown A4 sized envelope waiting for her on the doorstep as she got home. He hadn’t even gone in the house, yet he still had a key. Betty felt her heart sink in her chest as she picked the envelope up. It was heavy, thick with pages. Ones that she presumed would now be inscribed with his signature. 


“Betty, please don’t do this,” Jughead was begging, pleading with his wife not to pull back into herself again. “I’ve lost too, you can’t just push me away.” 

“I can’t give you what you want anymore, Juggie. My body is useless. I am useless,” she sobbed through her tears. Jughead grabbed her face between his hands, forcing him to look at her. 

“You are not useless, you are the furthest from that. Don’t ever say that.” Jughead was crying too, they had matching tear tracks down their cheeks. “We can work through this, babe, I swear it.” 

“No, this is my fault,” she shook her head fiercely. “There is nothing wrong with you, this is on me.”



So although Betty couldn’t control her own body, something that would never sit well with her, she could control her choices. She knew how badly Jughead wanted children, it had been something they always spoke about. When she told him she was pregnant, his eyes had never grown so wide.

Except maybe that fateful morning, the one where she woke in pain like she had never felt. The Doctor informed them both what had happened, but Betty was hardly listening. All she could think of was what she lost. Had it been a boy, with eyes like hers? Or a little girl with a shock of black hair? 

But then came news that caused her world to crash and burn around her. 


“We can try, or we can adopt. We will get through this, I promise.” 

“You heard the Doctor, Jug. I can’t have children. You shouldn’t have to ‘get through this’.” Betty knew she was being ridiculous, but in that moment she didn’t care. “It’s all you’ve ever wanted, I-”

“No,” he interrupted, his fingers were digging into her cheeks. “All I’ve ever wanted is you.” He watched her face, felt her shudder with uncontrollable sobs against him. 

“I won’t do this to you, I won’t,” her voice wavered, so she cleared her throat and pulled away from his grasp. She wiped at the tears under eyes, looked Jughead dead in the eyes and told him, ‘I want you to leave.” 


They spent the next month after the news floating around each other, and every time Jughead tried to broach the subject Betty would shut him down. It was no way to act in a marriage, and she knew it. But she was so broken inside, no matter how many times he tried to comfort her she knew she was keeping him from a life he wanted. One he could have with someone else. So she took matter into her own hands. 


”Excuse me?” His head jerked back in surprise. 

“I said, I want you to leave,” her voice didn’t falter this time. Not even with the way his face broke under his words.

“No, no fucking way. This is my house too, you can’t just kick me out,” he shook his head, as if he was trying to gather his thoughts, “We’re not doing this. We are stronger than this, you are stronger than this, B-”

“Don’t you dare tell me how strong I am, don’t fucking dare,” she spat at him, anger coursing throughout her. “My body doesn’t work like it is supposed too, what is strong about that, huh?” Jughead had no words, so she continued, “Exactly! This can’t work anymore, it just can’t. You will look at me in another ten years and just resent me. I know it, and don’t try and tell me otherwise.”

“Betty, please, I could never resent you,” his voice broke over the words. “We can go and see someone, get some help, for us.” Betty laughed then, it was cold. Harsh. 

“Just get out, Jughead.”

“Betty, please, I love you, just let me,-” he was pleading, begging. 

“GET OUT!” Betty had never once raised her voice to him, not once throughout their 3 year marriage, their 10 years together. 


It had been 3 months since she told him to leave. 2 months since she sent him the divorce papers. The ones she held in her hand now. Jughead had fought against it, determined not to sign. He told her countless times that he was not going to give up on them so easy, that he understood she was broken but so was he. He was going to wait for her, no matter how long it took. 

But then she told him they should put the house on the market. She had even started packing up his things, there were boxes piled in the garage containing all the life they had made together so far. Simply inscribed on the side with either a ‘J’ or a ‘B’, each lining opposite sides of the garage. A true divide. 

Betty walked into the house and chucked the envelope on the coffee table. She sat on the couch and stared at it for a moment before ripping it open. There was a note on the top, Jugheads scribe across the page. Betty put it down before she read it, instead flicking through the stapled pages first. And there it was, his name signed in permanent ink. She couldn’t even bring herself to cry or feel anything, this was what she wanted after all. Wasn’t it?

She pushed the fact that she hadn’t even signed them to the back of her mind. Her eyes fell back to the note. And with a deep breath she picked it up and began to read. 

Betty Cooper. All those years ago my heart chose you, and not the idea of what you could give me at any point in the future. I could live happily every day for the rest of my life, as I have done to this day, just knowing you exist. Whether it be by my side, or not. You are the most spectacular person I will ever know, you are my heart and I have no say in the matter. I would work through anything the world throws at us, battle any storm,  just to be with you. Nothing and no one else, just you. That is more than enough for me. You are enough.

But I respect your wishes, all I ever wanted to do was keep you safe. Keep you happy. But just remember; 

I still choose you. I will spend my forever, choosing just you. I love you, and it’s endless. 


She went upstairs, leaving the papers on the coffee table but taking his note with her. She read it countless times, his words bringing an endless flow of tears. But they were different than the ones she had been crying the last 4 months, ever since that horrible morning in the doctors office. They were tears of hope, of love. She missed Jughead with her whole being, and she couldn’t believe how stupid she had been. It had taken those signed papers for Betty to realise that she could not lose him. 

 And yet here he was, willing to love her for eternity, no matter how reckless she had been with his heart. She didn’t deserve him. So, before she really realised what she was doing, there was a dialing tone in her ear. 

“Betty?” Hearing his voice, the way it broke around her name, caused a fresh wave of tears to flow down her cheeks. 

“Juggie, I know it’s not enough, b-but, I’m so sorry,” she cried, “Can you come home, please?” 

i hate you

→scenario: You and Jungkook have always been rivals, but there seems to have been some unknown sexual tension there as well.

→genre: smut/fluff

→word count: 2,740

→a/n: i wrote this after i read that jungkook’s ideal type must be at least 168 cm, and i was upset because I’m no where near that height LOL. but this was the first bts smut I’ve written, so please enjoy!

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heartbeat | l.h.

pairing: luke + reader

word count: 2007

summary: everyone can hear their soulmate’s heartbeat since they were born, but as long as you can remember, you couldn’t hear any heartbeat.

a/n: this writing is dedicated to maria, @lukesafallingstar


Someone was calling you at 3 AM.

At first, you had ignored the buzzing of your phone on the bedside table, turning over in your half-awake-half-asleep state. You assumed that it was a prank call or a call from a wrong number, but the person seemed to be adamant on making sure you would pick up, calling again after their first attempt had failed.

On the other hand, Calum and Luke was outside your door. The Maori boy was tipsy and exhausted, desperate for you to pick up.

Luke had been a handful the whole night, and no one didn’t bother to help Luke go home; either they were too wasted or just didn’t want to handle him.

“C’mon, pick up,” Calum muttered, tightening his grip on Luke’s shirt sleeve when he tried to pull away from Calum. The drunk boy made grabby hands at the elevator, whining about how he wanted to drink more. He pouted when Calum shook his head at him. Luke’s head was buzzing with alcohol, and he was unable to think clearly.

At the third attempt of the call, you gave up trying to ignore it. You realised that whoever was calling was just not going to stop no matter what, so you sat up, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration. You glanced at your dim phone screen, seeing that it was Calum who was calling.

“There’d better be a good reason as to why you’re calling me at 3 AM, or I’m kicking your ass,” you groaned as you answered the call, and you could hear Calum snickering from the other end.

“Why—” Your words died on your tongue as you heard someone that wasn’t Calum. More specifically, Luke. He said something incoherent from the other line, and your eyes widened at his voice.

“Is that—” “Yeah, that’s Luke, and we’re outside your door, so open up!” Calum interrupted you before you could finish your sentence. He abruptly ended the call, before bringing his hand up to knock at your apartment door. You got out of bed, lightly patting Petunia as you walked out of your bedroom to open the door. The moment you had opened it, you were greeted with the sight of Calum holding on to Luke’s sleeve tightly, with Luke whining.

Calum let go of Luke’s sleeve, gently pushing him in. He stumbled in, and you caught a hold of his arm before he could trip and fall. You let go of his arm, and he starts to carelessly pull off his shoes, weariness evident in his actions. Petunia ran over to him, and you saw his eyes light up. He sat himself down onto the floor, giving Petunia all the attention he could give.

Calum saw the fond smile on your face as you watched Luke hugging and patting Petunia.

“Right! Take care of him, will you?” He smirked, and you rolled your eyes at the expression that was on his face. For the past two weeks, he had been insisting that you and Luke were soulmates for sure, but you didn’t believe his words.

Everyone had a soulmate, and everyone was able to hear the heartbeat of their soulmate. When they do meet their other half, their special one, they wouldn’t be able to hear their soulmate’s heartbeat anymore.

Some people thought that the reason why people couldn’t hear their heartbeats once they met them was because since they already met, they already have them by their side. No need for a heartbeat in their minds, because whoever they are would already be with them from then on.

But, you couldn’t hear any heartbeat.

And you were so certain that the universe probably did you dirty, leaving you alone with no soulmate with no one to love. Left alone for the rest of your life.

Coincidentally, both you and Luke couldn’t hear any heartbeat. You were grateful, because at least you had the greatest best friend right by your side.

You two had been best friends since you were babies, spending almost all your time together. Heartbreaks and failed attempts in trying to date someone; you both were there for each other. For some reason, Calum was so sure that you two were meant for each other, and he kept saying that the reason why you two couldn’t hear any heartbeat was because you two had met each other since you two were babies.

Calum’s theory did make sense, but you never did bother to ask Luke about it because there was such a high chance that you just do not have a soulmate, and that you don’t have anyone to be with. You left that thought in the back of your mind, afraid that you’d embarrass yourself if you ever talked to Luke about the whole soulmate situation.

“I’m heading home now, and no, don’t even try giving him any more alcohol. He’s gonna wake up with the worst headache tomorrow. And just kiss him! I swear that you two are soulmates. Don’t have to thank me once you do realise,” Calum said, as he gave you a sly wink. You rolled your eyes at him again. He smiled and gave you a small wave, before turning around to leave.

You gently closed the door, letting out a tired sigh as you turned to face Luke. He stopped petting Petunia, and pulled himself up. He immediately pulled you into a hug. You relished his warmth, as you turned your head the side, your ear against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, and in all honesty, it could lull you to a peaceful sleep.

“Hey you,” he elongated the ‘you’ part, and you hummed, reluctantly pulling away from his hug. You had always loved hugging Luke; the way he pulls you in and holds you tightly, and the way his warmth seeps in and makes you all sleepy. He gave one of the best hugs, and it was always so comforting.

“Lu, you should probably go to bed, yeah?” You asked rhetorically, and he nodded sleepily, turning around to walk to your room, stumbling slightly as he struggled in taking off his shirt.

By the time you had reached your bedroom, Luke was already in your bed, eyes closed, seemingly already asleep. When he heard your feet padding softly on the floor, his eyes fluttered open and he reached his hand out, making grabby hands at you.

“Cuddle?” he mumbled, exhaustion lacing his tone as you got into bed. Luke placed his arm around you, and you buried your face into his chest, breathing deeply. His scent filled your nostrils, and you could hear his heartbeat.

His warmth engulfed you. You closed your eyes, Luke’s faint heartbeat almost lulling you into a deep and peaceful sleep, until you’d heard him mumble out something. At least, you thought you’d heard him say it.

“I love you. Not in a friend way.”


You woke up to the smell of burningp>

It was alarming, and you initially had thought that your house was on fire.

“Oh fuck!”

In the kitchen, Luke had burnt his second pancake, due to him getting distracted with Petunia and leaving the pancake on the stove unattended. The pancake had blackened, and he wasted more pancake batter than planned. He switched off the stove, hearing footsteps behind him.

“Luke?” You asked, walking over to pet Petunia before raising an eyebrow at him and crossing your arms.

He smiled sheepishly at you, pointing at the plate of pancakes on the countertop.

“I was making pancakes and I kinda burnt two of them,” he chuckled, grabbing the plate of pancakes and cutlery before setting them onto the middle of the table.

You stared at the stack of pancakes, unable to get the thought of Luke saying “I love you” the night before, and you weren’t even sure if you were just hallucinating and that your mind was just playing mean tricks on you, or that he actually said those words and meant it.

You wanted answers, and the million-dollar question was right at the tip of your tongue.

It was really a make it or break it, because it may have been just your mind playing tricks on you; which would mean embarrassing yourself in front of Luke.

Or, Luke really did say those words.

And yet, even if he really did say those words, you weren’t sure what you’d even do or react if Luke admitted that he said “I love you” to you.

And then you realise, that you weren’t even prepared for both the outcomes, and both outcomes were pretty terrifying.

“Do you remember what happened last night here?” You blurted out.

Oh, fuck. This is where it ends. You thought, and you wanted to hit yourself in the face so badly, because you’d just blurted out the question without even thinking about the two possible outcomes, in which only one of them would happen.

Luke shook his head. “Uh, it was all vague and fuzzy. Wait, did I do something questionable or stupid last night?” He asked, and he seemed oddly calm about the possibility of him doing something stupid the night before.

“I-I guess questionable would be the right word…?” You trailed off, unsure of whether you should bring it up or not. Luke smiled, and he seemed like he was holding in laughter. You furrowed your eyebrows, giving him a weird look as he pushed the plate of pancakes to the side.

You thought: This is it, this is when he’ll tell me that whatever he said was just a joke and that he doesn’t love me in a not friend way and in like the normal best friend way and I don’t have—"

“So you heard me say those words right?” His voice broke into your train of thoughts, and you slowly nodded your head. He gave you a ‘so?’ look, and you bit your lip, confused as to what he was trying to say.

“Yeah. B-but we’re not soulmates, ya know, like it may not even—”

And he kissed you.

You were caught off guard, and your eyes widened the moment his lips touched yours. Weirdly, you did feel shocked at the sudden kiss, but at the same time, you also felt at home. Like as if you were used to him kissing you, like as if it was nothing new, like as if it was what you were meant to do.

People would ramble and talk about the first time they met their soulmate. They’d talk about it with sparkles or with a burning passion in their eyes. For years, you had absolutely no idea as to what they were saying.

They’d talk about how meeting their soulmate changed their life from better to worse.

They would say how they felt entirely changed, almost like a new person.

Some people would talk about how they finally felt complete, like finding a missing piece to a puzzle you’ve never been able to complete, and fixing that missing piece of puzzle into the hole felt like a victory, and that the puzzle would be like both of them, a masterpiece only completed with the other.

Others would describe it like fixing two broken hearts. A broken heart that couldn’t even be heart, considering that it was broken into two and it was just left in half, all broken and torn up. Patching them up, which made them feel complete, filling up all the empty holes and healing all the scars.

But to you, it was like coming home.

Most people take years to find their soulmate, whereas you literally had your soulmate right by your side all these years, spending time with you, making memories. Kissing him was like as if you’d come back to the place that you’ve wanted to be in for the longest time.

Luke pulled away, grinning wildly. “Was that enough to make you believe?” He asked, and you nodded your head eagerly.

Like what they all say, “Home is where the heart is.”

Having a Kid with Seth Rollins Would Include...

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👶 Seth would be the best Dad ever 

👶 As soon as the baby is born he falls into place naturally 

👶 He loves telling your baby that he loves them 

👶 Forehead kisses all the time 

👶 Seth doesn’t want to put your baby down, he doesn’t want to miss a moment with your baby. 

👶 Seth falling asleep with your baby on his chest all the time

👶 Seth buying your child matching outfits 

👶 Seth tries to get WWE to make a baby’s line so he can see your child wearing his shirt. 

👶 Seth freaking out whenever your child does something new 

👶 Seth learns how to play video games while he’s holding the baby 

👶 Seth spoiling the baby so much 

👶 When Seth goes back on the road he always video chats you both. He misses you and the baby so badly. 

👶 Surprising Seth by flying out to wherever he is. 

👶 Seth showing off the baby whenever he gets the opportunity 

👶 Seth wanting to know if anything happens during the day he has no problem in flying back home. 

👶 Recording all of the sweet things your baby does 

👶 You sending Seth pictures daily whenever he’s away. 

👶 Seth being a great father

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Speak Now, Part 2 (Jughead x Reader)

Part 1

Imagine: You return to Riverdale to confess your feelings for your high school best friend, Jughead Jones, only to find out that he’s engaged.

“You’re… you’re what?” You asked, your face twisting in hurt and confusion.

“Engaged,” Jughead repeated. “I’m going to be married.”

In that moment, you swear you could hear your heart shatter.

“To who?” You said, so soft it could have been a whisper.

“Betty Cooper,” Jughead said with a fond smile. “Remember her? We went to high school together.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “I remember her.”

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Falling to Pieces

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1,429

Request: @frickin-bats:  Hi! I was wondering if you could please write one with Spencer, where the reader is his pregnant wife maybe they have a family already too and it’s centered around him going to jail/ his trial ! Lots of fluff/angst if possible! Sorry that was super long and confusing! Thanks! 😊

A/N:  For this imagine, I’m using a third person pov instead of second.  Let me know if you like this better or worse from me!  Just experimenting with my writing.

PS, I’m sorry for the delays of requests, I ended up having to work for Spring Break but I’m going to get through them as quick as possible.  Requests are still open, so send them in!

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